Page 18 of Untamed Crow

"Crow," I pant, running my hands down his muscled back. "Don't you need to...?"

He chuckles, "Oh, I'm not done with you yet, doll." He pulls out slowly, making me whimper at the loss. "Turn over. On your hands and knees."

A thrill of excitement and nervousness runs through me. "What?"

His eyes rake over my body as I lie there, making me feel exposed and desired all at once.

"You've got an ass too perfect not to be appreciated," he says, "Want to see it while I fuck you."

The crude words should shock me, but instead, they send a fresh wave of heat through my body. Slowly, I turn over, positioning myself as he asked. I feel vulnerable like this, but the way Crow groans makes it worth it.

"Fuck," he breathes, his hands running down my back to cup my ass. "Even better than I imagined."

I look over my shoulder to see him kneeling behind me, his cock hard and glistening with my arousal. The sight makes me clench with desire.

"Please," I whisper, not even sure what I'm asking for.

He understands, though. One hand grips my hip while the other guides his cock back to my entrance. "Ready?"

I nod, bracing myself. When he pushes in, it feels even deeper in this position. I moan, dropping my head between my arms.

"So tight," Crow grunts, starting to move. "Feel so good around me, Emma."

Crow's pace quickens, his thrusts becoming harder, more insistent. One hand grips my hip tightly while the other tangles my hair, pulling gently to arch my back. The new angle allows him to hit even deeper, and I cry out at the intense sensation.

"That's it," he growls, his hips snapping against my ass with each thrust. "Take it all, Emma."

Sweat trickles down my forehead and between my breasts as he pounds into me. I try to look back, wanting to see his face, to witness the pleasure I'm giving him. But the position and his grip on my hair make it difficult.

"Crow," I moan, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "So good... I'm close..."

His rhythm falters for a moment before becoming even more intense.

"Come for me again, doll. Want to feel you squeeze my cock when I fill you up."

The combination of his words and the merciless stimulation pushes me over the edge once more. I cry out, my body shuddering as another orgasm washes over me.

Crow groans behind me, his thrusts becoming erratic. With a final, deep push, he stills, and I feel the warmth of his release inside me. His grip on my hip tightens almost painfully as he empties himself.

After a moment, he pulls out slowly, making me whimper at the loss. There's a sharp slap on my ass, not hard enough to hurt but enough to sting pleasantly.

"Stay just like that," he says, his voice rough.

I comply, still on my hands and knees, feeling exposed but too sated to care. I hear him move, and then the bed dips as he sits on the edge. Looking over my shoulder, I see him watching intently as his seed begins to trickle out of me.

The possessive, satisfied look in his eyes makes me shiver. This is a side of Crow I've never seen before - raw, primal, completely uninhibited. And God help me, but I love it.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, running a hand down my spine. "Fucking perfect."

I collapse onto the bed, rolling to face him. "That was..."

"Just the beginning," he promises, his eyes squinted with renewed hunger. "We've got all night, doll. And I plan to make use of every minute."

Still catching my breath, I curl into Crow's side, his arm wrapping around me. The sweat is cooling our skin, but I don't want to move to get under the covers just yet. This moment feels too perfect to disturb.

"Can I ask you something?" I venture after a while, tracing patterns on his chest, following the lines of his tattoos. "It's... personal."

He hums, his fingers playing with my hair. "After what we just did, doll, I think we're past being shy about personal questions."

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