Page 76 of Lords of Ruin: Savage

“Say it again,” he demands, his voice thick with possession.

“I’m yours,” I whisper, breathless, my pulse thrumming beneath his touch.

A deep, satisfied growl rumbles from his chest before his mouth crashes against me—hot, demanding, even more possessive. My world narrows to the heat of his tongue, the scrape of his teeth, the way his hands anchor me in place as he drives me higher. Every nerve ignites, pleasure winding tight, and I can't hold back the moan that spills from my lips.

Cast doesn’t stop. Doesn’t slow. He devours me, his tongue flicking, stroking, teasing in a perfect, ruthless symphony against my core. His grip tightens, keeping me exactly where he wants me as he works me open, drawing shuddering gasps from my lips. My fingers tangle in his hair, nails biting into his scalp as I arch into him, desperate, breathless. “Cast—I?—”

His dark gaze flicks up, burning, commanding. “Yes, you can.”

The rough authority in his voice unravels me. A shuddering cry breaks from my lips as I fall apart, pleasure slamming through me in waves. He stays with me through it, drawing out every last tremor until I’m limp beneath him, my breath coming in shaky gasps.

But he’s not done. Not even close.

His lips trail a heated path up my body, tasting, claiming. By the time his mouth finds mine, I’m already arching into him, already needing more. His kiss is a collision of hunger and control, his hands branding me as he settles between my thighs.

“Say it again,” he murmurs, voice rough against my lips. “I don’t want to hear anything else.”

“I’m yours,” I breathe, my body still trembling.

A guttural sound escapes him, and then he’s inside me, stretching, filling, consuming. I gasp, fingers digging into hisshoulders, but he doesn’t give me time to adjust. His hips snap forward, his rhythm merciless, and I can only cling to him as pleasure detonates me all over again.

His teeth scrape my jaw, his voice a dark promise. “You belong to me.”

His hands grip my hips, pulling me impossibly closer, his movements growing sharper, deeper. Each thrust steals my breath, sends electric heat racing through my veins. “Say it,” he orders, his voice raw.

“I belong to you, Cast.”

Satisfaction flickers in his gaze before his lips claim mine again—hot, bruising, unforgiving. My body tightens, need coiling deep, spiraling out of control. He knows. He feels it. And he pushes me harder, his hand sliding between us, coaxing, demanding, until I shatter beneath him again, a helpless cry on my lips.

He follows with a rough groan, his body tensing, his grip on me unyielding as he comes undone.

For a moment, the only sound between us is the ragged tangle of our breaths. Then his lips brush my temple, softer now, reverent. “Mine.”

I nod, still trembling, fingers threading through his hair. “Only yours.”

A slow, wicked smile curves his lips. “Good girl.”

His hands slide down my body, possessive, teasing as he pulls out of me, our cum mixing “Now, tell Vincent the engagement is off.”

My body stiffens against his, the post-bliss warmth instantly chilled. I push against his chest, forcing space between us, my heartbeat hammering for an entirely different reason now.

“No.”

The word hangs between us, sharp, defiant.

Cast’s expression darkens, that dangerous edge surfacing in his gaze. He pulls back, his grip tightening on my waist as if to keep me from slipping away. “What the fuck do you mean, ‘no’?”

I shake my head, untangling myself from him as I slide off the bed, reaching for my dress. My hands tremble slightly as I pull it over my head, but I force my voice to stay steady. “I mean, I’m not calling it off.”

His silence is thick with fury. I feel his gaze burning into my back as I smooth the fabric down, trying to regain even a shred of control.

Then, suddenly, he’s in front of me, fingers gripping my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. “No one who is mine belongs to another man.”

I swallow hard, my pulse pounding, but I refuse to back down. “You don’t own me, Cast.”

His jaw ticks. “Like hell I don’t.”

I let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “This?” I motion between us. “This wasn’t some grand declaration of ownership. It was sex.”

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