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"Good girl." Easing a third finger inside her tight pink hole, I watched as her muscles clenched around me, her hips writhing as she fought to accommodate the stretch. I lowered my mouth back to her clit, pushing her back to the edge of release. Within moments, her body was greedily accepting the giant fingers stuffed in her cunt, and I aimed for her pleasure spot, rewarding her for taking them so well for me.

Her orgasm crashed through her, her screams echoing off the walls like a song only I was meant to hear. Her body trembledbeneath me, every muscle taut with pleasure, and I watched in fascination as she came undone. Her inner walls pulsed around my fingers, threatening to push them from her body, and I could feel my cock leaking at the sight.

A growl rumbled deep in my chest as I prowled back up her body, easing my drenched fingers from her core. The desperate little whimpers escaping her throat were a siren’s call, pulling me deeper into the intoxicating haze of need. Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging hard enough to sting as she guided me to her mouth. I let out a feral snarl against her lips, savoring the way she responded to me with such raw abandon.Control.

“I’m going to take my time claiming you,” My lips trailed her jaw, biting kisses down her throat, “And when I'm done, you'll know exactly who you belong to."

Chapter 26

Cleo

Golden eyes bore into mine, smoldering with a heat that sent a shiver through me, curling low in my belly and spreading like wildfire through my veins.

The air between us crackled, thick with need and something deeper—something that made my pulse flutter against my throat like a trapped bird. His massive body crowded me, his hand sliding to my waist, pulling me tight yet tenderly against him. The contrast of his strength with such deliberate care made my stomach clench with longing, especially as I could see the desire battling for control behind his eyes. My hands splayed over his chest and I traced the battle-hardened lines of muscle. The softness of the furs beneath me only amplified every sensation as his weight pressed down, dominating my space.

"Dex..." My voice was barely more than a breath, my need saturating the single syllable. The sound of his name leaving my lips ignited something dark and primal in him. His fingers tightened on my waist, his head dipping to hover just above mine, teasing, taunting. His moments of brutal dominance had me clenching, my body arching into him.

"It almost hurts how beautiful you are, Cleo." His voice was rough and dripping with desire. A shiver of anticipationzipped down my spine, each nerve alight with the intoxicating combination of his gentle words and his blistering touch.

His lips claimed mine and every thought scattered, dissolving into the fire raging between us. What started soft and exploratory, quickly deepened as his hunger called to my own. I clung to him, my nails scratching down his shoulders and across his back. The scent of him—earthy, masculine and raw—wrapped around me, stirring something feral. He liked to play rough and had awoken the same dark desires in me.

“How do you always make me feel like this?” I groaned, my words tumbling out before I could stop them.

“Like what?” His thumb trailed slow, deliberate circles along my hipbone as he ground against me with agonizing precision, his clothed cock sliding against my core, sending pleasure pulsing through me.

“Like I can’t think straight. Like I need you more than air.” My admission made my cheeks flush, laid bare before him, vulnerable in a way that made my chest tighten in anxiety.

Dex captured my lips in a searing and possessive kiss. His hand found mine, fingers intertwining, and he pressed it above my head, pinning me beneath him. The silent promise of his touch was all consuming.

In a tangle of limbs we I hastily removed our remaining clothes, and Dex guided himself in with a slow push. Hissing through my teeth, my body was torn between pleasure and the sharp bite of pain. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes and my thighs gripped his hips.He was so thick.

Dex froze, muscles taut with the effort to hold back from plunging deep, rocking softly against me, trying to work me open to take him. I could see it, the need to claim me battling his desire to protect. My hand grasped his, unable to speak past the burning in my throat as I held in a sob. The concern on his facecut through the haze of growing panic, and his touch gentled, his lips brushing against mine in a tender caress.

“I'm sorry, Cleo.”

A tear rolled down my cheek, disappearing into my hairline, and Dex chased it with his lips, murmuring against my skin. The tenderness of the moment caught me off guard. I had expected him to take, to consume me. I grazed my trembling fingers along his clenched jaw, my heart seizing, overcome with emotions as he brushed my tears away, his touch achingly soft.

Taking a deep, albeit shaky breath, I gave a tentative roll of my hips and pushed him a little deeper. Feeling him stretch me further. The pain and pleasure twisting together in an exquisite mix of sensation that left me shivering.

A deep groan rumbled through his chest, his entire body tensed, trembling with the effort to hold back, his tusks grazing the corner of my mouth as he kissed another tear away. "We don't have to?—"

“Please, move.” I whispered, clutching his hand like a lifeline.

He hesitated, searching my face, his need to protect me warring with his own desires. "I don't want to hurt you.”

“I’m okay. You're so big, it's just going to take me a minute to get used to it.” I pressed a soft kiss to his lips, rolling my hips in an invitation. The sting was still there, but a tiny spark pleasure bloomed underneath the pain, spreading a crackling warmth through me.

Dex pulled our joined hands to his mouth, placing a gentle kiss against my fingers. His lips lowered to claimed mine again, his tongue plunging into my mouth with a passion that made my toes curl. His free hand crept down between us to begin circling my clit while he rolled his hips. He swallowed my moans greedily, groaning into my mouth.

“Fuck. You’re so fucking tight. Fit so good, like you were made for me.” Dex began rocking his hips a little deeper, buryinghimself further into my heat. The slow drag of his cock against my walls drove me wild, pleasure mounting with each careful thrust. I wound my foot around his calf, my body arching into him in desperation for more.

A strangled gasp tore from my throat as I felt him hit that spot in me as he bottomed out, sending waves of pleasure, my muscles gripping tight to his thick cock. My vision blurred. Again and again, he slammed against the same spot, and my chest burned with the need for oxygen as I lost control of my body.

“Oh fuck.” My body shook, the rush of pleasure cresting too fast.

“Mine.” The word was a snarl as he slammed into me. His mouth devoured mine, muffling my cries as I writhed beneath him, oversensitive and wrecked.

My nails raked down his back, desperate to hold onto something solid as my body shattered, fire racing through my veins. A primal growl vibrated from his chest, and Dex sunk his teeth into my shoulder in a claiming bite. I rode out my orgasm, my walls fluttering helplessly around him, and he spilled into me with a roar, his release searing.

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