Page 110 of Desperate Actions

I pull back, slam in deep, making her gasp.

“Tell me.”

Her hands clutch my shoulders, her eyes burning into mine,

But she doesn’t hesitate.

Doesn’t blink.

She just looks me dead in the eye and gives meeverything.

“Yours. I’m yours.”

Then she surprises me.

Fucking destroys me.

Because she lifts her hips, drags her nails down my back, and whispers, “And you’re mine.”

Something snaps inside me.

Not just desire.

Not just possession.

Something deeper.

Something primal.

Something forever.

I growl, grip the back of her neck, and kiss her hard, pouring everything into it.

Every ounce of need.

Every shred of devotion.

Every unspoken promise.

And then I fuck her. Hard.

Long, deep strokes, my hands gripping her hips, dragging her down onto me, owning her body, owning her pleasure.

“Give it to me, Pixie. One more. I want one more.”

“I c-can’t.”

“Yes, you can. Show me what you got, Beautiful.”

She moans, her hands clawing at me, her body meeting me stroke for stroke, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me in deeper, tighter.

Her breaths turn ragged, her moans sharper, and I can feel it.

She’s close again.

“Come for me, Pixie,” I whisper against her lips.

“Come all over my cock. Right. Fucking. Now.”

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