Page 52 of Desperate Actions

I need this.

Need to consume her.

Need to make her mine in every fucking way possible.

Her eyes widen, her lips part in shock, in awe, in something close to reverence.

For a second, I wonder if I went too far.

If this is the moment she comes to her senses, pulls away, second-guesses what we’ve done.

But then, she moans, a long, broken sound, and a flood of slick heat coats my cock, soaking me in her need, her desire, her absolute fucking surrender.

She likes it.

She wants this just as much as I do.

I push in all the way, breaking her open, wrecking us both for anyone else.

“Mine,” I grit out, voice rough, raw, edged in possession.

Untouched.

She came to me unfuckingtouched.

The knowledge hits low and brutal, sparking something primitive. Something barbaric.

Something dangerously close to obsession.

Because I am possessive of this woman.

Covetous.

Territorial.

She is mine in a way no one else has ever been, will ever be.

I reach down, grab her chin, force her blown-out, unfocused gaze to mine.

“Look here, Pixie.”

Her lashes flutter.

“Watch my cock sink into you.”

She whimpers, but she obeys, her dazed, pleasure-drunk eyes dragging down between our bodies.

Her breath stutters.

“That’s it. Good girl.”

She squeezes around me, a tight, involuntary pulse that damn near kills me.

“Now, rub your clit.”

Her gaze snaps up.

“Sammy?”

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