Page 68 of Beneath the Thorned Crown

I move back up her body, catching her lips in a bruising kiss, letting her taste herself on my tongue.

She’s still panting, her body boneless beneath me, but I can feel the hunger building again.

I reach between us, roughly unbuckling my belt and throwing it aside. I unzip my pants, freeing my cock.

She moans against my mouth, her hips rolling up to meet me, her body already craving more.

I guide myself to her entrance, teasing her, letting her feel the head of my cock rubbing against her slick folds. She holds my cock in her soft hands and guides it towards her entrance.

Her nails sink into my back, her legs wrapping around my waist.

"I want you… inside me," she whispers, her voice shaky with need.

I groan, my control snapping, and thrust deep inside her, making her arch.

She gasps, her head tipping back, her lips parting as I fill her completely.

Her walls grip me tight, hot, perfect.

I hold her there, savoring the way she feels around me, like she was fucking made for me.

Then—I start to move.

Slow, deep thrusts at first, my hands gripping her hips, holding her still as I claim her.

She moans, her fingers digging into my skin, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

"You’re mine," I growl into her ear, my pace quickening.

Her only response is a broken whimper, her body tightening around me, pulling me deeper.

I fuck her harder, deeper, my name spilling from her lips.

My hands grip her hips tighter, my fingers digging into her soft skin as I thrust deeper. Her moans turn into gasps, her nails scraping down my back, her body tightening around me like a vice.

"You’re mine," I growl into her ear, my pace quickening.

Her only response is a broken whimper, her breath coming in short, desperate bursts. Her back arches as I drive into her, her legs wrapping around me, pulling me deeper, demanding more.

I can’t hold back. I don’t want to.

I reach down, gripping her thigh, spreading her wider for me, grinding my hips against hers with every deep, punishing thrust. She’s soaking me, her arousal slick against my cock, her body trembling beneath me.

And then, a wicked thought grips me. I want more. I want to see all of her.

Without warning, I slide out of her and flip her onto her stomach. She gasps, caught off guard, but when I press my palm against the curve of her back, guiding her up onto her hands and knees, she shudders, her breath shaky with anticipation.

“Dominic—” she starts, but her voice cuts off into a moan when I drag my cock over her wetness, teasing her entrance.

“Stay like this for me,” I murmur darkly, my hands skimming up her spine before gripping her hips firmly, pulling her back against me.

She’s so fucking beautiful like this—her back arched, her ass pushed up, her slick heat spread open for me. I run a hand down the curve of her ass, squeezing, before positioning myself at her entrance again.

And then—I slam into her.

She cries out, her fingers clenching against the sheets, her body rocking forward with the force of my thrust. I don’t give her time to recover—I grip her waist and set a brutal pace, fucking her deep and hard, watching the way her body takes me.

"Fuck," I groan, my hands spreading over her hips, keeping her in place as I pound into her.

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