Page 103 of The Devil's Wrath

“Please, Theo,” I whimpered as my body ached with need. “I want you. I need you inside me.”

“Good girl,” he purred. With one hard thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. I cried out at the sudden intrusion. It was neither gentle nor kind. It was brutal and powerful—every dark and primal part of him slamming into me with deep, punishing strokes. He pounded into me with a ferocity that left me breathless.

His fingers dug into my hips hard enough to bruise as he took me with an animalistic hunger, and the coil of tension in my core wound tighter and tighter as he hit that sweet spot deep within me over and over.

“Touch yourself,” he demanded. “I want to feel you come undone around my cock.”

I obeyed, slipping a hand between my legs. I let out a sigh as myfingers found my swollen, aching clit. I rubbed it in tight, frantic circles, desperate for release. The dual sensations of his relentless fucking and my ministrations quickly pushed me to the brink.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice rough with lust. “Shatter for me. Cry out my name to the heavens.”

I rubbed my clit harder, faster, my fingers slick with my arousal. His thrusts grew more erratic, his grip on my hips tightening to a bruising force. My climax crashed through me like a tidal wave, my inner walls clenching around him as I cried out his name.

With a guttural roar that echoed throughout the forest, he slammed into me one final time, spilling himself deep inside me. His hips jerked erratically as he emptied himself, his fingers digging into my flesh, and his body shuddered with the force of his release before he collapsed against my back, the cold metal of his mask pressing into my shoulder. My body hummed with the aftershocks of pleasure as a delicious soreness already settled into my muscles.

He slipped out of me with a soft groan, leaving me empty and aching. I turned to face him, my legs unsteady. He reached up and removed his mask, revealing the handsome face beneath. His dark eyes glinted with satisfaction and something softer and more tender. He brushed a lock of hair from my sweat-dampened forehead, his touch gentle.

“Now you know how it feels to be hunted. Do you see how in love with you I am? You are everything to me. And if hunting you through the forest in the middle of the night proves my devotion to you, then I’ll do it again. I would do anything you asked of me. You consume me, ‘body and soul.’”

He pulled me into his arms, cradling me against his chest as if I were the most precious thing in the world. I melted into his embrace, savoring the warmth and strength of his body. I breathed in his familiar scent mingling with the earthy aroma of the forest. A deep exhaustion consumed my soul. I knew I needed to talk to him and address the elephant in the room, or rather, the baby in the womb. But right now, I only wanted to bask in the glow of being hunted and claimed. I was afraid once I told him, everything would change between us.

“Take me home, my devil,” I whispered.

He brushed a tender kiss against my forehead. “As you wish, little bird.”

He carried me through the dark woods. I nestled my head in the crook of his neck, my eyelids growing heavy. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the gentle sway of his gait lulled me into a drowsy state.

Before I knew it, we were back in the house. He carried me up the stairs to our bedroom, gently laying me on the soft sheets. He then removed my ripped T-shirt, stripped off his clothes, and joined me. I curled into him, my back pressed to his chest, savoring the feel of his skin against mine. I listened to the soft rhythm of his breathing, letting myself drift to sleep, content and satisfied.

THIRTY-FIVE

THEO

Hunting her had revitalized my soul. Watching her pupils dilate with fear when she’d first seen me wearing my mask and then again when I’d found her in the clearing. She’d practically salivated when I’d ripped her shirt, exposing those perfect tits of hers. Her breathy whispers had only excited me more as I’d fucked her like the queen she was. I’d given her exactly what she’d craved, and while doing so, I’d satisfied the beast inside me.

My cock was hard thinking about how her body had writhed beneath me, back arching as I thrust deeper.

A moan escaped her lips, primal and urgent. I gripped her hips tighter, digging my fingers into her flesh. She was mine, utterly under my control. I felt the rush of power surging through my veins.

With a snarl, I flipped her over, shoving her face into the flat, dirt-covered rock. She gasped as I entered her again from behind, the new angle making her quiver and clench around me. My eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Her submission was exquisite, fueling my darkest appetites.

I reached forward, fisting my hand in her hair and yanking her head back. She cried out, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain. Leaning down, I nipped at her earlobe with my teeth.

“You’re my prey,” I growled. “I’ll devour you.”

She shuddered and bucked back against me, craving more. I obliged,hammering into her willing body with savage need. We were animals in heat, rutting wildly, lost to our basest instincts. Nothing else existed but our carnal dance.

I could feel her climax building, her muscles tensing and fluttering around my throbbing shaft. With a few more brutal thrusts, I sent her over the edge. She wailed in rapture, screaming my name as her pussy clamped down on me like a vice, milking my cock as I continued to pound into her.

Now, she lay here in my bed, sprawled out on her stomach with dirt on her naked skin, her hair splayed across the pillow in a wild tangle. I traced a finger down her spine, admiring the marks I’d left on her flesh—bruises and bite marks that branded her as mine. She stirred slightly at my touch, a soft moan escaping her kiss-swollen lips. She rolled onto her back, and my fingers found the curve of her hip before my hands moved across her stomach. I paused, resting on the subtle swell of her belly as realization dawned.

The way she’d held her stomach during dinner, the change in her breasts—fuller now—and she hadn’t drunk any wine last night. Come to think of it, I didn’t remember the last time I had seen her drink. The night she’d been shot, maybe?

A rush of possessive pride surged through me. My little bird was carrying my child. The evidence was there, and the knowledge thrilled me to my core. She would be the vessel for my legacy, nurturing the life we had created. I splayed my hand across her abdomen, imagining I could feel the tiny heartbeat within.

She opened her eyes, meeting my gaze. “What is it?” she asked, her voice husky with sleep.

When I didn’t answer, she looked down at where my hand still rested on her stomach, and her eyes widened. I thought I saw fear flash across her features for a moment, but I quickly realized it was more awe and wonder than fear.

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