Page 44 of Savage Loyalty

Before she could process my words, my mouth crashed down on hers. The kiss was brutal and punishing, all clashing teeth and battling tongues. I bit her lower lip hard enough to draw blood.

Without breaking the kiss, I used my free hand to undo my belt. I brushed my fingers against her stomach as I worked to free my dick.

His hands slid lower, gripping my thighs and lifting me effortlessly. I wrapped her legs around my hips, her back pressed against the cool wall. Our kisses grew more urgent and hungry. I trailed my lips along her jaw, down her neck, nipping and sucking as she threaded her fingers through my hair.

With a deep growl that rumbled through my chest, I pushed aside her shorts and underwear. I could feel the heat of her, wet and ready for me. In one smooth motion, I entered her, filling her completely. She cried out in pleasure and pain.

"You love it," I demanded, gripping her hips tightly. "Say it."

She refused to give him the satisfaction, biting down on her lip. In response, I pulled out almost all the way before slamming back into her. Her body tensed, and she saw stars behind her closed eyelids.

"Say it," Ryder urged again, setting a punishing rhythm.

She couldn't hold back any longer, waves of pleasure crashing over her as she gave in. "Yes!" she cried out, feeling a mix of ecstasy and self-disgust.

"That's right," Ryder panted, his fingers digging into her skin hard enough to leave marks. "You're my little whore."

She whimpered and arched her back as he continued his powerful thrusts, hitting that perfect spot deep inside her. The sensations were overwhelming - the stretch, the friction, the pleasure mingled with shame.

"Yes," she moaned, torn between pushing him away and pulling me closer.

Ryder's pace increased, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She was getting closer and closer to the edge, feeling that familiar tension building low in her belly.

"Look at me," Ryder commanded in a rough voice filled with lust.

Her eyes fluttered open, meeting my intense gaze. I could see the desire in her dilated pupils, and a bead of sweat glistened on her brow. She was at the mercy of my relentless thrusts, completely under my control.

"You want this cock, don't you?" I growled, savoring the power I held over her. "Beg for it like the little slut you are."

I watched as she fought against her own pride, wanting to refuse but unable to resist the pleasure I was giving her.

"Please," she whimpered, surrendering herself to me completely. "Don't stop."

A wicked grin spread across my face as I slowed my pace, teasing her with each languid thrust. Her whimpers only fueled the fire burning inside me.

"That's it," I purred, reveling in her desperation. "Let me hear how much you want it."

But before she could beg any further, I pulled out suddenly and spun her around. She gasped in surprise as I bent her over the table next to us, eagerly anticipating what was to come.

And with one swift motion, I claimed her again.

She cried out, her body convulsing beneath me as I filled her once more. My hips pounded against hers, the table groaning with each forceful thrust.

I tangled my fingers in her hair, using it to control her movements as I took her harder and deeper. The slight pain only seemed to heighten her pleasure, eliciting a low moan from her throat.

"Let me hear you," I growled, my voice thick with desire.

I yanked her hair again, relishing the way it made her arch her back and tighten around me. With each tug, I drove into her with even more ferocity, hitting that sweet spot deep inside her repeatedly.

The table protested beneath us, but I couldn't care less as I lost myself in the intense pleasure coursing through me. My grip on the table tightened, my knuckles turning white as I gave in to the euphoria of the moment.

My breath is hot against her ear as I lean in closer, growling words of heated desire that make her shiver. The musky scent of our mingled sweat fills my nostrils, intoxicating me further.

She arches her back, pressing against my chest as I feel the rapid pounding of her heart match mine. I want more, craving that final push over the edge. She moves one hand from the table and traces a path down her stomach, finally reaching the aching heat between her thighs.

Watching her fingers circle her sensitive flesh, matching my frenzied rhythm, drives me wild with lust. Tension coils tighter and tighter within me.

"Look at you," I growl, my voice husky with desire. "Such a needy little slut, always wanting more."

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