Page 69 of Cowboy Bull's Promise

He was relentless.

Licking. Sucking. Growling as he fucked me with his mouth like a man possessed.

My vision blurred. My thoughts shattered.

And suddenly, I understood every ridiculous, over-the-top scene I’d ever read in those Shifter romances.

Because this?

This wasn’t sex.

This was claiming.

This was worship.

And my body knew exactly who it belonged to.

My climax hit like a freight train.

Violent.

Perfect.

Infinite.

I screamed, shaking as the wave took me under, left me soaked and trembling.

Kian’s licks slowed, his lips still pressed to my skin, murmuring something low and reverent I couldn’t make out.

Then he stood.

And in one smooth, brutal motion, he lowered me down and impaled me on his perfect cock.

I gasped, legs locking tight around his waist, arms around his shoulders as he filled me so damn deep I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began.

Then he started to move.

Hard.

Slow.

Devastating.

Every thrust had purpose.

Every flex of his hips wrecked me a little more.

My breath caught on every stroke as he drove into me with total control and total chaos underneath.

“Kian—” I choked out, already teetering on the edge again.

He kissed me—filthy, wet, claiming—and then pounded into me with that final push that sent me right over.

I exploded.

Another orgasm ripped through me, fiercer than the first, my whole body clenching around him.

He groaned into my neck, nipping the skin between his teeth, driving harder, deeper, until I felt him pulse inside me with a growl that wasn’t human at all.

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