Page 107 of Tharn's Hunt

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I growl, possessive, my thrusts turning purposeful, savage, angling my hips to drag that swollen curve against her with every snap of my body.

She sobs.

“T-Tharn—fuck?—!”

Her voice cracks, her fingers clawing at my shoulders as pleasure wrecks her.

And I canfeelit.

I don’t slow.

I can’t.

Every slam of my hips drives my rod deeper, my ridges rubbing her folds in tight, maddening thrusts just like my body was made to do.

Made for her.

Her breath comes in shallow, broken gasps, her eyes rolling back as something unseen builds within her. Something momentous.

“I’m—I’m gonna?—!”

She shatters, screaming my name as her body clenches around me, squeezing my shaft like she never wants me to leave.

I roar.

Something shoots up through me, an unstoppable tide, culminating at the tip of my shaft?—

And then?—

I waste water.

A flood of it. Hot, thick, relentless, spilling into her in pulsing waves.

A betrayal.

Of the dust. Of my blood.

Survival is water. Wasting it is death.

But this…this is not waste.

This is purpose.

My body knows. Some gnawing instinct screams that this water belongs inside her. That I mustfillher, brand her, drown her in every drop.

My hips stutter, driving deeper, spilling into her until my vision whites out, until I’m empty, until my body is shaking with the force of it.

Even so, I need more.

I need to do it again.

“Mine.”

“Mine.”

“MINE.”

Jah-kee’s eyes fly open, wide, stunned.

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