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He pulls back slowly, then slams forward fast, making my back arch. It’s rough. It’s dirty. And he’s watching it all. We’re on the cold and dirty floor and me being naked and still wet probably makes it rougher.
He reaches back, grabs the mask and puts it on. As I’m getting up on my elbows, ready to help with those buckles in the back, he quickly turns me over onto my stomach before he breaches me again, snapping his hips forward, pulling them back, then repeating the motion again as I whimper while I hear him fiddling to get the thing fastened.
Finally, both his hands are on my hips. I look over my shoulder and there’s something medieval about how he looks with that leather and metal strappy mask on, covering his mouth, jaw, and nose, masking most of his features. Definitely medieval looking. And I’msohere for it.
I try to twist with the key in hand, to help unlock the other locks so he’s got more room to move, but he takes them and takes over, so I kiss and nip at his throat, pulling another growl from him before he’s completely unrestrained other than the mask. He firmly turns me back to my stomach and holds me down with one hand, pinning me.
“So…” He slams forward and fills me – “fucking” – he adds with another punch of his hips – “stubborn, woman.”
“Damn straight,” I say, welcoming the thrusts. “And custom made, all for you.”
He growls with a different sound this time, a sound I’m sure is approval, and as the vibration of it reverberates through my very soul one of his hands snakes around my hip and when his fingers press against my clitoris, so I whimper.
Delicious little circles continue while he pounds into me with an unrelenting pace that I can’t get enough of. The power behind those hips is an extreme level of supernatural. It’s like he’s both worshipping and punishing me at the same time. My cheek is pressed to the dirty floor and though the concrete doesn’t feel great against my knees, and I’ll have a nasty case of friction burn to show for this, I could not care less. Because this connection with him is exactly what I need. Exactly what he needs.
He grabs one of the damp towels and works it under me, so my face is no longer on the floor. I suspect it’s his version of Prince Charming. And he’s also my big, bad, scary wolf. All in one.
And here’s his knot. Freezing for a split second before things get hot down there. And a deep, manly moan from him. The instant and delicious vibrations have me whimpering a husky, animalistic sound.
Yes, locked together, like we should be.
“Baby,” I cry. This feels so, so good.
He falls forward, blanketing me and his heat, his strength, the knot, it all feels incredible. Despite the cold, the dirt, the damp towel, and mask he has to wear there’s nowhere I’d rather be.
Okay, maybe in the warm bed of the camper, but I’ll take this. I’ll take this all day, every day.
His muscled arms bracket me, hands planted on the floor on either side of my head. I scoot back as much as I can get so I can bite down on his forearm as my orgasm sweeps me away.
He growls and pulls his arm away, turning us so he’s on the floor on his back, me lying on top, still locked to him by the powerful knot.
“No biting,” he clips before he pinches the mate mark.
“Ah!” I cry out with the incredible sensation it brings and giggle, before the sensations rev up even harder, a temperature change inside me with his knot turning cold briefly once again before hot liquid fills me.
“I want your mouth there,” I whimper.
“I know. Me, too,” he says.
“Please,” I plead. But I know it’s not safe. Not now, at least.
“You always this much of a fuckin’ brat?” he grunts out before letting out a sexy masculine moan.
“That’s for me to know, you to find out,” I manage, body shaking all over while his cock spins around and around inside me, hitting my g-spot, making my vagina feel like rainbows and sparkles explode from it.
“Just my luck,” he grits out, turning me again so we’re on our sides, sliding his arm under my head so I can use it like a pillow as he spoons me while he keeps fucking me.
He lets out a hiss that sounds pained before he moans out the most beautiful sound my ears have heard, so beautiful tears prick my eyes and a different warmth floods me as I bask in the sound of him thoroughly enjoying the finish.
I snuggle in, wiggling my ass against him while I kiss his bicep, which I’m still lying on.
His arms tighten around me, and his heart is beating really fast.
“We could go snuggle someplace softer,” I suggest.
His body tightens before he mutters, “This was a bad idea.”
I turn around to face him, looking up at him. He’s gritting his teeth behind that mask.
