Page 12 of Savage Hunter

My breathing increases and my heart pounds so hard it feels like I might pass out any second. The hand over my abdomen moves to my throat. His grip is punishing and I lean into the new sensation as the fire in me finally takes over as I climax for him.

He increases his speed and tightens his strong fingers the faster he fucks me.

I give in as my pussy pulsates around his shaft. Instead of slowing and letting me catch my breath he continues to take me.

“Wolfe! Harder!” I need to feel. Need the pain and the pleasure. I want it to hurt as much as I want it to feel so good.

His hips move with feverish intensity. My virgin channel swells around him, tender. So damn tender I can feel every single vein and throbbing pulse of his cock and he tunnels deeper and harder.

“You’re a beautiful, good girl. Like God’s angel. You were made for me,” Wolfe praises and then gives me what I want. His fingers grow tighter and he pounds into me. He releases my hair to stroke my clit. “Now give me another one.”

I shake my head. “I can’t!” I beg, barely breathing.

“Let me show you.”

I wrap my hands around the hand over my throat and hold on as Wolfe fucks me raw.

Whirlwind fires tumble through me. They swirl, tumble and rise again. Wolfe is right. The need to reach another climax takes over my senses. It starts in my core and flames outward. Dizzying waves of heat bombard me and it’s not long before I fall into the rush of flames. Pleasure crashes over me and I lean into the eroticism of pain mixing with pleasure.

“You’re a good girl and you want to give me everything you have, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I moan past his possessive hold on my throat. Electricity comes to life in my veins and the sensation of my climax triples.

I tremble in his arms from the fear of the new me emerging from our encounter and out of losing the weight of his body wrapped around mine.

I rock my hips, desperate to feel everything.

“You’ll make me come,” he rumbles softly. “I don’t want this to end.”

I do it again.

“My sweet Harmonia.” Another thrust and he sinks full inside me. Powerful. Possessive. Claiming.

“Take me. Yes, fuck yes. Take me inside that irresistible body.” Warm ropes of milk spill inside me. He takes everything, but gives so much in return.

I smile to myself as we collapse forward onto the lounge because I can feel the stickiness of my blood. He branded me, but I branded him right back and there are no take backs.

He rolls me to my back and comes over top of me. I love the feel of his weight pressing me into the lounge.

Strong fingers grip the heavy mounds of my breasts. Little by little he tightens his hold on them until the tips swell and throb beneath the nipple coverings. Using his teeth, he takes the edge of one and peels it from my flesh with the slowest of movements.

“Oh, God! Wolfe!” I cry into the night.

It’s complete torture. Still high from my release, my hypersensitive nerve endings fire off and my core pulsates. His lips clamp over the nipple and he uses his teeth to tug at the throbbing tip.

My fingers dive into his hair, and I hold him to me.

He moves to the other and repeats the sweet torment.

My hips thrust, seeking his cock but it’s his fingers I ride through my third climax. Breathing harshly, I cling to him.

This isn’t simple fucking. This is a claiming. I’m wearing his brand and will feel his punishing hold on my body for hours to come. Days, if I’m lucky. His hand stills between thighs in a way that feels possessive and I love how wanted he makes me feel.

“I can’t believe that happened. I mean…three times?” My voice is soft and dreamy. I curl into him and he pulls me in closer.

His rumble of appreciation sends chills over my body. “I’m going to hold my milk inside you for a minute longer. But when you leave this suite, Harmonia, go straight to your rooms and wash me from your body.”

I gasp into his neck and my heart cries.

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