"Say you're mine."
"I'm yours...."
"Say it like you mean it." He punctuated each word with a brutal thrust. "Say. You're. Mine."
"I'm yours!" she cried. "I'm yours, Dimitri, only yours, always yours...."
He growled...an inhuman sound of possession and triumph....and started truly fucking her.
No more careful control. No more restraint.
Just raw, brutal claiming.
He pounded into her with a rhythm that stole her breath, each thrust driving deeper, harder, until she couldn't think, couldn't speak, could only feel.
The pleasure built impossibly high, tension coiling tighter and tighter in her core.
"Dimitri...I'm going to...."
"Come," he commanded. "Come on my cock. Show me you were made for this. Made for me."
She exploded.
The orgasm ripped through her like lightning, so intense her vision whited out. She felt her body clench around him, felt him groan as her muscles rippled, milking him.
But he didn't stop.
