“I’m gonna—Stan—f**k—I’m gonna—”
“Do it,” he demanded, desperate and reverent all at once. His lips brushed my ear, voice raw, shaking with need. “Come for me, baby girl. Come on my c**k. Show me it’s mine.”
The words undid me. My body arched up into him, trembling, burning, begging for release. And when I turned my head and bared my neck, it wasn’t just instinct—it was surrender.
“Bite me now,” I moaned, voice breaking, the plea ripped from somewhere deeper than thought.
His growl vibrated against my throat, low and primal, as his canines slid into my flesh. The sting of the mark was sharp, but the bond behind it—Goddess, it was consuming. His claim seared me, branding me, tethering me to him in a way no chain could ever replicate.
And I shattered.
The orgasm ripped through me, viol
