I barely heard him. My body was on fire, nerves raw and screaming, my p***y gripping him tight as my breath hitched in shallow gasps. But his words wrapped around my mind, cold, and I knew this wasn’t just about f*****g me into submission.
He pulled out slowly, c**k slick and leaking with my come, and slid a hand down my back, gripping my hip with a possessive hunger. Without pause, he spun me around, pressing me hard against the rough bark of a tree.
My breath caught, chest crushed against the wood, thighs trembling. The den seemed to hold its breath with us, watching.
His hands roamed my body like wildfire, biting at the curve of my waist, dragging nails over my hips, fingers squeezing and kneading, marking.
“Kelly,” he growled my name, voice thick with want. “You’re dripping for me.
