He kissed her as he ripped her clothes off one by one. Charlotte couldn’t stop him. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to. The insane need had overridden all her logic.
Daniel tightened his hand on her breast as he marked her flesh with his teeth. The sensation muddied her mind. It wasn’t pain. It was… justified. She belonged to him—there was no use denying it. He pinched her nipple, rolling and tugging so each friction jolted an exquisite pleasure straight to her pussy.
She blinked. What he did to her reeled her into a deeper ecstasy.
A happy sigh escaped Daniel’s throat. Without a word, he pushed her on her stomach and mounted her from behind. He trailed butterfly kisses behind her ear, the side of her jaw, her neck. Every stroke of his tongue felt like a firebrand, searing her skin.
Charlotte closed her eyes. All could she think about was the strange feeling of his cock on her sex. Daniel had parted her thighs and situated himself between them. The blunt tip of his erection nudged her entrance. Waiting.
“You’re mine, Charlotte.” Daniel bit her shoulder and thrust himself in.
Her scream froze in her throat.
It hurt. But it felt so good, she didn’t know what to think. The only thing she could do was surrender, surrender to his mastering—his claiming.
His cock speared her open, forcing her to accept him whole. The penetration had ripped her last strand of sanity. She felt as if she’d been split in half. In a good way. And that was nerve-wrackingly good.
She clawed the hard surface of the floor as he eased himself and thrust deeper inside her. It felt so alien to have a cock in her. At the same, it felt so right. She was his woman. As it should be.
A growl of satisfaction escaped him. “Baby, you’re so tight.” He tugged and pushed, working his way in several times before he finally slammed home, burying himself balls-deep.
Charlotte bit her lower lip. The only thing she could think of was the sinful pleasure of the burrowing heat in her pussy. His cock throbbed in her depths.
“You okay?” he breathed out on her cheek.
“Yes.”
“Good.” He pulled his cock almost all the way out. Just before his cockhead left her opening, he thrust back in slowly, as if he wanted to relive the initial penetration.
She swooned from the sensation.
He did it again, slower than before. Her pussy desperately clenched on his granite-hard shaft, but he was too slick and too wet; the impact intensified the sensations tenfold. She couldn’t believe it. She’d never thought sex could be this good.
“Still okay?” Daniel whispered in her ear.
She nodded.
“Say it.”
“Yes.”
A low growl reverberated, too feral to be human. “Good.” He pulled and thrust. “You’re mine, baby.” His cock penetrated her so deeply, she felt him in places she never knew existed, pulsing and grinding, causing raw, spine-deep sensations of pleasure to explode from her depths.
Her train of thought dissipated when Daniel started to pick up his pace. He pulled out. Rammed in. Faster. Harder. He fucked her in a series of harsh strokes. Bursts of pleasure exploded one after another, making it hard for her to breathe.
Hot. It was wickedly mind-bending, unadulterated ecstasy.
Charlotte didn’t want to admit it, but she loved every bit of it.
Daniel nuzzled her neck as he pummeled like an incessant jackhammer, pounding her with short, rapid, ravenous thrusts. He palmed her ass, anchoring her still as he pistoned in and out faster, harder and rougher.
His breath labored. Hers too. An opera of whimpers of lust filled the room. Ecstasy climbed in a fevered pitch. Her body shuddered. She tensed. “Daniel… I…”
Daniel bucked and thrust harder.
She cried. “I…”
He slammed faster.