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His palm slipped around the back of my head, and then the head of his cock slid over my tongue, filling my mouth. My jaw stretched open to its limit, his grip keeping me in place. He didn’t give me a chance to adjust, didn’t ease in. Instead, he surged forward and thrust into the wet heat of my mouth. My eyes widened, watering, the taste of him flooding my senses. His cock pushed deeper, his fingers tangled in my hair and tightened against my scalp.

“Fuck,” he grunted, the word escaping him as I struggled to breathe and swallow around his cock.

He pulled back, just for a second, his grip loosening, his eyes locked on mine, a muscle in his jaw ticking. For a second, I thought he was going to stop, to give me a chance to catch my breath, but, of course, he didn’t. Instead, he thrust forward again.

My lips stretched around his girth and a whine crawled up my throat, the sound muffled by his cock as he surged into my mouth. The salty taste of him spread over my tongue, and I shivered, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes as he started to move.

Hard. Insistent. Forceful. Silas.

“So fucking perfect,” he intoned, his voice thick with arousal. “Look at you. My cock in your mouth, your ass red and sore from my palm and fingers, your pussy dripping and swollen and ready for me.”

I moaned, and his hips jolted forward, the movement sudden and jarring. I gagged, the sound turning into a desperate gasp for air when he pulled out and pushed forward again immediately, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat.

“That’s it. Take it, Wildcat. Take my cock down your throat.”

His grip was punishing my scalp, and his control wavered. I could feel from the way his body trembled, the way his movements were less precise now, that he was losing himself.

I should have been terrified, but I wasn’t. Instead, I was dizzy, floating. The sounds that left him, the way his body reacted, the way he held me in place for his use, all of it thronged my chest, making my pulse hammer, my body thrum, tingling with pleasure.

He growled, the sound rumbling through him, the hand in my hair tightening as his cock jerked in my mouth. He was close. I could feel it. Taste it. Suddenly, nothing else mattered but the way his muscles tensed, the way his breathing had become uneven, the way his body towered over mine, dominant and powerful.

I wanted to taste him. Wanted to swallow every drop, wanted him to lose controlfor me. So I did the only thing I could: I purred, a kind of moaning hum. His wildcat.

Silas shuddered, his breath caught, and the hand on the back of my head jolted. He fucked my mouth, his pace fast and savage. I couldn’t breathe, tears streamed down my face, and drool spilled from my stretched lips.

“Yes! That’s it,” he groaned, thrusting deep, his entire body taut and straining. “You’re going to swallow it, aren’t you? You’re going to take every fucking drop down your pretty little throat.”

My body vibrated and my pussy throbbed, wet and needy and aching. I whimpered, a pathetic, desperate sound, and Silas cursed.

“Fuuuuck…” His drawn-out moan satisfied me in a way I could not understand.

His grip shifted, his fingers wrapping around my throat, his thumb digging into the sensitive skin right below my jaw. I swallowed around him, choking, his cock jerking, his body flexed. His grip on my throat tightened and he captured my eyes just before…

His hips slammed forward, pressing my nose into his dense thatch of pubic hair.

A muffled, helpless sound escaped me as his cock rammed all the way down my throat.

My eyes watered, my breath stopped, and his fingers dug into my skin, holding me there, buried to the hilt. I swallowed around his massive cock, desperate for air, my throat working around him. His body seized, shuddering, and he let out a snarling roar.

Hot, sticky cum spilled down my throat, spurt after spurt, his grip around my throat tightened, his muscles shook, and his groans were raw and wild. My eyes fluttered, the room blurring and my vision going dark at the edges. My lungs burned and my body ached, but the sound of his satisfaction—the taste of him, the feel of him filling my throat, the knowledge that he had come undone for me—all collided together, leaving me reeling and close to unconsciousness.

He pulled out slowly, his grip loosening as his gaze softened. I sucked in a huge shuddering breath, shaking from head to toe, overwhelmed and exhausted and so, so satisfied.

Silas leaned downand pressed his lips against my forehead, kissing me gently ashis breath came in ragged, uneven bursts. His fingers trailed over my cheek and down the line of my jaw, his thumb lightly tracing across my bottom lip.

“My good, sweet girl,” he murmured.

And then, he tipped my chin up and kissed me.

It was soft and sweet and gentle, a welcome contrast to the way he had just so brutally taken and claimed me. I melted into it, kissing him back, my hands lifting to grasp his shoulders, wrap around his neck, clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping me grounded.

When he pulled back, his lips still touched mine, and I could barely breathe, barely think.

“Mine,” he whispered.

My heart tripped because I couldn’t deny it. Not anymore.

I was his.