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She’s casting a spell on me.

My hands on her are rough, unyielding. She wants to wear these bruises like a brand—like my brand.

And I want to mark her.

Every movement is like a battle—nails dragging, teeth clashing, grips tightening, bodies colliding in a war of pleasure and pain. Violence. Need.

I grab my cock. "Play with your fucking nipples," I order.

She pauses, eyes wide, breath hitched.

Her hips arch while I fist my cock, pumping, eyes locked on her belly, her fucking gorgeous body that will bear my children and tether her to me irrevocably. I might be obsessed.

I’m not sorry.

"Get on your fucking knees. Head down. Ass up."

She scrambles to obey.

I reward her with a hard, punishing slap to her ass. My handprint blooms, so pretty on her skin, and I can’t help but lean down and kiss it. She rocks on all fours.

I thrust into her in one brutal move.

Claiming.

She arches her back, her fingers digging into the bed.

"Matvei." She groans as I slam into her, her body welcoming me.

I thrust into her, again and again, until she moans and arches into me.

My body is heavy above her, and my breathing is ragged.

I continue thrusting, hips slamming against her ass.

I spank her hard, the satisfying crack of my palm against her ass. Once. Twice.

It doesn’t bring the relief I crave.

I spank her again, just to hear her scream.

I fist her hair and yank her head back as I move, my grip tightening.

She moans, right on the cusp of relief, and I feel the first spasm of pleasure rip through her.

I come.

I fucking come.

Spilling into her.

Groaning against her skin.

Kissing the bite marks I left on her neck and shoulders as she screams her own pleasure.

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