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Natalie is beneath me, her body trembling, her nails digging into my skin like she’s trying to anchor herself to reality, and it’s driving me fucking insane. The moment I pushed inside her, something snapped inside me—a primal, possessive need that I can’t control. She’s tight, hot, and the way her body grips me makes my vision blur. I’ve had women before, but nothing has ever felt like this. Nothing has ever felt like her .

I pull back slightly, savoring the feel of her around me before thrusting in again, slow and deep. Her soft moan hits my ears, and I watch her face—the way her lips part, her breath catches, and her eyes flutter shut as her body responds to every move I make. The way she feels is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and the sight of her coming undone beneath me is something I’ll never forget. Her skin is flushed, her blonde hair splayed out across the pillows, a sheen of sweat glistening on her chest, and I can’t help but think how fucking beautiful she looks like this—wild, undone, completely mine.

“Eyes open baby, look at me while I fuck you.” I growl, and her eyes flutter open, locking onto mine.

My cock throbs inside her, every inch of me burning with need, to make her feel every single ounce of what’s rushing through me. I pull out almost completely, and then thrust back in hard, groaning as I feel her tightness all over again. Fuck, she feels so good, like she was made for me.

“Natalie,” I growl, my voice thick with need. She moans softly in response, her fingers raking up my back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I lean down, brushing my lips against hers, tasting her as I drive deeper, slower, letting every thrust sink in, making her feel me. Her tongue tangles with mine, our kiss consuming.

Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer, and I can’t hold back the groan that escapes my lips. Her body is so fucking perfect, every curve fitting against me like a puzzle piece I didn’t even know I was missing. I slide my hands down her sides, my palms grazing her soft skin, and when I feel her hips move in rhythm with mine, I know she’s close. So am I, but I don’t want this to end. Not yet.

I lower my mouth to her neck, kissing a trail down to her collarbone, tasting the salt of her sweat, feeling the way her body reacts under me. She shivers when my beard grazes her skin, her breath hitching, and I can’t help the satisfied smirk that pulls at my lips. I’m unraveling her, slowly, and I fucking love it.

When I look down at her, she’s a vision—her eyes half-lidded, lips swollen from our kisses, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her breasts are perfect, round and soft, her nipples hard under my touch as I trail my fingers down her body. My mouth follows, leaving wet kisses down her chest, sucking one of her nipples into my mouth. She gasps, arching her back, pressing more of herself into me. I suck harder, rolling my tongue around the sensitive peak, feeling her body tremble under the attention.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” I murmur against her skin, the words slipping out between kisses. I can feel her hands fisting in my hair, holding me to her as her hips buck against mine, her body begging for more.

I pull out of her, and trail my mouth lower, down her stomach, my tongue grazing her skin until I reach her thighs. I kiss the inside of her legs, slow, deliberate, feeling the way she shakes, how desperate she is for me. But I’m not rushing this. Not with her. I want to savor every moment, every sound she makes, every way her body responds to me. I want to commit it all to memory. She’s perfect, and I need to make her understand she’s mine.

I spread her legs wider, pressing soft kisses along the sensitive skin of her thighs before I reach her center. She’s soaking wet, and the sight of it makes me groan. I run my tongue slowly over her clit, savoring her taste, and she gasps, her fingers digging into my shoulders as her back arches off the bed.

“Ryan,” she whimpers, my name sounding so sweet and broken on her lips. The sound of her voice like that—desperate and wanting—sends a surge of heat straight through me. I flick my tongue over her clit again, and her body shudders beneath me, her legs shaking. Her moans grow louder, and I know she’s close, but I don’t stop. I want to push her right to the edge, to watch her fall apart for me.

Her hips lift off the bed as I move my tongue faster, sucking gently on her clit, and when she moans my name again, it’s like a fucking symphony. Her body is tense, shaking, her nails digging into me, and I know she’s right there. Just one more push.

I suck harder, and with a strangled cry, she comes undone. Her body convulses under me, her thighs shaking around my head as she rides out her orgasm. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen—her completely lost in the moment, her moans filling the room, her body trembling from the force of her release.

I pull back, kissing my way up her body as she tries to catch her breath. Her skin is flushed, her chest heaving, and she looks like a goddess—completely wrecked and perfect.

But I’m not done. I slide my cock against her entrance, still slick from her orgasm, and when I push inside her again, I let out a guttural groan. Fuck, she’s tight.

I thrust into her slowly, savoring the way her walls grip me, the way she feels around me. Her nails dig into my back again, and I lower my mouth to hers, kissing her deeply, swallowing her moans as I start to pick up the pace. The room is filled with the sound of our bodies coming together, the heat between us thick and intense.

“You’re mine now,” I growl against her lips, thrusting harder, deeper. “Say it. Tell me that you’re mine.”

She gasps, her fingers gripping my shoulders, her eyes wide and full of lust. “I’m yours,” she whispers breathlessly, her voice breaking.

A dark satisfaction floods me at her words, possessiveness gripping me tight. “Good girl,” I murmur, my voice thick with pride. The way she submits to me, the way she’s giving herself over—it’s everything I want. I lean down, kissing her again, this time softer, but no less intense. I need to hear it again. I need to know she’s mine.

I thrust into her harder, my cock pulsing inside her, and the sight of her beneath me, saying she’s mine, is all it takes. I’m completely lost in her. The way her body moves with mine, the way she looks at me—it’s all too much.

“Come for me,” I growl, my voice low and commanding. “Now.” I reach down, my fingers finding her clit.

Her body tenses again, and I can feel her clenching around me, and with a cry, she shatters again, her second orgasm tearing through her.

“Fuck baby, you look so fucking beautiful when you fall apart.” It’s enough to send me over the edge too. With one final thrust, I let go, coming hard inside her, my entire body trembling as a guttural growl rumbles out of my chest.

I collapse beside her, pulling her into me, my breath still coming out in ragged gasps. She rests her head on my chest, her fingers trailing lightly over my skin, and I know right then and there that I’m fucked.

“Fuck,” I whisper, staring up at the ceiling, my mind racing. “I’m in so much trouble.”

Because now that I’ve had her, there’s no going back. She’s mine, and I’ll kill anyone who even tries to come near her.