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I smile. “Like that, too?”

She doesn’t answer. I draw my finger out and then introduce two at the same time.

She squeaks and shakes her head. “Oh, God. Ow.”

The ring’s stretched taut around my fingers. I leave them there, shocking her tiny ring, stealing her innocence.

With my free hand on her hip, I start to fuck her pussy. Slow, steady thrusts.

“Rub yourself,” I say.

“Your fingers…” she groans.

“Your body needs a chance to get used to it,” I say, pumping into her pussy with more force. “Rub your clit for me.”

Her white-knuckled grip on the sheets eases. Her hand snakes under her body. Within moments, her wet heat is throbbing around me. Her arousal coats my shaft as I pull out. The shine on my cock brings another satisfied smile to my lips.

Her hips move restlessly. She’s getting used to having her asshole stretched while getting fucked.

“Good,” I murmur, moving my fingers, scissoring them open.

She freezes, tentative again.

“Sasha,” she husks.

I wait, my cock aching to thrust.

“Be gentle,” she pleads.

I pull my fingers out and replace them with my thumb, twisting it slowly as I penetrate her smallest hole. She pushes back against me, raising her ass and enjoying what I’m doing to her.

“Slow training with more lube till you can take me in your ass like a good girl,” I say, pumping into her hungry pussy again.

“Like that,” she groans. “More, please.”

“Rougher, you mean?”

“Yes.”

I suck in a satisfied breath and start to rut like an animal, the way I love to. I close my eyes, concentrating on her body’s tight grip. She’s silky soft as she submits to the hard darkness I bury inside her.

Her moans get louder. She teeters on orgasm, sometimes pleading for mercy, other times pleading for more. I give her everything she wants. Slower when she whimpers. Harder when she begs. I love every second of this dance.

Sweat beads on my chest and drips down onto her alabaster skin.

“My Raven,” I growl, gripping her hips hard and lifting her so her knees dangle inches above the mattress. She’s so slight. Deceptively delicate. But the way she keeps me transfixed, unable to resist trying to get closer, there’s undeniable power in that. She’s my little bird, and I’m her wolf. A whisper from her can command my body in a way no shouted order from anyone else ever will.

“God, yes,” she groans, coming on my cock, milking me in her tight sheath.

My cock can’t resist that siren song. I jerk hard as I thrust deep, jetting seed against her womb.

Get in there, I think ferociously. I want to plant my baby inside her, want our lives twisted together like overgrown vines in a dark neglected wood.

I can’t resist the thoughts. I want her body to carry a piece of me that’ll suck life into itself from her.

I want a connection that lasts forever.

For the length of my life and after I’m dead, I want her soul tied to mine.