Page 146 of Revenge Saints

Her cry rips through the trees. Her fingers dig into my back, but she’s still moving her hips against me, still trying to meet every brutal thrust.

No.

She doesn’t get control now.

I do.

I pull out so fast she gasps.

Then I grip her by the waist, spin her, and shove her to the ground.

Hands and knees in the dirt, she is breathing raggedly, and her hair is a mess.

She glances over her shoulder, eyes wide, daring me.

I don’t give her a chance to breathe.

I slam her ass up with one hand and thrust back in, cock sliding in slick and savage, burying to the hilt in a single, devastating stroke.

She screams, legs slipping open more, back arching.

Her shirt’s bunched under her tits now, and her body is already trembling.

I wrap one hand around her throat from behind and pull her up against my chest, still pounding into her.

“Mine,” I snarl into her ear. “You hear me, pet? Fucking mine.”

She moans something, but it just makes me rut harder.

I snap my hips. Over and over.

My grip tightens on her throat, reminding her who she fucking belongs to.

She’s not moving anymore, just taking it and moaning like a fucking prayer.

Body jolting with every thrust like a ragdoll, limp in my grip, her thighs trembling, skin flushed, her pussy is so fucking tight I’m losing my mind.

The sound of our bodies slapping together, her wetness, her moans, my growls—it’s chaos.

I lean forward, press her head into the dirt with one palm, and hold her there as I keep her ass high, just the way I want her. She sobs out my name, her body shaking beneath me, but I don’t stop. Ican’t. Her face is buried in the earth, my hand wrapped around her throat, her fucking center gripping my cock like itneverwants to let me go.

Legs trembling, skin flushed, tears streaking down her cheeks, and still, she moans for more. Begging in broken gasps, giving me everything, no hesitation, no fear. Just her, offered up and fucking radiant in the ruin of it.

My rhythm starts to fall apart. Thrusts harder now, less measured, more frantic, sloppy, desperate. I drag her hips back into me with every stroke, slamming in deeper, deeper, until I feel it coiling in my spine, pressure white-hot and blinding.

“I’m gonna come inside you,” I growl through clenched teeth, every muscle pulled taut. “You’re gonna take it all, pet.”

“Yes,” she gasps, voice shaking. “Please, please,”

That’s it. That’s all I needed.

I slam in one last time, then again—

My vision whites out, my body jerking as I spill inside her, cock throbbing, balls drawn tight, every nerve in my body lit like I’ve been set on fire. “Fuck, Aspen,” I growl against her back, the sound half snarl, half worship. I don’t pull out. Ican’t. I grip her hips like if I let go, she’ll vanish.

Hot cum leaks from her, dripping down her thighs as my hips twitch, giving her every last drop I’ve got left.

And her?