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“Oh God!” she shouts when I stroke her clit fast and rough, her breathing growing heavier until she suddenly jolts, her thighs locking on my hand as her stomach trembles with an orgasm.

I don’t give her time to recover before my face is buried between her legs and I am licking at her pussy, tasting her pleasure.

I hold her thighs open when she starts writhing on the bed, I lick at the slippery soft petals of her flesh and lose myself in her intoxicating taste, working her tight hole open with my tongue.

“Axel… God. Oh my God !” she cries out, her fingers gripping my hair as she starts rolling her hips and fucking herself on my tongue.

My hips move too, thrusting into the bed as I lap at her sex, thirsty for her unique taste.

My lips close around her clit tightly as I press a finger inside her, and that propels her into yet another climax.

Her body stiffens a few seconds before she comes apart, flooding my tongue with her pleasure.

She sobs, thrashing on the bed as I continue to work her body her through the orgasm, and she’s panting when I finally pull back, her face and body flushed.

She’s a dream.

God, she’s so young. Too precious for an undeserving beast like myself. And yet, in all of my thirty-one years, I’ve never wanted to better for anyone as much as I do her. It has nothing to do with the promise I made and everything to do with how she makes me feel.

Mine!

“You’re mine,” I growl possessively, fisting my cock as I climb up her body. “I’m going to make you mine!”

She nods; her eyes dazed when they lock on mine as her thighs open wider for me. “Yours,” she whispers, wrapping her arms around me, and I see it in her eyes. Her desperation for me to claim her is almost as strong as my need to make her mine.

Eyes on hers, I bring my aching cock to her hole.

Her nails dig into my shoulder as I press an inch inside of her, fighting with myself to not thrust into her and bury myself with one motion.

Fuck, of course she’s tight. Brooke has never been with a man before, and that thought alone nearly turns me into an animal.

I’ve known her for years, been following her for months, long enough to know that she’s never been touched by a man before.

She’s never made it a secret either, talking boldly to her best friend about her virginity knowing I could hear them. It’s almost like she wanted me to know.

Her innocence, the precious flower she’s gifting me is one I intend to treat with care. The thought of anyone hurting her, even myself, fills me with rage, and I would bear all the hurt for her if I could.

But Fuck, she’s like a vise around the tip of my cock, making it hard for me to move!

“Fuck, Brooke. You’re so tight,” I rasp as I inch my cock slowly into her pussy. I bite back a growl when she wraps her legs around me, pulling me deeper into her sex.

“Do it,” she begs. “Make me yours!” Then she pulls my head down, and her lips seek mine. I wrap a hand around her hips before lifting her up and slamming forward past the thin barrier of her innocence. She gasps into the kiss, her arms tightening around me as I fill her with my thick shaft.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuck!

I give her a minute to adjust to my cock, heart racing fast as I struggle not to move.

Jesus, she’s so tight it takes every bit of strength I have to hold still.

My balls ache with the need for release, but I grasp on to my slipping control, fighting through clenched teeth to keep a tight hold.

Our earlier encounter in her entry way helped take off the edge of my desire, but I’m still barely holding on.

I kiss her lips and jaw, trailing my mouth over her face before pulling back to look at her. “Are you okay, baby?” I ask, studying her face for any tells.

“I’m fine,” she answers.

“I don’t want to hurt you, but I can’t hold back any longer.”

Brooke brings her fingers to my face, cupping my jaw between her soft hands. “I want you. I can take all of you,” she says dazedly. “Don’t hold back, Axel. Make me yours. Please.”

“Mine!” I growl, pulling out before thrusting back in and flattening her on the bed.

Something feral and desperate seems to take hold over me as I lift her knees to my shoulders, which sends me impossibly deep inside her.

She whines at the move, eyes widening to saucers when I start fucking her with deep strokes.

“You’re the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, and you are mine.

No one else gets to touch you. No one else can have you. ”

“Yours!” she sobs as I ram forward; her fingers fall away to grip the sheets, ripping at them. Her tits bounce with every slam into her sex, and her breath hitches with every grind of my cock until the room is filled with desperate noises and the wet sounds of our love making.

I’m close.

Goddamn it! I could spend a lifetime in this pussy, fucking her over and over again until we’re one, but I’m not deluded enough to think I can hold out much longer. Not when it comes to her and the spell she’s cast over me.

“Fuck, baby, so close,” I rasp, slamming my cock in and out of her with fevered thrusts. I rail her like a beast, and she rocks her hips to meet my thrusts, sobbing out my name when I bring my finger to her sex and strum her clit in rough circles.

“Oh God!” she cries out, her sex locking hard around my cock as she climaxes. Her body shudders from the orgasm and her eyes roll back, a beautiful sight that I catch through lust-glazed eyes. I pin her down, snarling like an animal as I hammer my cock into her tight little pussy with primal need.

“Mine!” I growl, my hips slapping against hers seconds before my muscles tense in warning.

I come with a roar, my cock spasming and firing a thick load of seed into her womb.

My fingers dig into her hips as I fuck her fast and rough into the bed, filling her.

This climax is stronger and more violent than anything I have ever experienced before.

I could have missed this, I realize. With my stupid guilt, I could have missed out on the best thing that’s ever happened to me— her .

I collapse on top of her, bracing my elbow over her head to stop myself from crushing her with my massive build. I run my eyes over her face, taking in her sated expression, and when she looks up at look me, I spy the smile on her lips. Her brows furrow when I don’t return it.

“Axel…”

“Are you okay?” I ask, gently pulling out of her. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” she says, watching me carefully as I pull back and climb out of bed. I walk to the bathroom adjoining her room and grab a towel, wetting it under the sink before returning to the bedroom. “Y-you don’t have to do this.”

Her face is flushed and eyes wide as I run the towel between her legs, staring at the evidence of our love making and loss of her innocence.

“I want to,” I say thickly, cleaning her up before getting back up to dispose of the towel.

When I walk back into the room, she’s tugged the covers over her body and is watching me with a guarded look.

Her eyes widen with surprise when I pull back the covers and climb into bed beside her then pull her into my arms.

Did she think I’d leave? After making love to her so passionately, what kind of a scoundrel would just up and leave as if she was nothing more than a quick fuck?

Brooke leans back, her eyes searching my face. “D-do you regret it?” she asks quietly, and I hear the vulnerability in her voice. Fuck, it’s my fault for making her so insecure in us as to believe that I would leave after what we just shared.

“No, I don’t regret what happened tonight,” I say, but it’s not that simple. “I’ve been following you for months, Brooke.” It’s no secret between us, and I never put much of an effort into hiding it from her. “I tried to hold back and not step in to stop your antics as long as you were safe.”

“I know,” she says, seemingly confused by where I’m going with this.

“Before tonight, I didn’t step in even whenever a man approached you.

I told myself I was giving you a chance to form connections, to explore.

But each time, I wanted to rip out their eyes for even looking at you.

” Brooke gasps at my confession, and I grasp her chin and force her eyes to meet mine.

“You belong to me now, which makes me a very dangerous man. Anyone who tries to hurt you will have to deal with me. Any man who touches you will die.”

She shivers at my words, staring up at me for a long moment before she finally speaks. “So you don’t regret it? Even with your promise to my dad?”

“No. I promised your father I would keep you safe. I won’t deny that I still feel some guilt for taking his precious daughter’s innocence, but there is no man on this Earth who will care for you like I do, and I think Kane would understand.”

“I know he would. He loved you like a son,” she responds, and I know she’s right. Kane was my best friend, my mentor. He put me on the right path and taught me everything he knows. Doing right by Brooke, loving her, is another way to honor the man I owe so much.

With a yawn, Brooke pushes forward and buries her face in my neck, and in seconds, she’s sound asleep. I listen to her breathing even out, hugging her much smaller body against mine, and she hums contentedly against me in her sleep.

I may not be the perfect man for her; I’m rough around the edges and jaded by life, but I will be the only man for her. Brooke Kane belongs to me now. Perhaps she has since the moment I made my promise to her father, and I just wasn’t ready to admit it.

Whatever the case, she’s mine now, and I’ll protect her with my life.