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“I know just what you need, kitten.” I let my head drop to her neck, and I’m helpless to do anything but kiss her skin, inhaling the scent of my soap, but on her, it smells different.

Too good—intoxicating. “Let me take care of you.” I tease her clit with my thumb as I lick the smooth column of her throat, listening to the soft puffs of her breath as I move lower.

“Something,” she moans as my lips move to her chest, my mouth watering as I draw closer to her juicy tits. “I need to tell you something… Oh, God, what are you doing to me?”

“Nothing yet.”

Chelsea cries out when my lips close around a rosy bud, sucking desperately at it and losing myself in the taste of her.

Mine!

The voice roaring in my head is desperate now. Dangerously possessive. I can’t say the words, afraid they might scare her, so I decide to show her.

When I get down on my knees, there is a moment of relief when they touch the ground, but I only allow myself a second to feel it before I’m raking my hands up her thighs, pushing them open for me.

A deep growl slips out at the sight of her pussy, pink and wet, gleaming with arousal that makes my mouth water for a taste.

I lean in, letting her soft scent flood my senses, and before I know what I’m doing, I find my face pressed against the inside of her thigh, inhaling her. “Mine!”

“Hound, I’ve never… Oh!” She sobs when I push up and slide my tongue between her feminine lips, dragging it over the wet valley of her sex.

I moan harshly at her sweet scent, getting drunk on it in seconds.

It wrecks me. Every intention I had of taking it slow disappears, and suddenly I want to devour every inch of her pussy, and so I do.

I clutch her thigh and rest it over my shoulder before burying my hungry tongue in her sex, sawing at her pussy like a mad man.

My cock juts behind my fly, leaking endlessly with desperate need to join the party.

My grip tightens as I suction my lips over her clit and draw at the swollen bud, her pleasured cries barely breaking past the fog in my brain.

“Oh, God!”

She falls helplessly against the wall as her hips move over my face, hesitantly at first before her shyness fades and she starts rocking forward.

Rocking her sex furiously over my seeking tongue, her arousal coasting down my jaw with every move.

Her broken moans fuel me, and I find that I can’t get enough.

I’m helpless to do anything but lap at her sugary juices, feeling her clit swell with every lick.

I definitely shouldn’t drown myself in someone whose future with me is uncertain, but there's no helping it.

Mine!

I need to have her. Lord above, she’s everything.

Her sharp intake of breath lets me know that she’s close. A rough tremble rocks through her body, and her pussy starts to quiver against my tongue. “Fall for me, kitten. I want to hear you scream,” I growl against her sex.

The need to see and feel her come apart in my arms pushes me to move faster, batting at her clit with rough strokes before closing my lips around the bud, sucking at the sensitive nub.

“H-hound!” she screams as her body breaks into rough shudders.

Her pussy pulses over my tongue, clenching and releasing rapidly as she climaxes, wave after wave of pleasure rushing in.

Her tits are flushed, those juicy nipples puckered as she rolls her hips, riding out the orgasm until she’s a boneless mess.

Chelsea is still trembling when I lower her leg from my shoulder before climbing to my own feet.

She falls limply against me, and I ignore my own aching cock as I brush her hair back from her face to kiss her temple.

“Now this is what I imagined doing to you,” I say, allowing my lips to linger. “But I’m not done with you, Chelsea.”

I don’t wait for her response as I slide my hands behind her thighs and lift her into my arms. She’s still trembling when I carry her to bed.

I kiss her softly on the mouth before pushing back to undress.

Those golden-brown eyes watch me as I get undressed, following my fingers as I unbutton my shirt before shrugging it off.

She doesn’t shy away even when I unbuckle my jeans before tugging down the zipper.

Her mouth puffs open with surprise when I yank down my jeans along with my boxers and my cock bobs out.

The tip is red and angry, aching for release, but I am a patient man if anything.

This is not the time to lose my damn mind. I’ve never been with a virgin before, but I know enough to realize the last thing she needs is a bull on steroids rutting her on the bed. I’ll go slow until she’s begging for me to take her, even if it kills me, and with the way I feel, it damn well might.

Chelsea watches me silently as I climb onto bed, moaning when I pull her against me. She fits with my body like we were molded to be together, every rugged inch of my hard to her soft.

“Hound,” she whimpers when my hand slides up and down her back in a soft caress. “I’ve been trying to tell you something, but you keep distracting me… Hmm.” She hums when my hand drops to her butt, fondling her perfect mound in my large palm.

“What is it you want to tell me?” I ask, slowly nudging her legs apart and sliding my hard dick between her thighs. We’re in the same position we were last night, but this time, it’s ten times better with us both fully naked.

“I don’t know if it’ll change anything,” she says, opening her legs further for me, and I can’t resist the urge to thrust my cock against the juncture of her thighs.

My cock is so fucking hard it could hammer down a nail.

She’s so close, her pussy is mere inches from my leaking tip, and it takes everything to not thrust into her.

Patience!

“Tell me,” I choke out.

“I…I’m a virgin,” she whispers, and I groan at her words.

“I know.” Of course, I suspected as much, but hearing her say the words sends the animal in me roaring to claim her. Mark her so everyone knows she belongs to me. A dangerous killer that would not hesitate to do whatever it takes to protect her.

“I was trying to tell you, but you kept distracting me…” Chelsea stills against me and pushes back to meet my heated eyes. “What do you mean, you know?”

“I just do, kitten.” My hand travels between her legs as I lean in to brush my lips against her, sliding them over her mouth until she opens for me.

“And it changes nothing.” She whimpers into the kiss as I rub my middle finger over her entrance, teasing the spot until she relaxes enough to let me in.

“You have no idea what a fucking turn on it is, knowing that someone as beautiful as you would want a man like me to touch you. To be the first man to touch you.” I tuck my digit into her opening and curl it, causing her to jerk against me as I tease the sensitive nerves in her sex.

“You bring out a side of me I never knew existed. A side that wants to take out any man that dares look at you.” I catch her wince when I add my index finger.

I stroke her clit with my thumb until she relaxes once more to allow my digits inside of her, pushing them shallowly in and out of her until she’s whining and moving to meet my fingers.

“I’ll be damn sure to be the last man that gets to touch you this way. ”

“Yes,” she pants, writhing helplessly against me. I can tell she’s close to another orgasm as her breath hitches and her eyes glaze over. “Only you.”

“Say it!” I demand as I drive my fingers into her, rubbing her clit as I slowly stretch her for my cock. “Tell me who you belong to!”

“Yours,” she sobs. “I’m yours, Hound, please… Oh God, I can’t take it… Need you.”

“Fuck!” I growl, pulling my fingers away.

She whines at the move, but I’m desperate to be inside of her.

I can hear my blood roaring in my ears as settle between her thighs.

I take a moment to admire her, my own need forgotten in those precious seconds as I breathe her in, and goddamnit, she looks so fucking gorgeous lying naked beneath me.

Her eyes drowsy, lips parted and tits flushed.

Her legs opened for me, braced for when I pop her precious cherry.

In this moment, I realize what makes Chelsea different from all the others.

I am in love with her.

There is no telling when it happened or how it did so suddenly.

Maybe it was the first time our eyes met or last night when she curled into my embrace and went to sleep.

Or maybe sometime during my own sleepless night, as she lay dreaming in the arms of the stranger she’d let pleasure her, breathing softly and trusting I wouldn’t hurt her.

Or maybe it was this morning when she woke up and smiled at me.

Whatever the case, it’s useless to pretend that I am not utterly in love with this woman. That I wouldn’t tear out the heart of any man that dared hurt her and lay it on a platter for her.

She’s mine. Whatever happens after this, Chelsea is mine!

My heated eyes are locked with her warm honey brown as I take firm hold of my hard dick and guide it to her sex.

My heart is hammering hard as I rub the head of my shaft up and down her folds, gathering dampness on my cock before gently working it into her entrance.

“Mine,” I growl when I manage to get the head inside her impossibly tight sex.

“Hound.” She whimpers as my cock stretches her walls, wrapping her arms over my shoulders as I inch deeper into her.

“It’s okay,” I soothe, bringing our mouths together in a long, hungry kiss and groaning when she responds in kind.

I lick into her mouth, kissing her until she starts writhing under me, her hips moving restlessly.

Strumming her clit, I push another inch into her, giving her a few seconds before slamming forward.

I roar as I tear through the thin barrier of her innocence and fill her with my cock.

Fuuuck!

She cries out, her back arching off the bed in surprise. “Oh, so big,” she whimpers, digging her nails into my back.

“I’m sorry, baby,” I say raggedly, kissing her face as I try to rein in my body. I thought I was ready for this, but she’s so wet and tight—it’s nothing I expected and my cock threatens to explode. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she replies, hugging my shoulders. “It feels…strange. Hurts a little.”

“I’m sorry,” I rasp, kissing her neck and face, giving her a moment to adjust to my length.

“The pain’s fading now.” Her grip tightens. “Feels good too. Don’t stop.”

“I’ll make it better,” I growl as I start moving, slowly at first as I stroke my cock inside of her.

I know damn well I’m bigger than the average man and ought to give her more time to adjust better to my girth, but I can’t help myself.

Whatever control I was grasping onto has snapped like thin rubber and now, I have to have her.

Breed her. Christ, the thought of Chelsea pregnant with my child sends my hips moving faster, harder.

I have a moment of uncertainty, but the pause sends her nails dragging over my back, urging me to move.

“Please,” she begs, holding me firmly against her, and then I’m pumping into her. I clutch her thigh and bring it to my hip, which sends me impossibly deeper. We both moan, and then I’m moving like a mad man, no finesse whatsoever as I slam into her.

“I’m not going to last, kitten,” I warn, rocking so hard into her the bed creaks and the headboard slams against the wall.

“Fuck, your pussy is a fucking dream, it’s a fucking miracle I’ve lasted this long.

” I brush my lips over hers, our breaths mingling hotly between us as I hammer into her.

“Need you to come for me. Want to hear you before I fill you with my cum.”

She flushes at my words, but I am too far gone to admire the beautiful tinge on her cheeks. Or the way her eyes turn glassy when I grind the base of my cock over her clit, thrusting shallowly until she’s sobbing and writhing helplessly under me. “Oh God… Hound… Faster!”

I drive my cock into her, pinning her to the bed as I slam in and out of her in rough thrusts.

The wet sound of our flesh meeting fills the room, drowning in our ragged breathing.

I bury my face against her neck as I pick up the pace, gripping her thigh as I pound furiously into her, feeling her teeter closer and closer to an orgasm.

Her breath catches in my ear and nails claw my back seconds before she explodes.

She orgasms with a scream, and her pussy clenching around my cock is what sends me falling right off the edge with her.

The orgasm roars out of me, tearing through my abdomen in rough shudders that threaten to take me under.

It sweeps through me in violent waves, turning my thrusts brutal as I bury seed into her.

“Mine!” I growl into her ear as our bodies shudder against each other. “You belong to me.”

“Yes,” she whimpers as her sex clenches and releases around my cock, milking me until I’ve poured everything into her.

Heart, soul, and seed.