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“Reminding you of your place.”

“What’s that?” she purred as I wrapped one hand around both her wrists.

“My sweet submissive.”

“Never.”

“I guess we’ll see about that.”

She shuddered visibly. “Not a chance.”

“You will do as I say,” I teased, but it was truthful.

She seemed full of surprises, not bothEricag to try to get out of my hold. I continued fucking her in earnest, the force driving her into the bed, the headboard hitting the wall several times. She continued wiggling under me, now starting to try to free her hands.

“Escaping is not going to happen, sweet girl.”

That’s the moment I released my hold, backing off onto my knees, watching as she brushed her hand down her face, her breathing heavier than before. When she rolled over, I slipped my arm underneath, lifting and plopping her down onto her hands and knees.

Anticipation tightened my gut, my reaction to her involuntary, as if I’d known her all my life. There was nothing pure and innocent about my intentions. I’d never tell anyone otherwise, including the lovely woman I was about to deflower in perhaps the vilest of manners. The dark, animalistic side of me had a need to claim all of her, as if the primal instinct was something I’d been born with.

Perhaps that was the case, my entire lineage created from the worst of humanity, developed over time into polished beasts and nothing more. But as I used her long strands for a leash, holding her in place with one hand while I wrapped my hand around my shaft, I knew it was an innate as breathing. Even more so. The truest nature of every man was primal, primitive in every way.

What the woman captured in my web likely already knew was that the greatest weakness in any red-blooded male was sex, mating more instinctual than anything else in a man’s life.

As I pushed the tip just inside, her small cries were ones of celebration to me. I’d conquered my mate. The thought was strange and ridiculous, but truthful, nonetheless.

She clamped her hands around the bedding, gasping for air as her ass muscles spasmed. Every sound she made continued to fuel the darkness and fire until I was out of breath. No longer capable of thinking rationally, all I needed was to pump her full of my seed.

I thrust harder, waiting long enough for her to gasp several times. When I plunged the final two inches inside, her slight scream was a sinful reward. Maybe I was a selfish monster, but the woman was irresistible in every way. As I started fucking her once again, I was struck by the sound of my body slapping against hers mixing with her soft cries.

I held her in position for a while before folding my body over hers, intertwining our fingers together. She was still panting, still shaking as I nuzzled into her neck, taking my time to nip and bite on her tender earlobe. For some reason I sensed her building reservations all over again, as if she’d come to her senses in the middle of our round of passion.

Pulling one hand free, I smacked my palm across her bottom several times until she yelped.

“Are you having doubts, mycherie? Are you worried about what will be said when others find out about our deep connection?”

“Yes.”

I cracked my hand against her bottom several additional times. “You’ll learn that I’m the air you need, the lifeforce you require to thrive. You’ll also realize that there is no turning back. I’ve already claimed all of you.”

With that I pumped more brutally until I could take it no longer. As every muscle starting with my calves began to tense, I squeezed her breast with one hand, twisting her nipple with my fingers until she cried out.

Only then did I erupt deep inside.

The woman had no way of knowing she’d just created an entirely different monster.

But she would soon learn.