God, I’d never done anything like this, never even dreamed of showing myself to another person in such a wanton, erotic manner. But I wanted to touch myself, wanted to see the lust covering his face as he watched me pleasure myself…as I did what he said.

“Do it, Britta. Show me what’s mine. Show me that you want this too.”

His voice was so hoarse, so guttural that it sent chills throughout my body. It made me wetter, had my nipples harder. I touched myself then, showing him the most intimate part of me. I wanted him to be touching me, wanted his mouth and hands on me, wanted his cock deep inside of me. I didn’t stop myself from looking down at the huge erection he sported.

It was all for me. It was all because of me.

“Touch yourself for me.” God, had I really said that out loud?

He made this deep sound in the back of his throat, this growl that made me feel innocent and vulnerable. He stroked himself slowly, his focus on me. The sight transfixed me.

“You see what you do to me? You see how much I want you, how ready I am for you?”

I saw the clear fluid that dotted the tip of his shaft and felt my heart race, the blood rushing through my veins. I lifted my gaze back to his face. He straightened and took a step closer until he was at the edge of the bed and kept his gaze trained between my splayed thighs, his hand still on his cock, his motions still unhurried, but with each passing second he was jerking himself off faster. The sound of his palm moving over his flesh filled my head.

“How wet are you for me?” he asked, even though I knew he could see.

“I’m ready for you.”

He let go of his cock and placed his hands beside my hips. The way he watched me made me feel like the prey for a very dangerous predator.

“Tonight I make you mine, Britta. Tonight you’ll know what it means, how it feels, to truly be claimed.” He leaned down and took my mouth in a brutal kiss. His flavor was sweet but also untamed, intensely good.

He grabbed a chunk of my hair and forced my head back, exposing my throat. I felt the hot, hard length of him press between my thighs as he kissed my neck, licking and sucking at my skin. He placed his lips back on mine, and while kissing me, he reached between our bodies and placed the tip of his dick at the entrance of my pussy. Everything inside of me stilled. I was ready for this.

So ready.

He pulled back and looked right in my eyes, and without saying anything he slid into me in one fluid motion. I couldn’t help but arch my back and thrust my breasts out. Rofus groaned above me and closed his eyes.

“So fucking good.”

I felt the heavy weight of his balls press against my ass when he was fully inside of me, and the air left me. All I could do was hold on to him and experience this fully.

“You ready?”

I could only nod. I felt so full, so stretched that I couldn’t catch my breath.

When he started moving in and out of me, I grabbed on to his biceps and dug my nails into his flesh. His massive chest rose and fell as he breathed, and his big arms shook as he held himself up above me. I didn’t want him to control himself with me. I wanted him to go wild.

“Fucking hell. Yes,” he said harshly. He pushed into me and pulled out, over and over, groaning with every thrust.

I felt my inner muscles clench rhythmically around him. Rofus stretched me, filled me completely.

“Watch as I fuck you, as I own you like you already own me.”

I stared between my thighs, seeing his massive length partially inside of me. He thrust in and out, taking me as his. With each passing second he picked up speed until he was slamming into me, making me slide up the bed with each thrust.

I couldn’t hold myself up any longer. And when I was flat on the mattress again, he went primal on me, slamming in and pulling out, over and over again. The sound of our wet skin slapping together filled the room, making it so that was all I could hear. Right before I felt myself falling over the edge, Rofus pulled out of me and flipped me onto my belly.

A gasp left me. He palmed my ass with his big hands, gripped the mounds, and squeezed them tightly until I cried from the sensitivity of it.

But God, did that feel so good.

“So damn perfect.” He grabbed my waist and hauled me up. I was now on my hands and knees, my ass in the air and my legs spread obscenely wide. I had no doubt he could see every single inch of me. “I hope you’re ready, beauty, because there’s no going back.”

I’d never been more ready for anything in my entire life. I could only nod, though, my throat tight, my voice nonexistent. He placed the tip of his shaft at my entrance once more and slid inside of me in one smooth, fluid motion.

“God. Yes,” I found myself hissing out.

He moved in and out of me slowly, but his motions became harder, faster. He held on to my hips in a bruising hold. I looked down the length of my body and could see the heavy weight of his balls swinging as he thrust in and out of me.

He grunted and my pleasure increased. Rofus held my hips so tightly that the pain morphed into intense pleasure. And then I felt myself fall over the edge again, as if it were this never-ending tidal wave, this tsunami of pleasure.

And when he stopped pumping inside of me, now buried deep in my body, I could feel the hard jets of his seed fill me.

He filled me up, and no matter how insane this whole situation might have been, how crazy any outsider would say I was, I wanted so much more from Rofus. I wanted to be his in all ways.

In. Every. Way.

All I could feel, smell, and hear was him, and it was intoxicating, addicting.

He pulled his mouth away from my neck and groaned. That one sound was so primal, so rough that it sent shivers racing up my spine. He moved closer to me, impossibly so, his chest now covering my back, his breathing rough. It matched mine. There was no way I could hold myself up any longer, so I let myself collapse on the bed, the mattress forming to my exhausted, sweaty body.

It was long seconds before he pulled out of me, but when he did, he didn’t go far. He lay beside me, keeping his hand between my thighs, the possessiveness in that act clear.

“You’re mine, Britta. All mine,” he said huskily, and I knew he meant every word, knew that I truly was his in all ways. And when he leaned down and kissed the top of my head, this brutal man so aloof and distant to anyone who came in contact with him, I felt myself open up further to him…for him.

He pulled the blankets over us, and this sense of calm and protection settled over me. I wanted to be bathed in it, to just embrace the fact I’d given myself over to Rofus, let myself feel free for the first time in my life. Maybe I was a fool for giving in to him. Maybe I should have been smart and left my feelings out of this. But the truth was it was that fear that made me feel alive, and I didn’t want to let that go.

Because being afraid was better than feeling nothing at all.