It was deeper than before, harder, a reclaiming.
AHH!!!
She cried out, a sharp, guttural sound that was swallowed by the forest.
He didn't pause, didn't give her a moment to adjust.
He set a pace that was downright savage, each powerful drive of his hips slamming her body into the unyielding tree with enough force to make her teeth rattle.
The world narrowed to the point where their bodies met.
The slick, wet sound of his penetration.
The raw scrape of bark against her silk-clad chest and cheek.
The incredible, overwhelming fullness as he stretched her, claiming every inch. His grip on her hips was iron, his fingers sure to leave bruises—marks of ownership she would secretly treasure.
"Is this what you want?" he grunted, his voice strained with the effort of his pounding rhythm. "This? The feel of a beast?"
"More," she begged, the word tearing from her throat.
"Harder, Jolthar! Show me your strength!"
It was a challenge he was born to answer.
