Page 107 of The Witch’s Daughter

I pushed through my trepidation as I crawled onto the bed before him, then lowered my face to the mattress, pushing my backside in the air.

He kept me there waiting.

The seconds seemed to stretch forever, adding to the anticipation, as I waited for his next command.

“Use your fingers and spread yourself,” he said.

I reached between my legs, catching sight of him stroking his cock, as I did what he asked.

“Look how pretty you are.” He growled. “So wet. You’re dripping for me.”

“For you,” I echoed, feeling my heart beat erratically in my chest.

“For me.” The bed sank under his weight as he climbed behind me. “I’m going to mark you everywhere before I claim you. Got that? And I’m going to fuck you so hard you never forget that you’re mine.”

“Please,” I cried, begging. Not even sure what I was asking for now. Just whatever he wanted to give. I wanted all of it.

He lined himself up at my entrance, dragging the silken head through my slick, and I lowered my hand.

Jaxon stopped.

“I didn’t say to move.” His growl curled my toes. “Hold yourself open. Prove how much you want me.”

At his command, I pressed my hips up higher, arching my back and straightening my fingers so he knew how ready I was.

Without warning, he slid in with a solid thrust that tore a cry of pleasure from my lips.

He pulled out slowly.

And then he slammed in again.

My body stretched to accommodate him, already trained from his girth. It was a good thing too, because his pace was brutal. Punishing.

I welcomed it.

My legs were already shaking again as Jaxon gathered the hair at the base of my neck, leaning back to pull me against his chest as he continued to thrust.

His fingers gripped my hip possessively, digging in hard enough to bruise, as if he couldn’t let me go.

I rocked back against him, trying to match his pace, even as I felt my energy waning, and knew this was a losing battle. I planned to go down fighting, though.

What a beautiful way to collapse.

“Mine.” Jaxon’s teeth bit into my shoulder. Not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to leave another bruise.

He wasn’t playing about those marks.

I hadn’t realized I’d like this so much, but it was Jaxon, so of course I did.

“You’re mine.” He traced his teeth up the side of my neck and I bared it, giving him all of me and exposing my weak, vulnerable spots to the predator that held me in his arms.

My fingers were still trapped between us, and I shamelessly used my palm to add to the friction, as Jaxon wrenched my head to the side and his lips crashed into my lips.

He slowed his pace, drawing out the delicious torture in long, languid strokes as he set to work on stealing my soul through that kiss.

My lips were crushed and swollen as he pulled back, staring at me.

His wolf flashed in his eyes. “Say you’re my mate.”