Page 25 of Harvest Maze

He let out a muffled curse in his native tongue. “What are you doing?”

I pushed back again. This time, I couldn’t hold back the moan. I was full. Stretched and buzzing with pleasure. “Give it to me.”

He pushed himself to the hilt. Stars exploded over the ground. My heart raced with elation. Pure joy infused my blood.

Behind me, his hard breathing said that he was equally affected. He pulled back and snapped his hips forward.

I stumbled.

“Fuck, my sweet kráska, I’m sorry.” He reached around my belly. “Here, let me fix it.”

Without leaving my center, he hauled me off my feet. I tipped back, my back level with his chest.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he commanded. “There you go, just like that.”

My back was against his chest. My legs hooked back around his. The position made him impossibly deep. His arms around my middle were corded with veins as his muscles strained to hold me.

“I can go on the ground, I don’t mind the dirt,” I panted.

His laugh tickled my bare shoulder with searing heat. “My girl likes to get dirty?”

As he spoke, he pumped in and out with shallow thrusts. My muscles clenched around his cock. I couldn’t find the words, and there wasn’t enough air to speak if I could. He drove into me with quick, sure strokes.

The arm that braced against my belly moved slightly, and his gloved hand found my clit.

I cried out, tipping my head back against his shoulder.

“That’s it,” he said darkly. “You’re mine now, dirty girl.” He circled my clit while driving into me with more speed. “Every gasp, every tremor—they belong to me.”

“Yes,” I whimpered.

Because when a monster offered to lay a claim on you, it would be madness to refuse. There wasn’t time or space to talk about how this wouldn’t last. In this moment, for this night, I was his.

His relentless attention brought me closer and closer to the edge. It was primal. The raw connection battered down my walls, and I wanted to invite him into my very soul. After tonight, his mark would remain.

“Take it, Ivry. Take me.”

I am!

There wasn’t enough air to agree. My body spoke for me.

“Do you feel the way I’m claiming you?” He punctuated each word with a thrust. “This pussy belongs to me now.”

“Demyan!” I was swept into the clouds. Earth and sky bent for this moment. Pleasure gave me an alternate view of reality. I cried out again, overpowered by the strange connection. This wasn’t just a random fuck. It was a deeper, otherworldly bliss. A binding of sorts. One that couldn’t be put into words, only felt in every fiber of my being.

“That’s it, kráska. Svätých! You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He slammed into me. “Now come for me.”

That command was all it took. I screamed. My body shattered. Ivry Ravello ceased to exist. I belonged to the monster, and n othing else mattered.

“I’m yours,” I gasped, although my voice sounded far away.

A bark of laughter, raw and intense, skated against my throat. “You’re mine. And I’m never letting you go.”

Looking back, I met his desperate gaze. He groaned and slammed deep in my pussy. He was perfect. Brutal and dangerous, but he would never hurt me. I was his kráska—his beauty.

With one final, shallow thrust, he stilled. My pussy clenched his cock, claiming his release. Next time, we were doing this without a condom. No barriers. I wanted everything: His brand. His essence. His last name.

It didn’t matter that I didn’t know what it was.