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One long, relentless thrust buried me to the root. Her cunt stretched wide around the thick girth, the soft inner walls fluttering and squeezing as I forced every inch inside. The wet, obscene sound of it filled the room. She cried out, hands scrambling at my back, nails digging in. I didn't give her time to adjust. I pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, hard enough that the bedframe knocked against the wall.

"Take it." My voice was wrecked. I braced one hand beside her head and used the other to shove her thigh higher, opening her wider so I could drive deeper. Every thrust made those heavy breasts bounce and sway, the soft flesh rippling with the impact. I watched them obsessively, watched the way her nipples dragged against my chest when I leaned down, watched the flush spreading across the upper curves.

She was so fucking soft everywhere. The plush give of her thighs against my hips, the full weight of her breasts crushed under my weight when I dropped lower, the way her stomach yielded when I pressed down. I wanted to sink into every part of her. I wanted to leave bruises on the soft insides of her thighs, teeth marks on the undersides of those breasts, fingerprints on the thick curve of her ass.

I flipped her onto her side without pulling out, hooked one of her legs over my arm, and drove back in from that angle. The new depth made her moan into the pillow. I reached around and filled both hands with her breasts, squeezing the heavy flesh hard, rolling the nipples between my fingers while I fucked her in deep, grinding strokes.

"You feel how deep I am?" I bit the side of her neck, sucking a dark mark into the skin. "Every part of you is mine right now. This cunt. These tits. All of it."

She pushed back against me, meeting every thrust, the soft cheeks of her ass bouncing against my hips. I could feel her getting closer—the way her walls started to flutter and tighten, the way her moans turned higher and more desperate. I released one breast only long enough to slap the side of her thigh, then grabbed a fistful of her hair and turned her face toward me so I could watch her fall apart.

"Come on my cock. Now."

She shattered with a broken cry, cunt clamping down in rhythmic pulses that tried to milk me dry. I fucked her through it, relentless, chasing the wet sounds and the way her body shook. When the last tremor faded, I pulled out, flipped her onto her back again, and shoved her knees up toward her chest.

The view nearly undid me. Her cunt was flushed and shiny, lips swollen, hole twitching as if it missed being filled. Those full thighs were spread wide, the soft inner flesh marked from my hands. Her breasts had spilled sideways with the position, heavy and inviting. I leaned down and licked a long stripe through her folds, tasting the mess of her orgasm, then climbed back up and shoved back inside in one hard thrust.

This time I stayed close, chest to chest, grinding deep while I sucked one nipple into my mouth again. My hands slid under her to grip the soft cheeks of her ass, lifting her into every stroke. She wrapped those plush thighs around my waist and held on, heels digging into the backs of my thighs.

"Don't stop," she whispered against my ear, voice wrecked. "Please don't stop."

I couldn't have stopped if I tried.

The moment I released fully inside her, Ruby suddenly arched her neck and, like a cornered animal, sank her teeth deep into my right shoulder.

Her teeth pierced flesh. Sharp pain mixed with thick iron tang exploded through my nerve endings. Warm blood seeped from the wound, trickling down the taut muscle lines of my back and shoulder, mingling with our scalding sweat.

I didn't flinch. Didn't even twitch an eyebrow.

Instead, my right arm locked tighter. My palm dug into the soft, wet flesh of her lower back, crushing her harder against me.

The sting in my shoulder was like a red-hot brand, carving her mark straight into my bone. That bloody scent she'd bitten out of me brought a twisted, sick satisfaction more potent than any tenderness—she was no longer the prey trembling in the corner. She was fighting back with her teeth, etching her pain, hunger, and madness into my flesh.

Same blood flowing. Same scorching air breathed.

In that moment, we finally merged completely.

Chapter 16

Ruby

Morning light sliced through the dim bedroom in a sharp, narrow blade of gold.

Dust motes floated in the air, mingling with last night's musk, dried sweat, and woody notes into something thick and cloying.

I opened my eyes.

My cheek pressed against hot, solid chest. Beneath, his heartbeat struck steady and strong against my eardrum.

Marcelo was still asleep.

One of his arms lay heavy across my waist, fingers half-curled, locking me into the crook of his arm. The sheets twisted in a tangled mess between our legs. The slightest shift of my thigh sent an ache—sharp and undeniable—shooting through my lower back and inner thighs.

I tilted my head back slightly.

Marcelo's face—usually polished and dangerous—lay unguarded now, eyes closed. Silver-gray hair at his temples fell messily across his forehead. His sharp nose cast a deep shadow in the backlight, lips pressed tight. My gaze slid down along his neck, stopping at his right shoulder—where a ring of dark purple tooth marks sat, edges broken through the skin, crusted with dark red.

My fingers curled beneath the covers. Heat flooded my face.