“Mine,” he snarled against her ear, pounding into her with wet, filthy sounds. “This tight little pussy is mine. Say it.”
“Yours…” she sobbed, legs wrapping around his waist. “Mi Ravial, it’s yours…”
He fucked her harder, one hand still around her throat, the other pinning her wrist above her head. The floor was cold against her back, but she didn’t care. Every brutal thrust sent sparks of pleasure-pain through her body. She was soaking, dripping down his cock as he took her like a man possessed.
“You ran from me,” he growled, biting her bottom lip until it bled. “Made me hunt you like an animal. Now I’m going to take you like one.”
Leitana could only moan dazely, lost in the overwhelming sensation of him. He was so deep, so rough, hitting that perfect spot over and over until her eyes rolled back.
When she came, it hit her like a storm. She clenched around him, screaming his name, body shaking violently. Ravial didn’t stop. He fucked her through it, harder, chasing his own release.
With a deep, guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt and came, flooding her with hot pulses. He stayed inside her, hips grinding slowly as he emptied every drop.
Leitana lay limp beneath him, breathing ragged, body trembling with aftershocks.
Ravial finally lifted his head, his voice was dark, satisfied, and dangerously soft.
“Next time you run, little lamb… I won’t be so gentle.”
He kissed her swollen lips once more, slow and deep, as if sealing a promise.
Outside the room, the rest of the villa was still pitch black.
