The fire inside me broke, shattering into millions of trembling pieces as my body clenched and quaked beneath him. But before I could breathe, before the waves of my own release could even settle, he was already moving.
With a guttural growl, Ravić flipped me onto my stomach, pinning me to the bed with a force that stole my breath. His hands gripped my hips like iron bands, pulling me flush against him. His hard length poking at my entrance, crude and demanding, trapped fiercely between my thighs.
"No rest. Not yet," he hissed, his voice rough and desperate against my ear. "You belong to me, Rosie. You love me. Say it."
There was no mercy in his touch, only fierce possession.
Then he buried himself inside me with a raw, urgent hunger, thrusting with a wild, unyielding rhythm. Every stroke was a fierce declaration, screaming that I belonged only to him. Only him.
