"You're mine,"
Those were words Kulu would not dare say when he was in his right mind.
His pace was becoming even faster, his cock squelching in and out of her.
"The dragon and the fox… they aren't here. Look at me, Hana." He hissed. "Look at only me, please."
The possessiveness transform ed into a desperate plea in the blink of an eye and Hana couldn't help it. She looked.
She saw the beast in him—the falcon that dives from the clouds at terminal velocity. The falcon who would give his all to her, so long as he could hold a strand of her hair.
Their eyes met and something lit inside Kulu.
His thrusts became relentless. He pounded into her, his cock hitting her cervix with every deep, heavy stroke. The pleasure was no longer airy; it was grounding, heavy, and all-consuming.
Hana's head fell back against the stone. She couldn't keep her composure any longer. Not when her body was being rearranged by a man who moved like a storm. It felt good, great in fact.
