“Thor—”
“I said.Now.”
The command hits low and sharp in my belly. I move instantly, like my body knows better than to argue—turning,bracing myself against the mattress, my legs still unsteady, heart racing like a war drum.
Behind me, I hear the sound of his belt coming undone, the rustle of denim shoved down in haste. Then his palm is on my lower back, pressing me forward, arching me for him.
One hand grips my hip like a vise. The other slides between my legs and groans deep when he feels how soaked I still am.
“You’re dripping for me,” he growls, dragging his fingers through the mess he made. “Haven’t even fucked you yet, and this pussy’s already begging.”
I gasp as he pushes two fingers inside me again, slow, deep, curling them in a way that makes my knees tremble. Then he pulls them out and shoves them in his mouth—sucking them clean with a low, satisfied grunt.
“Sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted,” he mutters. “And I’m not done with you.”
He fists his cock behind me, dragging the head through my slick folds, slow and teasing—until he’s perfectly lined up.
And then he thrusts into me in one brutal, claiming stroke.
I cry out, arching forward, hands clutching the sheets, but he doesn’t let up. His hands lock around my hips, dragging me back into every savage thrust like he’s trying to fuck the memory of every other man out of my body.
“You’re mine,” he snarls, fucking me harder, deeper, his hips slamming against my ass. “This pussy’s mine. Thisfuckingbody—every inch of it—belongs tome.”
And when I come again—loud, shaking, nearly collapsing—he growls behind me like a man unhinged.
Because it’s not just about sex.
It’s about ownership.
And he’s not letting go.
My climax crashes through me like a fucking explosion—raw, blinding, violent. I sob his name into the mattress, legs trembling, body convulsing around his cock.
But Thor doesn’t stop.
Hewon’tstop.
“Fuck, look at you,” he growls, voice wrecked behind me. “Coming on my cock like it was made for you.”
His fingers dig into my hips hard enough to bruise, dragging me back into him again and again until my knees threaten to give out.
“You think I’m gonna let you walk around with this pussy untouched? After the way you begged for my mouth?” He leans over me, chest pressed to my back, breath hot against my ear. “Iownthis.”
He pounds into me harder, deeper—each stroke more punishing than the last, like he’s trying to brand himself inside me. The filthy sounds of skin on skin echo through the room, mixed with my breathless moans and the feral noises tearing from his throat.
“You feel that?” he snarls. “That’s how you’ll know who you fuckingbelongto. You’re not coming back from this. No one else is gonna touch you. No one else is gonna fuck you like this.”
I try to respond, but I can’t. My voice is gone—wrecked from screaming his name, from the pleasure choking every breath.
He straightens just enough to watch himself slide in and out of me, one hand gripping my ass, the other fisting my hair and yanking my head back until I’m arched for him, fully exposed.
“I’m gonna come so deep inside you, you’ll feel me fordays.” His voice is a snarl. Unhinged. “I’m gonna fuck you so full of me you’ll forget every name but mine.”
His pace stutters. Grows ragged.
He’s close.
He slams into me one final time, burying himself to the hilt as his hips jerk, cock pulsing deep inside me.
