Burning hot flesh pressed against her swollen nether lips as he slid his hands over her bottom to help spread her pussy open.

The stretch was more than she’d anticipated, but also exactly what she needed. When he’d had her in bed before, she hadn’t been cognizant enough to note his size—but she did now.

She groaned with raw lust and curled her fingers against the sawdust when the tip of his engorged meat breached her entrance, stretching her dripping lips as it sank in.

The thick head finally popped into her channel, sending shocks of sensation through her as the ridges along the rim dug in, ensuring she’d stay put during the mating. It hurt—there was no two ways about it—and Selma cried out as she reflexively flinched to escape it.

Kain grasped her harder around the waist to keep her from moving, then he shoved his brutal mass deeper.

“Ngh! Yes!”

Her outburst was involuntary. He forced her pussy wide and it spasmed around his invading force. Then those hellish ridges sank into her swollen G-spot.

Stars exploded behind her eyes as her entire body contracted around him, curling in on itself in delicious convulsions. She wanted to scream, but no sound passed her lips other than high-pitched wheezing, burning pleasure constricting her throat and curving her spine.

He paused, her wonderful tormentor, though his hands tightening painfully on her hips suggested that he was more than ready to finish the job and claim her fully. Through the rush of blood in her ears she could hear him panting harshly behind her, and the shaking from his attempt to control himself transferred into her from where they were connected.

Even in her state of near-combustion, she understood.

The man behind the beast currently clawing to consume her was desperately trying to hold back, worried he was hurting her with his ridges and size.

“Kain.” It was near-impossible to force his name out of her throat, let alone focus on anything but his continued stimulation of her G-spot, but the sheer need she had for him to finish this made her gasp it out. “More!”

It wasn’t that her body hadn’t given him every conceivable hint that she was more than ready for everything he had, but it seemed the sound of her voice—the verbal acknowledgment that she wanted it, even as she shook with the effort to accommodate him—settled the last of his remaining concern.

Roaring like a bloodthirsty beast, he rammed in to the hilt, finally conquering her completely.

“Mine!”