She mewled in response, but despite her initial desire to escape the continued penetration, the smooth, delicious feel of him as he took stroke after stroke in her swollen pussy soon reignited the fire in her blood.

He was moving easier now. The rhythm of his thighs slapping against hers was no longer slowed by her body’s vise-like grip; her orgasm had relaxed her channel enough to finally take him as she was meant to.

Kain grunted every time her velvet heat swallowed him to the root. Along with the obscene way her pussy squelched with each of his thrusts, he filled her ears with the sounds of mating so animalistic and primitive she could barely recognize the man who’d tried to save her.

But it was him. He stoked his thumbs gently over the swell of her hips, even as he picked up the pace so much she had to brace her arms against the sawdust to keep on her hands and knees. And when she cried out from the roughness of the pounding she was taking, that oddly calming tone he’d hummed for her before broke through his snarling.

Kain. Kain was the man claiming her as his own—the one taking her like she’d never been taken before.

Her chest and stomach felt strangely light, even as her throbbing sex was heavy with his presence, and the warmth from everywhere his skin touched hers flooded through her veins.

He was hers.

The knowledge settled in her brain with overwhelming clarity even as she panted and whimpered for his big cock. He might have been the one doing the claiming, but even through the haze of forced pleasure she knew that this man was hers, body and soul.

Her moment of revelation shattered when the demon pushed her to the floor with his weight in the ultimate display of domination.

Selma gritted her teeth as the angle of her hips changed, making his ridges ride her G-spot hard and mercilessly. His weight kept her in place, forcing her pussy to milk him with each fluttering spasm despite her high-pitched shrieks.

It took mere moments for her violated core to reach the steep climb toward orgasm again.

She strained against his broad chest, using its surface to steady her body against the convulsions making her jerk beneath him. Kain wrapped his arms tighter around her, supporting her clutching hands for better grip.

Despite the pleasure wracking her mind and body, she realized he was attempting to close her into a protective cocoon of his own flesh, and when he bent his head to rest against hers, she felt encapsulated in muscle and heat, safe to lose herself to the pounding rhythm of the massive girth fucking her to completion.

“Let go, Selma.” His harsh gasp in her ear was rough with both pleasure and tension. “I’ve got you—let go.”