Chapter Twenty-Two

Heliodore moved faster than ever before, gripping both of her smooth thighs with both hands. Damn, she was soft and sweet, and too good for a beast like him, but he didn’t give a fuck.

She was his, and he was not letting go. He rose from his position on the mattress and pushed her hand gently, but forcefully, from between her legs.

“Mine,” he growled the word, hardly recognizing the animalistic sound as his voice.

Replacing her fingers with his own was step one of his claim the siren campaign. Next, he thrummed her swollen clit, slamming his lips securely to hers.

She was so fucking sexy. Her passion flared brighter than her eyes, turning him on so damn much, he didn’t think he would last one single second if he were to fill her with his cock right then.