Chapter 19 Devour Or Savor--Iii

• I barely had time to breathe.
• His hand wrapped around my throat again, not to choke—just to hold me there, remind me who I belonged to. My body was already trembling, still full of him, stretched wide and dripping around his cock. I swore I could feel every pulsing inch of him, throbbing deep inside me. It was like nothing else mattered. My skin burned where he touched me, and all I could think about was him—inside, around, all over me. But he didn’t care about my limits. He didn’t stop.
• He growled low in his chest, and it vibrated through me like a curse. I could feel the raw force behind it, the way it rattled my very core. His other hand slid up my body, rough, hot, and unapologetic. His fingers curled around my breast before gliding higher—up my neck, into my hair—gripping me in his fist as he guided my hand.