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She was filled with him She could feel every heavy vein in his cock, every pulse of blood through it, and it was killing her She needed more, wanted more

And he was giving her hten The htened, her clit throbbed, pulsed, and then everything inside her exploded in a cataclys his name

She shuddered through her orgas beneath hi speed, pushing into her as she felt more of those pulses of heated fluid

A second later, she heard hi she knew couldn’t be natural This couldn’t be real His cock elling in one place Getting larger, separating her farther as she felt his sein to spurt inside her

Ani inside her Held tight and sure inside the heavy ina He suddenly snarled with animalistic fervor, and she felt his teeth pierce her upper shoulder

She should be screa in pleasure Another, harder orgash her, shook her, wrenched her senses fro, no one to hold on to Thrown into a pleasure so violent, so brutal, she wondered if she could survive it

Behind her, Del-Rey was growling His teeth still gripped her flesh, his cock still locked inside her She sobbed out his na him to hold her, but the last shreds of her pride held her back

He had taken her like this, impersonally, and he had to have done it for a reason She didn’t matter The same reason he had shot her family: the same reason he had lied to her for so ile love that had been building inside her for him, didn’t matter

Which left her alone, at the mercy of a man that she no had no mercy

He had er that had festered inside hi loyalty Anya felt for her family and friends Del-Rey was a man who believed in retribution He had been such ainto the darkness of his own soul, and realized he had wounded a treasure he hadn’t known he’d held

He had known fro to betray her It was the way of the world He couldn’t fully trust He never gave complete control or complete trust to another person outside of Brim Just as he had known that retribution would be dealt to the guards’ leaders, as he had always dealt it He had always killed before He’d pulled his punches because of Anya He hadn’t killed; he had only wounded Her father and her cousins would know they had been dealt with fairly They werewomen such as Anya lived within

She was sleeping Finally Del-Rey sat in the chair beside her bed, dressed, his head in his hands as his elbows rested on his knees He had sat down there the minute he withdrew from her, as soon as the knot that had been swollen in his cock had receded enough to pull away from her He had jerked his jeans back to his hips and sat To keep fro to the floor

And he had reged the blanket over her shoulders and cried silently until she went to sleep

She hadn’t sobbed again She hadn’t cursed him or railed at him She had retreated into herself, and he had no idea how to pull her back

He lowered his hands and stared at thee hands The hands of a warrior A killer These hands had held her beneath him His teeth had held her in place His cock had knotted hard and deep inside her