Primal Claim

“Say it again,” he growled against my mouth. “Tell me you want it. Tell me you feel it.”

“I feel it,” I sobbed, nails digging into his shoulders. “I feel you everywhere. Like you’re already inside me. Like you’ve always been. Fuck me, Damian. Please. I need it. I need you.”

That was it.

He didn’t speak. Didn’t need to.

His hands shot to my hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, and in