Chapter 26 Claiming
Claiming
With a pool, now on the hardwood floor. Chase devours her, his tongue grazing her swollen clit. Each pass is a different pressure with ruthless precision, with pure fucking ownership.
His grip on her thighs tightened, keeping her exactly where he wanted her, keeping her spread, trembling, falling apart for him.
She had no control.
He had her pinned. Open. Completely at his mercy.
And fuck, he knew it.
She arched, shuddered, her nails clawing at his shoulders, at his scalp, her thighs shaking as his tongue delved deeper, his mouth moving against her like he was fucking addicted to her.
Her pulse pounded, her body tightening, her breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps—
And then—
Chase pulled back.
Her eyes flew open, her body screaming for more, her pulse thundering, the loss of him leaving her aching, desperate, wrecked.
But before she could protest, before she could beg him to finish what he started—
He moved.
Fast. Possessive. Unstoppable.
One second she was flat on her back, legs spread for him, his mouth devouring her like a fucking feast—
And the next?
He had her off the couch, lifting her like a prize he had every intention of claiming again.
Her breath hitched, a strangled gasp leaving her throat as his hands gripped the back of her thighs, holding her in place, keeping her flush against his chest.
"Chase—"Her voice broke, but he shut her up with a kiss so brutal, so deep, so fucking consuming, it obliterated every thought in her head.
His lips were hot, his beard was dripping, his hands everywhere, gripping, claiming, commanding.
Savannah wrapped her legs around him, her finger tangling into his hair, her body shaking as he carried her effortlessly up the stairs.
He wasn’t rushing.
He was taking his time.
Because this?
This was his moment.
His to control.
His to command.
His to make sure she never forgot.
Savannah’s breath was shredded, her chest rising and falling against his, her body pressed to his bare skin, melting into him, desperate for more.
“You think you can just tease me like that?” Chase’s voice was low, rough, dark, his lips brushing against her jaw as he climbed the stairs.
She gasped, her fingers clenching against his shoulders, her core pulsing as he took another step, his grip tightening under her thighs, pressing her harder against him.
“You thought you could get me on my knees?” His breath was hot, dangerous, his mouth grazing the shell of her ear.
She shivered, tightening her hold on him, her pulse pounding, aching, fucking starving for him.
“You thought you could take control?”
His teeth dragged over her pulse, and she whimpered, feeling the promise behind every word.
But then—
Then he reached the bedroom.
And fuck—
Savannah barely had time to register where they were before Chase threw her onto the bed, his body following instantly, pinning her down, his weight pressing her deep into the mattress.
Her breath was heavy, her skin flushed, her body aching for him—
But she wasn’t the only one.
Chase’s control was gone, obliterated the second he had her beneath him, open, waiting, fucking desperate.
His hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wide, exposing her completely, and Savannah swore she felt the air shift, the heat between them turning unbearable, suffocating, and so fucking consuming.
She felt him.
Heavy. Thick. Hard as sin.
Laying against her waistline, pressing into her skin, the proof of exactly how much he needed her making her pulse throb between her legs.
Savannah’s breath hitched, her hand sliding down, reaching for him, wrapping around the solid, stiff length of him, stroking slow, teasing, her grip firm, demanding.
Chase groaned, a deep, guttural sound, his head dropping for a second as his hips jerked into her touch—
But then—
He grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away, pinning it to the mattress beside her head.
Her lips parted, eyes wide, begging, silently pleading for him, for all of him.
Her legs shifted beneath him, her body arching, wordlessly offering herself to him in a way that had him fucking shaking with restraint.
Savannah’s gaze dropped between them, seeing the size of him, the sheer thickness pressing against her, and fuck—
Her head threw back, her fingers fisting the sheets, her breath stuttering out of her lungs as Chase aligned himself—
And then?
Then he slid in.
Deep. Hard. Completely, fucking stretching her.
A choked gasp left her throat, her back arching violently, her body clenching around him, her thighs tightening against his hips as he filled her in a way she’d never been filled before.
She felt wrecked already, utterly claimed, but Chase?
He wasn’t done.
His hands tightened on her hips, holding her down, keeping her in place, right where he wanted her, his jaw clenched so fucking tight he looked ready to break.
His eyes burned into hers, dark, possessive, devouring.
Savannah swallowed, her pulse pounding, her body trembling beneath him.
And then his voice—
Low. Feral. Uncontrollable.
“You’re mine now, Monroe.”
And then?
Then he fucking proved it.