Austin's POV
Once again, I dreamed of Penelope. She stood before me in that mint-green dress of hers, gazing at me timidly—still so beautiful, still so shy. But in this dream, I was her mate.
This time, I didn't let her slip away. I caught her before she could run. In the dream, I tore open her dress and panties, driving my aching cock into her unprepared hole without mercy. Her virgin pussy was so tight it almost hurt, forcing me to pull out and thrust back in repeatedly, just to coax her body into slickening enough for me to bury myself fully.
Virgin blood spilled. I slammed forward, my tip pressing ruthlessly against her cervix.
"Ah! It hurts—Austin, please don't do this!" Penelope begged, but I ignored her. I clamped a hand over her mouth, withdrew completely, then rammed back in.
"Why did you leave me?!" I punctuated each word with a brutal thrust against her womb. "Do you dare run away again? Do you dare die again?"
