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My throat burned from the way I screamed.

Time ceased to have meaning. The thumping music melted away. We were the only two people on this earth. I was sure of it.

Swiss was unyielding, without mercy as he fucked me. Like an animal.

As my own feral climax approached, his hand left my hip, and the pressure at my scalp was gone. Both of his hands had fastened around my neck before I could comprehend what was happening.

He squeezed to the point where I struggled to get air. He did not stop moving inside of me. My orgasm didn’t pause the harder he squeezed. It only intensified as my lungs burned, as my body scrambled for oxygen.

The second it seemed like I might black out, Swiss let out a growl, and I broke apart, clenching around him as my orgasm shattered everything left inside me.

The room came in and out of focus as I gasped for breath. In that moment, I surrendered completely to Swiss.

I was his.

That much was crystal clear to me.

I was staring at the ceiling. My chest was rising and falling rapidly. My arms were still in chains above my head, the sockets of my shoulders burning ever so slightly in protest at being in such an unnatural position.

At some point, Swiss had adjusted my position. He wanted to be face-to-face. It was an entirely different experience, having him on top of me and staring at me as he slowly fucked me.

Swiss stretched above me, and a metallic click echoed in my ears as my hands fell down.

He caught my wrist in his hands, slowly massaging the feeling back into each one.

“I feel like I exist on this planet purely to experience that,” I murmured, suddenly exhausted. It was like I’d flown upward, out of the atmosphere and was hurtling back to Earth.

My body was spent. Utterly. There was nothing left inside me. He’d taken everything out.

I didn’t miss the way Swiss’s eyes flared as I spoke, though.

He kissed my nose gently, and the gesture sent warmth seeping into my bones. “I feel like I was made to do that to you,” he murmured.

Sleep was claiming me quickly. Darkness pulled me down. There was no way I could stay conscious after everything we’d done. Impossible.

“I feel like I was made to be yours,” I whispered, or maybe I thought it. I couldn’t be sure because I slipped off to sleep quickly after that.


Tags: Anne Malcom Romance