With each subsequent orgasm, that became more and more clear.
The first few times I came for him, it felt wonderful and it had been exactly what I had needed. The more and more my releases ripped through me, the more painful they became until my breath hitched in my throat.
I lost control completely and I wailed as I came again.
Pain. Pleasure. Agony.
I no longer knew up from down. I couldn’t form any coherent thoughts.
I was his and he was mine.
Ecstasy destroyed me from within, shattering me into a billion little shards of glass that would never be put back together again.
I started to cry.
And then he reached beneath my legs and pinched my clit hard.
I screamed as I broke.
He thrust in and out of my bottom far harder than before as he wrenched another orgasm from my overly sensitized body. He twisted my clit roughly, and I cried out.
I sobbed. Tears poured down my cheeks. My breath was ragged, and I struggled to draw in air, needy little pants of desperation echoing around me.
I begged for mercy. I pleaded to be allowed to stop coming for him.
My words didn’t matter. He wasn’t through with me.
I screamed. I cried. I sobbed for him as he forced me to orgasm again for him.
“Do you feel like you’ve been punished, my sweet little mate?” he asked.
I tried to answer but I couldn’t. I wailed and nodded, trying to form words but I was no longer capable.
“One more orgasm, my little mate. One more and then it’s all over,” he said firmly, and I sobbed even harder knowing that it still wasn’t done.
I obeyed because I had no other choice.
Sheer agony brutalized me from within as my body submitted to his command. Blazing fire scorched me as my core twisted in on itself in one last cruel orgasm that broke me so hard that I didn’t know if I would ever stop crying. His seed spurted deep into my bottom and I screamed as wave after wave of harsh never-ending sensation slashed through me, over and over until I lost myself completely.
I don’t know when he pulled his cock free from my bottom. I don’t remember how I ended up in his lap with his arms around me. I just know his strength surrounded me and the tears continued to fall.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” I whispered over and over again until he pressed his lips to my forehead and then my cheek until he kissed my lips, swallowing my cries once and for all.
“Shh. It’s all over. You’re forgiven, sweet mate,” he whispered, and I curled into him, desperate for someone to hold onto. I clutched at his chest, knowing that person would always and forever be him.
Chapter Ten
Dawn
I don’t know how long he held me for. It could have been minutes or hours, but it didn’t matter. His soothing touch dried my tears. His calming fingers grazed up and down my naked back, quieting my cries and letting me know that everything was alright. His strong arms comforted me probably more than he would ever know. I sniffled and pressed my face into the curve of his throat, deeply breathing in his scent because it consoled me too.
“That’s my good girl,” he whispered, and my heart leapt in my chest.
He didn’t ask me to speak and I was glad for it because I wasn’t sure if I was even capable of forming words yet. Instead, he just allowed me to gather myself until I was ready to speak again.
“I love you,” I finally whispered, and his arms tightened around me.
“I’ve loved you since the very first moment I laid eyes on you, sweet girl,” he replied softly, and I lifted my eyes to meet his. They were full of love and adoration. He had meant every single word.