The amusement in his tone pushed her frustration higher. “Fucking rip it at this point. Just move, please.”
He didn’t, teasing her, toying with her, and a sob escaped her chest, tears of sheer need, sheer frustration, of having satisfaction so close but unable to get it.
“Another man wouldn’t have made me wait so long,” she taunted him, knowing she was playing with fire but knowing no other way to trigger him. He was possessive of her, and that was the only point she could think of.
He let her hip go and took a hold of his cock, slapping it against her clit in punishment for her words, and the sensation made her slicker than she was. She was primed, absolutely primed, so swollen with need she could feel herself throbbing.
“Another man wouldn’t have had you so wet with need you drench the bed.” His low words filled the space between them. “You’re needy for me.”
“I am,”she admitted. “I need you, Dainn. I need you so much. All of you. Please. Take me. Claim me. Own me.”
With a slight rumbling sound, he pressed his thumb to her clit.
And then he pushed in.
Right as she began to come.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, a sensation like nothing, nothing, before shaking her entire body, the pressure of his entry and the rippling of her walls and his thumb on her clit shooting her arousal higher, drawing out her orgasm to a point it felt endless.
He was thick and long and heavy, slowly easing inside her, the jewelry on his cock sliding in over tissues she didn’t even know she had, eliciting sensations from every single inch of her swollen pussy until it felt on fire. She was gasping, stunned at the feeling of this, at the feeling of him, unable to believe that he’d done this just so he could give her this experience and make himself feel like her first.
With the way she was stretched and the way she was stimulated, nothing could have compared to it.
She looked at his eyes, seeing his gaze on the place he entered her body, his piercing-covered cock slowly disappearing into her little pussy until he was all the way in, throbbing inside her, and god, she throbbed with him. Hands tied above her head, impaled by him, she felt owned, taken, possessed, and she loved every second of it, loving the surrender of herself to the claim of him, loving the way he fit her.
He held still as she came down from her orgasm, letting her walls adjust to him.
And then he moved.
A noise more animal than human escaped her chest, her eyes clenching shut at the intense sensation straddling between pleasure and pain. He echoed the noise with his own low growl, one hand on the headboard holding one end of the torn camisole that tied her hands, the other on her clit, rubbing and rubbing and intensifying the sensation to too much.
It was too much.
She couldn’t take it.
“No,” she mewled, trying to move her hands, but it was locked in place. He didn’t stop, pulling out so slowly she felt every tissue moved by him and his titanium, a spot inside her being pushed by one of piercings in a way that made stars explode behind her eyes. A fire started from the point, spreading out through her blood, her muscles, her entire body lit up like a supernova until it built and built and built and exploded.
She heard herself screaming until she couldn’t, the sensation so intense her muscles began to spasm, her heart thundering, her spine arching up until she thought her back would break.
She came down, barely, before he thrust inside her again, hard, continuously rubbing her clit, and she began to beg.
“Too much, it’s too much, please, oh god, Dainn please... stop, no, no, too much...” it became gibberish as the supernova exploded again, leaving her a shaking mess while he continued to thrust in and out of her, hard, steady, deep, so deep it was almost painful but oh so good.
“One more, flamma,” she heard him say. “Give me one more.”
She shook her head vigorously, knowing she would die if she came again. It was too intense, too much.
No. Yes. No.
But she had surrendered, and he commanded her body, finding dark places within her she’d never explored before, owning them, taking them, telling her it was okay for her to have them.
Her eyes clenched shut as he took over her body, and she shook, never having felt so much sensation through a body she had hated.
A whirring noise from somewhere above broke through her daze, making her open her eyes slowly.
And she froze.
A small section of the ceiling retracted, leaving behind nothing but clear glass, a graveyard of stars glittering beyond in the sky.
She watched in wonder as he moved inside her, finding his own release, and a tear escaped her eye, rolling down the side of her head as he came.
She stared up, her arousal and emotions mixing together until she couldn’t discern one from the other.
After a lifetime of looking at cracked ceilings and peeling paint while pieces of her were ripped from her, he had given her a ceiling of beautiful stars and slowly put the pieces back together again.
He had touched her soul.