He finds his rhythm and pounds into me with an urgency that touches me to the bone. Every fiber of my being is tuned to him, to his power, to his sheer force.
And I can’t escape him, I realize.
What’s worse is that I don’t think I want to escape.
Maybe, deep down, I never did.
“Your ass feels as good as your cunt, baby. Feel how it’s swallowing my cock?” He slides out a little, then thrusts back in. “You belong to me.”Thrust.“This ass belongs to me.” He rams three fingers in my pussy. “This cunt is also mine.” He grabs my jaw and forces his index and middle fingers between my lips. “This mouth was the first to become mine.” He forces my jaw up with his remaining fingers so I stare at the mirror, then he pulls me so my back slams against his chest and his teeth bite down on my earlobe before he murmurs in dark words. “Next time you say what I’m offering is not enough, I want you to remember this view. I want you to remember how every part of you is fuckingmine.”
I’m done for.
I don’t last.
I can’t.
He’s filling me up in ways I’ve never felt before, and it’s not only physically. I’m so done for on every other level.
And I’m free.
I look at him in the mirror as the orgasm washes over me.
It’s more than an orgasm. It’s a wrecking force and I’m being blown to pieces by it.
“Fucking beautiful,” he grunts as he throws me back down so my face meets the floor and he grabs me by the hair. “Now, you’re going to be real good for me so I can stuff you with my cum, baby.”
And then he fucks me on and on until I can’t take it anymore, until my gasps become inaudible and my moans fade into low ones.
That’s when he comes. All over my arse, then smears it on my thighs and back and everywhere he can reach.
He’s marking me, I realize. Every part of me.
“I knew you’d make a masterpiece, little rabbit.”
I stare at where he’s pointing through my blurry vision and my eyes widen when I see what I’ve sketched.
Through the blurry lines and harsh shadows, the subject is clear.
It’s us. Naked, joined, and absolutely terrifying.
And…we’re right, too.
“Yeah.” I smile through a haze. “Masterpiece.”
I’m about to fall, but he catches me and carries me in his arms. His lips meet my forehead and I’m a goner.
A lone tear slides down my cheek because I know that this type of obsessive and intense connection is the only thing he has to offer.
He’ll fuck me, catch me before I fall, and kiss my forehead, but he’ll never love me.
And I will always want him to.
33
ASTRID
An ominous dream wrenches me from a deep sleep.
I wake up drenched in sweat to find myself cocooned by a massive body.