He does that over and over until I think I’m going to faint.
But something entirely different happens.
In the middle of the savage fucking and methodical thrusts, my belly tightens, my nipples pucker, and my skin heats so suddenly, I think he’s probably killing me with his thing.
“Mmm. Such a good girl. Do you feel your cunt milking my cock?”
My mouth falls open, but only choked gasps escape. My heart thunders as the tightening heightens and the pain morphs into the exact opposite.
Pleasure.
Boundless.
Absolutely insane.
It’s the type of desire that comes from extreme pain. The knowledge that he wants me so much, he’s hurting me.
He wants to hurt me.
He finds pleasure in chasing, manhandling, and fucking me like an animal.
My insides coil and rebel.
I fall into it.
Into being ravaged, taken, taken, andtaken.
He craves my softness as much as I yearn for his dominant cruelty.
“You’re addictive. I want to break you.”Thrust.“Own you.”Thrust.“Mark you.”
He accentuates the last statement by biting my throat in the exact spot he did yesterday.
Everything inside me comes crashing down as sharp pain and pleasure overlap and detonate me all at once.
I’m falling and screaming and moaning, and he’s still fucking me.
He’s thrusting inside me like a madman, and then he’s feasting on my neck, biting, sucking, licking. I can feel him stiffening before warmth floods my insides.
And then he lifts his head, chasing crimson red off his lips with his tongue.
My blood.
He’s marked me fully, thoroughly.
It’s painful, it’s erotic.
It’s wrong.
But feels absolutely right.
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CECILY
You’re disgusting.
My eyes slowly open, but the memories don’t vanish.