Page 158 of Give In
Sharp pain.
Dull burning.
Like lightning followed by thunder, each blow followed the same pattern.
Sharp pain.
Dull burning.
Pleasurable touches.
Sharp pain.
Dull burning.
Pleasurable touches.
Lightning.
Thunder.
A storm on the brink of exploding.
Each sensation got closer until they blended, rolling into one another until I couldn’t tell what hurt and what felt mind-blowingly good. I didn’t even try to separate them.
I was lost in the storm.
Damien filled me suddenly, nearly taking me off my knees had he not been holding my hips. Planting himself deep, he shifted his pelvis so the coarse hairs covering it scrapped against my raw ass.
I hissed out a curse, but I didn’t move.
“Fucking exquisite,” he praised.
Thrusting fast, he threw me over the edge his crop-wielding had taken me to. My body pulsed and constricted around him, each burst of pleasure launching me farther into bliss.
Damien slid out before rolling me onto my back and covering my body with his. I wrapped my legs around his thighs as he slammed in, lifting my ass off the bed.
In our previous times together, my body had wanted to give in, but my mind had fought against it.
That time, as he rocked into me, my body and mind were cohesive in my surrender.
I’d handed Damien my strings, my trust, my heart. There was nothing for me to do but feel and hear and take what he gave, knowing he’d make it good.
His low groans and harsh grunts.
My short gasps and soft moans.
The bed’s squeaks and slams—protests of an inanimate object against the rough force.
Possessive whispers. Breathless sighs. Growled orders. Mindless chants.
Threats mixed with pleas mixed with desperation—the trifecta of the dysfunctional.
A cacophony of erotic chaos.
My favorite song.
When my release tore through me again, Damien was right there, filling me. Cursing me.
