Page 64 of Deep Feelings & Shallow Graves
“Too much?” I ask, voice jagged.
She shakes her head. “No. Keep going. Please.”
I kiss her hard, messy, hungry, a thank-you and a threat, and then I grab her thighs and fold her in half. Legs over my shoulders.
If she wants more, then she’ll get more.
“You can take it like this, dove?” I ask, dragging the head of my cock along her soaked slit. “This deep?”
“Fuck, yes.”
I snap my hips forward and bury myself in one brutal thrust.
She screams in overwhelmed pleasure, the angle hitting her so deep it touches her soul. Her back arches off the bed. The restraints strain. She moans like she’s breaking.
“God, yes, Edgar, oh my God.”
I lose my fucking mind. I set a punishing rhythm, driving into her so hard the bed creaks. I lean forward and spank her once, then again, sharp little smacks to the meat of her ass, just enough sting to send her spiraling.
“You love it, don’t you? Love getting fucked like this, tied up and used and still so goddamn sweet.”
She sobs, mouth falling open, eyes wet from how good it feels.
“Say it,” I snarl, bending to bite her throat. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, yours, Edgar!”
I reach down, finding her clit, rubbing ruthless circles while I hammer into her. Her mouth trembles. She goes so quiet I know she’s right on the edge.
“Come again for me,” I order. “Be a good girl and let go.”
She shatters. Hard. Back bowing, cunt clenching so tight I nearly fucking black out. Her cries echoes off the walls, raw and perfect, and I fuck her through it, chasing my own high like a man possessed.
One last thrust, and I give up control, spilling inside her, loud, ragged, forehead to hers, restraints creaking and bodies slick with sweat and sin.
We collapse in a tangle, breathless and wrecked, and I kiss her wrists, her lips, every bruised and ruined place I’ve claimed.
She’s limp beneath me. Fucked senseless. And still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I press a kiss to her ankle, then to the inside of her knee. Her breath hitches, too sensitive now, every touch a spark. I ease her legs down from my shoulders. She moans, quiet and raw, as I settle over her and cup her flushed cheek.
“You okay?” I ask, voice still husky.
She nods, eyes full of stars. “More than okay.”
God. My heart twists. I kiss her. Not to possess now, but to thank. Then I move to her wrists.
The restraint is damp with sweat. I unbind her, kissing each red mark as it appears, rubbing gentle circles into the skin I’d bound tight.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, brushing my mouth to her pulse. “You were perfect. But I still… if anything hurt…”
“It didn’t.” Her voice is certain. “I wanted it. All of it. Especially from you.”
A breath punches out of me. Relief. Adoration. Something else too big for a name.
I pull her into my arms then, arms that just minutes ago held her down, and now only want to hold. Wrap her tight to my chest, her face tucked to my throat, our legs tangled, the scent of sex still thick in the room but the air soft now. Gentle.
She makes a small sound, contented, and I press my nose to her hair, breathing her in.
