Page 88 of Reckoning

“I love you.” It was a battle cry. I hooked my fingers, prodding her G-spot and pushing on her clit at the same time.

“One more time.” She was so close; I could feel it.

“I love you!”

“Now come.”

She did.

Her pussy clenched so hard around my fingers that I thought she would take them off, and her cries echoed off the walls of the apartment. Somehow, I pulled out my hand and filled that empty space with my cock. She welcomed me in, muscles pulling me deeper as she continued to spasm. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, and I didn’t even care that she was pressing into fresh bruises.

She moved to sit up, trying to take the power position, though I doubted she realized it. I kept her crushed against the floor with my torso. She had told me to own her, and this was how I would do it. I smothered her with my body even though we became one at our hips, hoping to imbue her into my very DNA.

I didn’t slam into her this time. That violent need hadn’t exactly subsided, but it had taken a different form. I had to have her just as badly, but not in the same way. I pulled her fingers out of my shoulder and held her wrists above her head with one hand, the broken one caressing her face.

I slid in and out so slowly it nearly killed me.

Every withdrawal was death, every insertion a rebirth. The walls of her pussy clung to me, trying to draw me back in, and I had no choice but to obey. Again and again.

“Fuck me, Meyer.” Her whole body was trembling.

“I thought that’s what I was doing.”

“Well, keep doing it.”

She fought halfheartedly where I held her wrists, and I felt my heart rate quicken. The struggle turned me on. The way she fought, knowing she didn’t really want to escape me. Knowing that if I tried to let her go, she would pull me back inside her and command me to finish the job. But fuck, the way her tiny body squirmed beneath mine made me hot.

I began to pump harder without understanding when or why, my fury to have her suddenly increasing. She raised her hips to meet me, our bodies thrusting in time with each other with an unspoken accord.

“I own you,” I growled, licking her cheek. She mewled helplessly.

“Yes.”

I bulged at the words, feeling my balls contract and grow hard with the need to release.

“You belong to me. Swear it.”

“I do, Meyer. I belong to you.”

“Swear it.”

“I swear.”

What we were doing was madness but turning back was unacceptable. More than that, it wasn’t even possible. There would be no existence for either of us without the other. Whether we ended in heaven or hell, we were going there together.

I barely noticed when she put her teeth against my uninjured shoulder, sinking her bite into my skin once more as she began to shudder around me yet again. All I could feel was the pull of her core, dragging me deeper, demanding my release in time with hers.

How could I do anything but oblige?

I held her chin too tight, kissed her too hard, and rammed her too deep, but her moans were those of ecstasy, not pain. Or maybe both.

I lost control. I sat up, never pulling out, and flipped her to her stomach. There was some awkward tangling of legs, but I was so focused I barely noticed. When she lay on her stomach beneath me, still impaled on my cock, I grabbed her hips and wrenched them toward me while pressing one hand on her back to keep her bowed before me. She let out a guttural moan as I drove even deeper than before.

“Christ, Madeline. You’re perfect. This is perfect.”

She couldn’t respond—the expression on her face told me she was lost—but her moans grew louder and louder until, finally, she screamed.

The sound undid me, and I came with her. Her fluids squirted against me as I unloaded inside her, my cum filling her womb as we came together.

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