Page 59 of Deadmen's Queen

“Keep going,” Nate growled. “More. Take more.” He held me still, pushing his cock deeper, and I gagged around it, concentrating on breathing through my nose. Tears ran down my face as he thrust into me, my head spun with the lack of air. He allowed me just enough to keep me conscious. I focused on the rhythm he set, the sound of his ragged breathing syncing with the pulse that roared in my ears. He was relentless, each push deeper than the last, and I surrendered to the demand of his body.

“Paige,” he said, his voice breaking. I raise my eyes to look up at him, barely able to move with my mouth stuffed so full. “You're so fucking perfect,” he breathed out. “Just like this.”

I kept my eyes fixed on his as he fucked my mouth harder, using me for his own pleasure and I could feel the tension coiling within him, the impending release that drove him to seek even greater depths. This was raw need, savage and unapologetic.

His hand made contact with my face, a sharp sting that radiated heat across my skin. Cheeks flushed pink from the slap, a bloom of pain that fed the fire within me.

“Ah!” I cried, the sound muffled by him still inside my mouth. Heat bloomed between my legs and I pressed my thighs together, desperate for any friction I could find. He hit me again and I whimpered, fresh tears running down my face.

“Fuck,” Nate hissed. The intensity in his eyes flared like dark stars. He pulled out abruptly, leaving me empty and wanting.

“Do you want to stop?”

I shook my head.

“Do it again,” I said before sliding my mouth back over his cock, grazing it with my teeth.

“Fuck, Paige, how are you so fucking perfect,” he asked, before I felt the impact of his hand again. He thrust hard and fast, and then pulled away again, making me fall forward. He caught me by the hair, dragging me up to my feet.

“You’re going to make me come, and I want to fuck you first,” he growled.

“Please,” I begged, my need raw and unashamed.

“Christ, Paige.” Nate's grip was firm, his fingers wrapping around my chin. He forced me to look up at him, the depths of his eyes almost devouring. My cheeks were wet—streaks of mascara and tears mingling in a chaotic dance.

“Never,” he uttered, his voice low and rough, “have you ever been more beautiful.”

“Please, Nate,” I whispered. “I need your cock inside me.” I did. I was aching for him, desperate to be filled by him, for him to fuck away the demons in my head like I knew only he could.

He pulled me up with the belt, turning me around as I stood unsteadily on shaking legs. With one swift movement, he pushed me down onto the mattress, my cheek pressed against the heavily embroidered bedspread. His feet kicked my legs out, spreading them wide, and I moaned as I felt the head of his cock press against my pussy.

“Last chance,” Nate's voice came from behind me, rough with desire. “Tell me now if you want to stop. Because once I start... I can't be gentle, and I don’t think I’ll be able to stop. I've waited too long for this, Paige.”

Despite the fear that tingles up my spine, desire pooled low in my belly. There was no turning back, not now, not with the way my heart raced at the thought of him losing control.

“Please,” the word fell from my lips like a prayer, “I don't want gentle. I want you to tear me apart, Nate.”

“Say it. What do you want?”

“Your cock,” I gasped out as it rubbed over me so close to where I needed it. “I need it, Nate. Now.”

His hand came down hard on my flesh, the sound echoing off the walls. Again and again until tears blurred my vision and my skin burned with each strike.

“I love seeing my marks on your body,” he growled, his voice. “One day I want to mark you permanently, so everyone knows you're mine.”

His hand came down again and I cried out, my body trembling under the impact, but the pain twisted into something else—something that ignited a fire within me.

“More,” I whispered between sobs, lost in the intensity of sensation.

The pain overtook me as he struck me again and again, my desire heating inside of me, dark and twisted, rising to meet his, and then when I thought I could take any more, his hands gripped my hips and he slammed into me with one thrust.

I screamed at the sudden brutal invasion, but he didn’t stop, his need as raw and relentless as mine. His hand flashed out, pressing my face down into the covers, muffling my scream.

“Quiet,” he snapped.

The room spun, my senses overwhelmed. The only reality was him—the strength of his body, the power in his thrusts. He moved slowly at first, finally letting me stretch to accommodate his size, one hand on my hip, the other splayed across my back, pinning me down.

“That’s it,” he grunted as he pushed deeper. I gasped as he finally bottomed out, then pulled back and slammed back into me. “Take my cock, take it all.”

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