Page 127 of When Hearts Ignite

The slick sounds of his fingers in my wet core echo in the room. The sparks turn into a wildfire in a matter of seconds and my entire body burns, the sensations all coalescing to my throbbing pussy.

He grunts, his breathing harsh against my ear, and he bites the lobe in a punishing nip as if to mark me from the outside as well. “You’re so fucking wet. So fucking mine. I can feel you gripping my fingers like you’re desperate for me, for my cock.”

He leans in and rasps, “My fucking dirty, naughty girl, so good for me…”

His fingers move faster as my body tenses and my loud moans fill the air. “Are you going to come for me, give me all your cum, and tell me you’re mine?”

I arch back as the pressure builds to an unbearable point and my body explodes into a million pieces under him. “I’m yours, Steven. Forever.”

With a roar, he spreads my legs and thrusts into the hilt, sliding home, his cock filling me to the brim. He pins my hands over my head, his fingers lacing with mine, like he’s desperate for this intimate connection as much as me and he pounds into me like someone possessed.

A claim. Ownership and merging of two souls.

His eyes are wild, his hips unrestrained as he slaps against me in a harsh rhythm, the pounding sounds loud in the room. Lurid. Wet. Hot.

Steven’s control is obliterated, and he hoists my legs over his shoulders and climbs higher over me, completely dominating my petite frame with his large body and at this angle his cock hits deeper, harder, like he’s trying to get to the deepest recess within me and never come out.

A rapid heat gathers where we’re joined, where I’m so full of him, so full of love and lust, and he pins me in place, rendering me immobile.

“Take me,” he grunts. “Take all of it. Fuck, you’re taking it so well. I’m going to bury myself so deep inside you, you’ll always have a piece of me with you.”

A groan tears out of his voice as he throws his head back, sweat dripping over his face. “Fucking good girl for me, you’re my fucking good girl.”

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

My pussy burns as the friction inflames me and my eyes roll back and my body spasms underneath him.

“Yes, come again. Milk my cum with your tight pussy.”

I let out another scream as I shudder against him, my legs shaking, wetness gushing out of me in torrents.

Before my orgasm subsides, he pulls out of me and tosses me face down on the bed. I’m limp, my body a rag doll for him to use, my core vibrating, throbbing, overly sensitized.

I moan as he presses my breasts to the sheets, and even the silk sheets feel rough against my distended nipples.

He hoists my ass up in the air and rasps, “Your body is mine. You are mine. From now on, I’ll take care of you. Your problems are mine to solve, your pleasure is mine to give. You won’t need to worry about anything anymore.”

His words are a sharp heat wrapping around my heart and for the first time, I feel like I don’t need to be in control. I don’t need to shoulder everything in life because someone else is there to do it for me.

I’m cherished. Loved. Safe.

“You’re mine, Steven Kingsley.” The control goes both ways.

His breath puffs against my swollen pussy. “I’ve been yours since the day we met.”

With that sentiment, he unleashes his tongue on my wet slit, licking away the juices trailing down my thighs, before spearing his tongue inside my still throbbing entrance.

I try to scamper away, the area too sensitive, but he growls and grips my hips tighter. “This pussy is mine. You don’t get to leave until I’m done with you, and you don’t get to come until I say you do.”

With a punishing grip, he renders me immobile as he feasts on my pussy. “Fucking delicious, I’m addicted for life,” he rasps between licks and suction as I mewl incoherently, my face pressed to the sheets, my body shaking, protesting, yet wanting his torment at the same time.

The pleasure gathers again, my core torn between wanting to fall over the cliff and wanting to escape from his torture. “Steven, oh my God, it’s too sensitive, shit.”

“Let go, darling. I’ll take care of you.”

My vision blurs again as my body caves to his pleasure, letting him use me, fuck me, do anything he wants with me, because as long as it’s him, I don’t care.

As I am about to fall into the abyss again, he pauses and I cry in protest. “I need to come. Make me come,” I wail.

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