Page 9 of Stolen By the Submarine

The world narrows to where our bodies touch. Delicious pressure grows between my legs. I hiss as his finger sinks into my body. The stretching hurts so good. I need more, even though fear ices my spine.

He adds a second finger.

I can’t breathe. The pinnacle lies just out of reach. A little more and I’d detonate. One stroke over my clit. The curl of his fingers inside me. A lick on the shell of my ear.

I need these things. All of them. Now.

“More?” he asks in a slightly mocking tone, but the gruffness scrambles my senses and I whimper again.

He adds a third finger. I push, pull, writhe, and dig my knees into his hips, overwhelmed by the painful yet glorious stretching. It’s too much. It’s not enough.

I teeter on the edge of a cliff.

“More?”

His rumble nearly sends me over.

“Say it,” he growls.

“Please,” I beg.

“Fuck, angel, I can’t—”

I grind myself lower onto his fingers until the calluses on his palm mash my clit.

The world spins. Frigid, textured metal digs into my back. Hot, hard alpha covers my front.

I’m empty. So empty.

The broad head of his cock settles between my folds. Wetness leaks from me, but when he pushes forward, a pain pulls a hiss from my lips.

My alpha’s teeth and tongue capture my mouth, promising pleasure beyond my imagination. I give myself to him, knowing a fight would be futile. He’s so big. So strong.

Too big. Too strong.

A feminine voice cries out as he forces the tip of his dick through my entrance. He invades further and further, stretching and filling me in one slow, ruthless thrust, until his partially engorged knot squashes my pussy lips.

“Too much. Stop. Please,” I whisper, too far gone to climb higher yet unable to jump into bliss.

“You asked for this, baby. No going back now. You’re mine. My female. My omega. My fallen angel.”

He pushes me over the edge with several brutal yet controlled thrusts of his hips. Fireworks burst behind my closed eyelids and electricity shoots from my core to my extremities. The glide of his massive cock as he invades and retreats shatters my higher thoughts and drowns me in sensation.

When my diaphragm finally relaxes enough for me to pull in a breath, I blink open crusty eyes and meet terrifying black orbs. Without a trace of his irises visible, his eyes offer me a view into the darkest of underworlds.

“How much farther will you fall with me, angel? This isn’t enough. Not nearly enough. I need more.”

My vision blanks white and agony spears between my legs when he shoves himself deeper. His next thrust hurts impossibly worse. Fresh tears pour down my temples and I push against his chest as his partially inflated knot stretches my entrance. White-hot fissures of misery warn of tissues tearing if he doesn’t stop.

I whimper and silently beg for salvation.

The devil delivers in his own way.

I launch into a brand-new world of dark depravity. He pins my knees to my shoulders and sets a merciless rhythm, pulling so far out his flange stretches my entrance before funneling back in so hard his tip hits a painfully sensitive spot deep within me. I writhe and fight for breath as he pummels my body against the floor. The violence nourishes my omega beast despite the terror jangling within me.

Expecting his gigantic knot to rip me to pieces, I’m too scared to orgasm, yet too full to ignore the pleasure and pain roaring through me.

He stops with only half his shaft pulsing within my pussy. I stare in shock as scorching hot liquid spurts from his tip and floods my insides despite his engorged knot being outside my body. The angry red bulge pains my omega heart.

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