Page 109 of Ivory's Ruin Romance

Adrian snaked a possessive hand around her throat, his rings pressing into her skin as he pulled her up to his chest. “Such a perfect slut for me.” He slowly teased her opening with his waiting erection, filling her until she trembled around his thick cockhead. “This is what you need, isn’t it?”

Her low wail echoed off the walls, wrenched straight from her core.

“Mm, yeah,” he purred in her ear. “Feel how wet you are? How easily I slide in?” To emphasize his point, he pulled out and pushed back in, adding a few inches to what he gave her the first time. “Fuck, and you’re so tight.”

He was right.

She’d become so slick and swollen that with each thrust, she felt every ridge, every place he penetrated and infused with pleasure. Her ass still stung from the spanking, mixing endorphins in her blood until she forgot how to interpret it all. But she didn’t need to. She didn’t need to fight or run or think, only feel. And feel she did, her core clenching around his cock as he worked her at a steady pace.

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart.” He underscored his praise with a tender kiss, brushing his lips up her jaw. “Gripping my dick so hard I know it’s gonna bruise.”

His words sent a thrill down her spine, striving to please him without a second thought.

“Shit,” he groaned, voice broken and filled with grit. His hands tightened on her throat. “Just like that. Show me how much you like taking my punishment. What a good girl you are.”

His other hand released her wrists as he gave her nipple a savage twist. This time, she welcomed the pain, a mercy from tipping into pleasure too soon. His nails raked down her stomach and left red lines that burned all the way to her hips. She retreated to the fading sting—every sensation brought to the surface as he fucked and used and pleased her all at the same time.

Tears welled up for a third time, falling down her flushed cheeks like heavy, cleansing rain. They rolled over the pout of her lips, sweet and salty, then dripped onto Adrian’s fingers. He loosened his grip and let a rush of blood flood her brain.

“So damn beautiful when you cry for me,” he murmured, breath fanning over the sweat gathering on her skin. “So fucking perfect.”

He slid his dick out and hooked his thumb into her pussy, pressing against that one place that unleashed a relentless pulse in her clit. She cried out, shaking like a leaf.

“Shh, shh. You’re okay. I got you.” He turned her head and comforted her with a kiss, licking the tears off her lips and letting her taste them on his tongue. He pulled back enough to search her face. Bright golden eyes peered into her soul, thin halos banding around black blown-out pupils. “Does my sweet witch need to come? You can speak now.”

She nodded feebly, his hand caressing her throat as she searched for her lost voice. “Yes, sir. Yes, please.”

“I’d like to see you come, too.” He smiled around a grimace, his steel cock pulsing against her hip. “I’m going to play with that cute little asshole of yours, sweetheart. And when I do, I’ll let you come.”

She didn’t know whether to feel relieved or worried, anticipation winning out as his thumb pulled out of her pussy to circle her tightest hole. Lubricated by a thick coat of her arousal, he pressed down just enough to test her resistance.

It didn’t hurt, but she tensed regardless. He’d touched her there before, and it’d been as pleasurable as it was embarrassing, but it had been brief and without intent to go further. Now, he would be inside her, stretching her open so she could take more.

“Breathe,” he murmured. Waiting until she relaxed again, he pushed past her ring of muscle.

Before she had time to calculate the new sensation, his dick slid into her pussy, and she clenched down. Oh. This was beyond what she’d felt before, expanding deeper than she thought possible. Even she could tell how tight she was. How his one finger filled her to the point of bursting.

He slowly dragged his thumb out, each millimeter wringing out a new kind of pleasure, then slid back in up to the knuckle. Her head tipped to rest on his shoulder.

“You’re fucking amazing,” Adrian panted, pushing through her defenses and claiming both her holes with calculated thrusts. “Just imagine how my cock will feel. How good it’s going to be when I pump your ass full of my cum.”

Her pussy throbbed, and she moaned, closing her eyes as a tremor rolled through her core. Pinned between the table and his dick, between his heaving chest and the firm fingers around her throat, she submitted in every sense of the word. Her muscles went slack, accepting the pain and the pleasure, taking it all in greedy quakes and trembles. He could destroy her—he would destroy her—and she yearned for it.

Their groans combined, bodies in sync as she cracked and split under Adrian’s commanding force. Under his will to give her exactly what she needed.

“Go on,” he rasped. “Let me feel that gorgeous pussy milk my dick. Take what you deserve, sweetheart.”

The orgasm loomed in front of her, its gaping jaws eager to devour her whole. With several swift thrusts, Adrian shuddered, then stilled. He pushed in as deep as he was allowed and bit her shoulder.

She felt the moment he broke, heat and semen pouring into her. She’d pleased him. Her submission made him come apart. A string snapped, and her back arched as his pleasure triggered her release. It curled around her skull, lashing out and binding them together. The sensation filled her until nothing was left but a tingling semblance of reality where her soul fused with his.

She slumped, catching her breath as Adrian panted against her neck. Relaxing into the warm, muscled body surrounding her, she breathed in their mingled scent and sighed. Nothing could compare to this. To being open and honest and free. Unashamed and satisfied. To expressing herself without fear.

Adrian gently pulled out and circled her waist with his arms. Turning her, he wiped off the tears on her cheek with the back of his hand. “Are you okay?”

“More than okay.” She smiled at him. Then she yawned.

They both broke out in a laugh, and he brushed his lips over hers. “Tired?” he murmured.

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