Page 45 of Bind Me

He glances back down at me, grinning that spectacular smile that’s put a spell on me.

“You taste of honey and sex, and I’m already starving for more. But I’m hungry for something stronger.” He rips his towel off, dropping it on the floor.

Of course, I push myself up on my elbows for a real look, doing what I’ve craved since seeing him emerge from the water.

My eyes widen at the sight, my pussy quivering at what he’s packing. His cock is erect, thick, and damn long, but it’s not just the size that intimidates me. It’s that he has built-in speed bumps running up both sides of the shaft. He’s ribbed, and I’m not sure what to make of them.

He chuckles when I glance up to meet his gaze.

“They’re for your pleasure, my little mermaid, for when I stretch your tight little pussy. You’re going to be screaming my name, begging for more.”

My mouth parts as I stare at that huge cock once more. I must be delusionally drunk on arousal because I grin.

“Then show me, my kraken lover, what your magical cock can do to me.”

He chuckles loudly, the sound booming against the stone walls.

“That’s my beautiful mermaid.” He palms himself, moving in closer to where I’m dripping.

I feel the lust controlling me, craving him.

“You make me so wet I can barely stand it,” I admit.

He brushes the tip of his dick against my pussy.

“I plan to never let you go. With your scent in my head, your taste in my mouth, there’s no turning back.”

That darkness he wears so well returns in his voice, in his obsessive stare.

“Maybe stop talking and show me.”

He doesn’t waste a second, pressing the head of his cock into me.

I flinch at the strong push into my cunt, at his impatience, at the devious grin spreading his lips.

“So tight… so fucking tight,” he growls as his hands grip my thighs, dragging me closer to him.

I quiver as he slides deeper into me, unsure how in the world it’s even fitting. Each exhale rasps from my lungs from the overstimulation of those ridges he sports and being stretched to the point of shock. I grip the table with my life.

“You take me so well,” he crows. “I’m going to fuck you in front of a mirror one day so you can see how wide I’ve got you spread.”

“Oh, I know,” I breathe out. “I’m feeling it.”

He gives a final thrust, shoving himself all the way into me, not really taking his time to ease that massive trunk where it belongs. Yet my pussy’s shivering with desire, dripping, starved to be fucked ragged.

Powerful hands grasping my hips, Kaden takes no pause, fucking me in and out like a maniac. I thrash on the table, my body shuddering at the friction he ignites with each plunge. He holds me firmly, his gaze glancing down at himself going into me, spreading me.

His growls are music to my ears, the elation on his face doing something to me. To see a man as dominant as Kaden falling under my control does something to my ego. It’s empowering, telling me he loves everything he’s seeing and feeling.

“Fuck,” he snarls, his eyes rolling back as he hammers to me.

I’m rocking back and forth, cries raw in my throat to be fucked to where I’m so full that I feel every inch of him pushing me wider.

He’s going at a speed I’ve never experienced, and I might be floating, darkness dotting the edges of my vision. The energy, the sexual power he radiates, is making it impossible to think straight. My heart’s charging in my chest, pounding in my ears, as are his growls and my moans.

Those dark blue eyes of his lock on to mine, and I swear I feel the power he wields running over my body. It’s electrifying, overwhelming.

“This is how it’s meant to be,” he assures me. “You and me as one, fucking, together, forever.”

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