Page 30 of Dauntless

My intakes of breath shallowed, I was inside another dimension, enjoying the sweet friction of his length. He set a devastating pace and didn’t stop. I tried to move, but he had my legs and arms strapped down tight.

Dane’s moans of pleasure only made me hotter. Doomed by his display of power, my heart ricocheted around my chest and my mind melted in delicious snaps of liquid fire. I gave in to a pleasure that rolled through my soul in a sensual hot wave: a sensation of wild ecstasy. He cupped my breasts and sank every inch of himself into my depth.

By his will, I was his.

He plowed on, my muffled cries served to fuel him.

He kept me on under his command, controlling my every response. My neurons, muscles, and tendons were his to manipulate. Once again, under his control, I could only take what he was willing to give. There was only sweet surrender, and he demanded it.

“You can come when you’re ready.” His authoritative voice was thick, unsteady. His pounding became a relentless drive of flesh against flesh. The coil unraveled. The climax was so strong. Dane restarted the vibrator back on my clit, and the intensity went on with force.

The sensation was ecstatic. I screamed around the ball gag, arching my back, my hands stressed in the restraints as my body quivered.

The vibrator stopped, and Dane was back, rolling his hips as he pounded his cock inside me. He jerked hard in his release, and I felt every twitch. We were blissfully synced.

I didn’t move. I was ecstatically spent.

Laying back on top, he covered me, letting me feel his weight. It was as sure a claim as anything he’d done before. He wasn’t holding back what he wanted. He wanted me to be his, but what would that mean for Elliott? And why couldn’t I shake the guilt?

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