Page 107 of Dash

The pressure of his blunt tip pushed inside of me, unapologetically wide, long, and heavy. My walls parted for him. My juices continued to flow as if they sprouted from an endless fountain, easing his path. The exquisite sensation set my body alight all over again. Need I thought had been sated returned to taunt me. My desire flared.

“Oooooh,” I moaned as I wrapped my legs around his waist.

When he was fully seated in me, he took my wrists in his hands and braced his elbows at either side of my head. “What’s your name?” he asked, prompting me with his strokes.

“What?” I could barely think straight, let alone speak.

He thrust in and out of me, long, slow strokes that made sparks flash in the back of my eyes. “What’s your name, darling?”

“Thena,” I moaned as he dove in.

He pulled back. “Thena what?”

“Thena Astor,” I murmured and he immediately rewarded me with another deep dive.

“Athena Astor, that’s right.” My reward was a kiss this time, a flurry of hungry lips and tongue. “It’s your name, no one else’s. It belongs to you. You made her who you are. You’re a creature of your own making.”

Waves of pleasure rolled over me, silencing my brain, but since he kept fucking me, I accepted what he said, hypnotized by his eyes, his kisses, and his conviction.

“Who do you exist for?” He thrust hard enough that I squealed, then stayed there and kept up the pressure until I answered.

“I exist for you,” I rasped.

“Not quite.” He pulled out, leaving me almost empty and reeling from his absence. “It is I who exist for you, only you. This means you exist for yourself.” With a thrust, he filled me to the hilt. “Do you feel me?”

“I feel you,” I moaned, holding on to my climax but only barely. “I want to come again.”

“Good.” He planted a harsh kiss on my mouth and retrieved me from the edge. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“I exist for us,” I mumbled. “I exist for myself.”

“And you’re enough, darling, more than enough.” He pounded the truth into my body. “Say it.”

“I’m enough,” I rasped, and for once, it sounded true to my ears. “I’m enough!”

“You’re strong, smart, and loving.” He picked up the pace, making me feel pleasure at every stroke, every word. “You’re kind, beautiful, and amazing. You bring light to the world, to my world.” He deepened his thrusts, stamping his words in my heart. “You’re everything you need and more, and you can be anything you wish to become. Say it.”

“I am, I want, I can,” I rasped.

I felt like melted wax beneath him, hot, melting, and supple. With each stroke, he stamped me with a new sense of worth. He embossed his initials on my heart, a seal etched with pleasure.

His frenzied tempo reached a new level. The ferocious glitter in his eyes held my stare hostage. All I could see was him. He tightened his grip on my wrists. Every one of his chiseled muscles bulged and flexed as his powerful body bore down on me. The veins in his neck and forehead popped out, blue trails rising on sun kissed skin.

I relished the discipline that tightened his jaw and drove his body’s furious might. I basked in the extraordinary forces that powered the warrior in him and crushed my doubts. His thrusts drove me to madness. His maleness enhanced my female, defied her, challenged her, until I roared with my own power.

“You’re formidable in your own right,” he pushed his words through his clenched teeth. “From now on, no more doubts.”

“No more doubts,” I returned, embracing him with all I had.

“You’re free, Thena.” He whispered in my ear. “You’re free from yourself. Never forget this. I love you exactly as you are. I love you more than I love life.”

“More,” I heaved. “I love you more.”

“Impossible,” he rasped, his eyes bright, his face tensed. “Now, come, darling. Let’s do it together. Let’s make this the best one yet.”

And we did.

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