Page 92 of Keep Me

Biting her bottom lip, she nods.

I let my hand fly again, landing on the opposite cheek but not giving her time to recover before doing it two more times. She howls and mewls, the pleasure fighting for dominance inside her.

“Do you understand, Sylvie? Tell me you’re all mine.”

“No,” she says through gritted teeth, shaking her head. A sinister smile stretches across my face.

“You need more then.”

Holding her dress up, I land another harsh smack on her ass. I love the way her flesh reddens with every strike of my palm. Her moans are guttural and needy as I spank her again and again, growing more and more desperate to fuck her with every hit.

“Say it, Sylvie,” I mutter darkly. “Tell me you’re mine.”

She continues to fight it angrily, and I love the way she struggles. She could easily tell me to stop, and I would, but deep down, I know this is what she wants.

“More,” she whines, shoving her hips backward.

My hand burns with every resounding slap of her ass. Inside my trousers, my cock is straining against my zipper, leaking at the tip with the thought of sinking inside her. Sylvie’s knuckles are white as she grips the back of the sofa through her pain.

Finally, on the last harsh hit, she screams, “Okay!”

I pause, breathing heavily as I wait for her to finally say what I want to hear.

“I’m yours,” she cries out in a breathless whimper. “I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours.”

Without a moment of hesitation, I tear down my zipper and pull out my aching cock. Shimmying my pants down enough, I drop onto the sofa and grab her from beside me.

“Ride my cock and show me, then.”

She climbs onto my lap in a rush, straddling my hips as she lowers herself over my shaft. This time, she doesn’t give herself time to adjust to my size. She winces in pain as her soaking cunt swallows my length.

I grab her by the back of the neck and hold her face to mine. When I kiss her lips, I taste the tears and sweat on her face as she starts to bounce eagerly on my lap.

“That’s my girl,” I whisper, kissing her lips.

My heart swells in my chest. There is only her, only us. And I know she could have said those things because of the heat of the moment, but in my heart, I pray they’re true.

My woman. My wife. My darling.

Her hands grip tightly to my neck as she grinds her hips on my dick, chasing her own pleasure and crying out loudly with every thrust. Her voice grows louder and higher in pitch the faster she goes, and I know there’s no stopping the cosmic onslaught of pleasure as it barrels through her.

Then it’s as if she holds me tight to pull me under with her. My cock jerks and shudders as I release my load, growling loudly with my climax.

When she finally collapses on top of me, her head rests on my shoulder, and her heart pounds against my chest.

The moans and cries of pleasure from behind her barely register at all to me. I’m so focused on her, and she’s so focused on me.

Her eyes are filled with tears, and she is staring at me withastonishment, as if she’s about to say something profound. I wait with bated breath for the words I so desperately want to hear.

“Killian…” she whispers.

Quickly, I brush the sweat-soaked hair out of her face.

“Yes, darling,” I whisper in return.

Her lips part, the words lingering on her lips. One moment after another passes by as I wait for something,anything.

There is so much torment in her eyes, as if it’s so hard for her to express how she really feels, and I know it’s there. The hatred she once expressed is gone, but for some reason, she refuses to let me have anything else.

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