Page 136 of When Hearts Awaken

I scream as he rains hard slaps on my ass, one after another, in quick succession. My lungs seize and every atom inside me protests before the pain quickly blossoms into liquid heat, coalescing between my legs.

My mind mad with pleasure, I submit to him, to the man who has revived my heart and given me back ownership of physical pleasure. The man who wears his heart in his eyes even if the world doesn’t see it.

The man who thinks I’ll leave him if his uncle turns out to be the monster in my dreams. How could he think that? The sins of someone else aren’t his sins.

Charles bends down and licks the whorl of my ear. “Give me a color.”

I moan and jut my ass out, needing more of everything he’s willing to give me. “Green.”

His breathing is heavy as he rubs the pain away from my backside, then his finger travels between my legs, playing with the wetness there.

“Your body is mine,” he rasps, his words thick with promise. “Your pain is mine, your orgasms are mine, and your enemies are mine.”

He thrusts two fingers inside me and I thrash in his embrace, the sudden intrusion, followed by the hard pinches on my clit, a swift kick shoving me off the cliff as the world explodes around me. Stars appear in my vision as he continues his assault—the perfect blend of pleasure and pain.

Charles quickly gets up and tosses me back down on the armchair, his hands deftly arranging me into a position of his own liking—one of my legs is trembling on the seat while the other is perched across the armrest. I grip onto the headrest of the chair for dear life as my body quakes from the mind-blowing orgasm he just doled out.

I hear clothes rustling, the clicking of a belt buckle, a zipper being yanked down, a few buttons pinging on the floor. But these noises no longer cause a frisson of alarm because I know I’m safe. It’s Charles, the man I love, the Dom I’m submitting to, behind me.

He’ll take care of me. I’m always safe with him.

Then I feel his hot body plastered against my back, his long dick digging into my ass cheeks. He fists my hair and pulls my head back before he slams his mouth on mine, swallowing my gasp and moan.

“You’re mine,” he rasps when he breaks the kiss, “and I’m yours. You’re a warrior. Even when we’re in a scene, you’re the fucking goddess and I’m the commoner. Don’t you forget that, Taylor Peyton-Anderson. Don’t you fucking forget that.”

A rush of warmth spears into my heart as his fingers slip between my legs again, but this time, he swipes past my pussy, causing me to tremble before him. Then I feel a slight intrusion in my asshole.

“Has anyone taken you here?” He grunts.

I shake my head, my legs spreading, quaking at the idea of sharing another first with him.

“Someday, I’ll fuck you here, minx.” He dips the tip of his thumb in and the unfamiliar sensation adds to the inferno building inside me.

“Tell me you’re mine.” His other hand tightens around my hair.

My eyes flutter shut at the foreign sensations in my ass.More. More. More.

The thumb disappears and I whine before—

Smack. Smack. Smack.

I shriek from the sudden onslaught of pain as he slaps me.

“Answer me, minx.” He rubs away the blistering ache and perches his thumb back against my asshole.

Gyrating my hips against him, I whimper, “Y-Yes, I am yours, and you’re fucking mine, Charles Vaughn.”

A guttural growl tears out of him and suddenly, he slips his thumb back into my ass as he spears his cock inside me at the same time. I scream, my voice echoing in the room.

“Color?” he rasps, his voice pained.

“Fucking green.”

Before the words are fully out of my mouth, he unleashes a punishing rhythm, the sounds of skin against skin lurid, his thumb moving in the rhythm of his pistoning.

I feel full. So full. He drops my hair and pushes his body against me so the front of me is plastered against the chair. This gets him deeper, his cock hitting a sensitive spot inside me, making me see stars. The beginnings of another orgasm gather deep inside me—it’s different this time—everything is more intense. Charles thrusts his free fingers inside my mouth and I automatically suck them in, my tongue swirling around them, biting the digits all the while my body submits to his thumb battering my asshole and his cock hammering inside me in a maddening rhythm.

“Look at you, all your holes stuffed by me, your hot body thrashing for me. Need to come, minx? Does this cunt need to come hard around my cock?”

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