Page 57 of Misconducts & Temptation

"I'm going to take care of you, babes," he murmured against my ear, his words a promise that resonated deep within me.

His lips trailed down my neck as he continued to inch inside, each gentle kiss offering a small comfort amidst the intensity. I held onto him tightly, my body gradually adjusting to his size as he moved deeper. The pain began to ebb slightly, replaced by a growing sense of connection and pleasure that made my breath hitch.

Keaton's hands roamed over my sides, his touch both reassuring and possessive. The way he handled me—firm yet gentle—made it clear that he was fully in control but still deeply attuned to my reactions. He continued to push in until he was fully sheathed inside me, pausing for a moment to let me adjust.

My grip on his shoulders tightened as I focused on breathing through the lingering discomfort. Keaton's lips found mine again, kissing me deeply as if trying to draw out the tension from my body.

Keaton pulled back slightly to look into my eyes, his gaze filled with a smug satisfaction and something else, something almost tender that made my heart flutter. He began to move slowly within me, each motion deliberate and measured as he guided us both through this new experience.

As our bodies moved together, the pain gradually gave way to a deeper sense of pleasure and intimacy that left me breathless. Keaton's words echoed in my mind:I'm going to take care of you.And for the first time in a long while, I believed it.

"You're so tight, Elodie. Feels so fucking good." Keaton's voice rumbled low and rough as he began to move within me.

His words sent a shiver down my spine, my cheeks flushing with heat. I had never been spoken to like this before, but there was something about the rawness in his tone that made my pulse quicken.

His movements were slow and deliberate, each thrust sending waves of sensation through me. I could feel every inch of him, the friction creating an intensity that left me breathless. The discomfort from earlier was fading, replaced by a building pleasure that I couldn't ignore.

"Look at you," he continued, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my heart race. "Taking me so well. You like this, don't you?"

I bit my lip, embarrassed by how much his words affected me. I nodded slightly, unable to find my voice amidst the whirlwind of sensations coursing through me.

Keaton's lips curled into a satisfied smirk. "That's my girl," he murmured. "So fucking perfect for me."

The way he spoke to me—possessive and commanding—should have made me feel uncomfortable, but instead, it ignited something deep within me. I could feel the heat spreading through my body, pooling low in my belly as he continued to move inside me.

His hands roamed over my body, exploring with a mix of tenderness and possessiveness that left me feeling both vulnerable and cherished. Every touch sent sparks of electricity through my skin, adding to the growing intensity of our connection.

"Tell me how it feels," he demanded softly, his voice a rough whisper against my ear.

"It... it feels good," I managed to say between gasps for breath. The admission felt like a release in itself, acknowledging the pleasure that was building within me.

Keaton's thrusts grew more insistent, each movement drawing out a moan from deep within me. "That's right," he growled. "You're mine now."

His words echoed in my mind as the sensations continued to build, the pleasure almost overwhelming in its intensity. The combination of his vile talk and the physical connection we shared left me teetering on the edge of something profound.

With every thrust and every whispered word, I felt myself slipping further into a haze of desire and sensation. The world around us seemed to fade away until all that remained was the heat of our bodies and the intensity of our connection.

"It's taking everything in me not to lose control and rut inside of you like a goddamn animal." Keaton’s voice was rough and rumbled through the haze of my pleasure.

I closed my eyes, the raw vigor of his words making my breath hitch. A word formed on my lips, almost without my permission. "Please," I whispered, the plea escaping before I could stop it.

"Look at me," he commanded.

My eyes snapped open, meeting his fierce gaze. The blue of his eyes was darkened with desire, an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine.

"I want to watch you shatter all over my cock," he said, his voice a growl that reverberated through me.

More pleasure built inside me, each thrust sending waves of sensation through my body. The pressure was almost unbearable, a coiled spring ready to snap.

Keaton’s hand moved between us, his fingers brushing against my clit with a touch that made me gasp. The added sensation was electric, pushing me closer to the edge.

"Come," he told me, his voice leaving no room for hesitation. "Be a good wife and obey your husband."

His words were the final push I needed. My body tensed, every muscle tightening as the wave of pleasure crashed over me. I shattered beneath him, my cries filling the room as I came hard around him.

My body convulsed, the waves of my orgasm washing over me, leaving me breathless and trembling. Keaton's eyes never left mine, a dark hunger mingled with something softer as he watched me come undone beneath him.

"That's it, Elodie," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent another shiver down my spine. "You're so beautiful when you come."

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