Page 91 of Claiming Pretty

I came, hard.

My orgasm ripped through me, intense and almost painful in its force. I cried out, the sound echoing off the observatory’s domed ceiling. My body clenched around Ty’s cock, drawing him deeper as waves of pleasure crashed over me.

But Ty didn’t stop. If anything, my climax only spurred him on. His thrusts became more frantic, more brutal. Hegrabbed my hair, yanking my head back as he pounded into me relentlessly.

“Mypussy,” he growled, his breath hot against my neck. “Mine. He might have claimed you first. But I will be yourlast.”

I was overwhelmed, overstimulated, caught between wanting to push him away and pull him closer. My legs trembled in their restraints, and I could feel another orgasm building, impossibly soon after the first.

I came again.

I screamed as the second orgasm tore through me, even more intense than the first. My body convulsed, clenching around Ty’s cock as he continued his relentless assault. It was almost too much to bear, bordering on pain.

Ty’s rhythm faltered, his thrusts becoming erratic. With a guttural groan, he buried himself deep inside me, his cock pulsing as he came. I felt the heat of his release flooding me, marking me from the inside out.

For a moment, we stayed like that, both panting heavily. The air in the observatory felt thick, heavy with the scent of sex and sweat.

Ty pulled out slowly, and I whimpered at the loss. He stepped back, tucking himself away and fastening his pants.

I half hung from my arms, my shoulders screaming in protest, the ache sharp and unrelenting. My head lolled forward, mind too bleary to make sense of anything anymore, exhaustion draining my will to fight.

I barely registered Ty stepping toward me, his presence unmistakable even in my haze. His hands worked quickly, efficiently, removing the restraints with a precision that almost felt clinical.

The sudden release sent a jolt through my body, and before I could react, he caught me. Strong arms wrapped around my naked body, cradling me as though I were fragile, breakable.

I wanted to protest, to fight, but my limbs refused to cooperate.

Instead, I found myself being carried, Ty’s grip steady and unyielding, his footsteps echoing in the vast room.

He laid me down on something soft—a blanket, warm and thick against the chill of the observatory. Something else he’d also planned.

I opened my mouth to say something, but the words died on my tongue as I glanced up, my breath catching.

Above us, the glass dome of the observatory stretched into infinity, revealing a night sky that took my breath away. The stars blazed against the inky blackness, a vast, shimmering canvas that made my chest ache with its beauty.

For a moment, it was as if the entire universe had been laid bare, infinite and overwhelming.

Ty lay down beside me, his arm pulling me close before I could muster the strength to push him away. His warmth seeped into me, his steady breaths unnervingly calm against the chaos still swirling in my chest.

He took my wrists gently, pressing soft kisses along the tender skin where the tape had been. The gesture was so at odds with the rage he just unleashed on me.

A sigh escaped me, long and shaky. The fatigue that clung to my body dulled the sharp edges of guilt already weaving its way into my mind.

For now, just for now, I let myself rest against him.

“Why did you bring me here?” I asked, the question slipping out before I could stop it.

“So we could look at the stars together,” he said simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

I blinked, caught off guard.Huh. That’s… kind of sweet.

“I still hate you,” I muttered, though the bite in my words had long since softened.

His lips brushed against my hair. “I still love you more.”

And as much as I wanted to push him away, to reject his words and everything they implied, I stared up at the stars instead, wondering if maybe—just maybe—he was telling the truth.

I woke to the soft dawn bleeding through the glass dome above, streaking the observatory in shades of gold and pink. For a fleeting moment, everything was calm. Peaceful. Ty’s arms were wrapped around me, his steady breaths brushing against my hair.

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