Page 11 of Slash Me Savagely

And I did. I let go, falling into the darkness, into the pleasure that consumed me. My body shook, waves of ecstasy crashing over me, drowning me in their intensity. I could feel him pulsing inside me, his body shaking as he found his own release, his groans mingling with my cries.

We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies locked together, our breaths ragged and syncopated. His forehead rested against mine, his eyes closed, his fingers still wrapped around my throat, though the grip was loose now, almost tender.

I could feel the sweat cooling on my skin, the air in the room suddenly too cold. I shivered, and he pulled away, his body separating from mine with a suddenness that left me feeling bereft.

He stood up, his back to me, his shoulders heaving with each breath. I watched him, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of our shared climax, my mind a whirlwind of confusion and fear and something else, something darker, something I didn't want to acknowledge.

He turned to face me, his eyes meeting mine. There was a possessiveness in his gaze, a hunger that sent a shiver down my spine. He reached out, his fingers brushing against my cheek, a soft, almost tender touch that belied the darkness in his eyes.

"You belong to me," he murmured almost tenderly. "There's no escape for you now."

"But… why me?" I asked.

"Fate," he replied. "The gods brought you to me like an offering. And who am I to refuse them?"

Chapter 8

Matt

The shrill beeping of my phone cut through the haze of early morning. I blinked at the screen, heart pounding as I wrestled with the reality of the moment.

“I need to get to morning skate,” I murmured, my voice low and gravelly. "You. Call him and tell him it's over."

Gemma stared at me, wide-eyed and frozen, caught in a whirlwind of confusion. “I… I didn’t even say I wanted this.”

“You want this.” My tone shifted, sharper now. “If you don’t break things off with him, I’ll kill him.”

Her face paled, lips parting in shock. Good. She needed to know how serious I was.

“Matt…” she started, but the words faltered as they danced on her tongue.

I moved closer to her on the bed, invading her space until she could feel the heat radiating off me. The scent of sweat mixed with that damned locker room lingered between us, electric and intoxicating. “You think I'm joking?” My voice dropped to a whisper as I held her gaze steady. “I’m not.”

She swallowed hard; the tension hanging thick like fog around us.

“You don’t understand.” Her eyes darted away for a moment before snapping back to mine. “It’s complicated.”

“Complicated?” I laughed softly, bitterly. “You’re wasting time. And I do not share."

She opened her mouth again but hesitated; something flickered behind her eyes—fear or maybe realization? The air crackled between us as she weighed my words.

“His life is in your hands,printessa."

Her breath hitched as if she were trying to process everything at once—the stakes of our conversation colliding with her heart’s desires.

I shifted down the bed, my gaze locked onto hers, holding her captive. I moved lower, her body tensing in anticipation. I could see the faint sheen of sweat on her skin, the flush of desire spreading across her chest.

My face pressed against her, inhaling her scent, the musk of us mixed together. A primal satisfaction surged through me as I saw the remnants of our passion, my seed glistening at her entrance. It was a mark, a claim staked. One day, I’d make sure it stayed there, a permanent testament to my possession.

Her hips bucked slightly as I kissed her, my tongue tracing the line where we’d joined. She tasted of us, a heady blend that sent a jolt of raw need through me. I delved deeper, my tongue exploring every inch of her, savoring the taste of our mingled desires.

She gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair, gripping tightly as I began to devour her. I could feel her pulse quickening, her body responding to every flick of my tongue. Her moans filled the room, a symphony of surrender that spurred me on.

My fingers found their way inside her, pushing deep, feeling her clench around me. She was so responsive, so ready. I curled my fingers, hitting that spot that made her cry out, her back arching off the bed.

Her breaths came in ragged pants, her hips moving in sync with my mouth and fingers. I could feel her getting closer, her body tensing, her muscles tightening around me. I wanted to push her over the edge, to make her shatter under my touch.

Her hands gripped the sheets, her head thrashing from side to side as she rode the wave of pleasure. I could feel her pulsing around my fingers, her body trembling with the force of her climax. She cried out, my name a broken whisper on her lips as she came undone.

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