Page 118 of The Devil's Scars

And she loved it. All of it.

He started slowly, gently. But it had been so long for both of them, and she was so wet and hot, and he was so hard and ready… very quickly, he was thrusting into her deep and fast, and she was mutely taking it, loving him taking her, stunned at how good it felt to be taken this way.

Zoe’s whole body was moving like a rag doll: his thrusts threw her forward, then back. His hands on her head and her wrists guided her for his pleasure, and all she could do was go where he wanted her to, do what he wanted her to do. Her vulnerability and helplessness added layers of feeling to the experience, and layers of trust too, and she knew that she was seconds away from coming.

She then wondered if she was allowed to come, and how she was meant to ask permission.

“Baby,” he grated out now, his movements becoming almost savage. “I’m so fucking close. Nod if you are too.”

Frantically, Zoe nodded, her forehead rubbing against the soft carpet.

“You want to come, beautiful?”

She nodded again.

“Go ahead then, baby. Come for me. Not one sound, though.”

She bit back her sobs of relief and release, as the longest, strongest orgasm of her life crashed over her, through her. Her back arched impossibly from the force of it, and Scars growled as his cock went deeper than ever before. Her muscles were clutching his cock, clenching and then releasing like hands, and he gritted his teeth to hold on until she finished.

She sagged a bit, her weight falling forward on her knees and forehead more heavily, and he knew that she was floating. His own release was dancing just beyond his reach, so he held her head in place by her hair, by her wrists, and he thrust, and thrust, and thrust, and Zoe couldn’t move an inch anymore, so she just moaned quietly into the rug and reveled in being used thoroughly, completely.

She reveled in being owned.

“Oh, baby… I’m gonna come.” Scars’ fingers dug into her wrists, and she loved the small bite of pain. “Tell me you love me… please, baby.”

“I love you,” she whispered brokenly between gasps and moans. “Scars, I love you so much. I love you.”

“God!”

He threw his head back, his massive body turning to stardust with the force of his approaching, rushing orgasm. He pushed as deep inside her body as he could, held himself there, and just came. Came like he didn’t know was humanly possible, sure that his heart was going to explode out of his chest.

He collapsed forward, stopped himself from crushing her with his hands on the floor again. Her whole body was trembling, and he knew that she desperately needed to be held, kissed, praised for giving so much. Scars fumbled with the knots around her wrists, got her loose. Gently, carefully, he moved her arms to her sides, saw her wince, and knew that she had pulled against the restraints when she’d come.

He hated to leave her warm, slick pussy, but she needed his warmth now. He slid out, and she moaned again, maybe with a bit of regret, maybe a bit of discomfort, and Scars stood up, pulling her with him. She was unsteady on her feet, her knees were red and marked, and he nudged her to the bed.

“Lie down, beautiful,” he said, pulling the covers back. “Curl up with me. C’mon now.”

She lay on her side, blinking and blurry, looking for all the world like a sleepy kitten. Scars smiled at her sated expression, went to the bathroom for a warm, damp towel, and he cleaned her. She murmured happily at the sweet, loving care, watched him go to the bathroom to return the towel, then watched him join her. He gathered her in his arms, and she burrowed into his chest with a deep breath.

“You OK?” he asked her, stroking her hair.”Your arms and knees?”

“Mmmm-hmmm,” she said throatily. “What about you? Your back and legs?”

“Never better.” He stretched his legs a bit, felt a slight tug on the backs of them, but no pain. “It’s one of the reasons that I wanted you on all fours again, baby.”

“Hmmmm?” she asked, puzzled.

“It was the only position where I could be sure you wouldn’t scratch my back by accident, in a moment of passion.” Scars grinned. “Give me two more weeks or so before you start leaving your claw marks on me, OK? I need a bit of a mental adjustment and preparation.”

“Awww…” she muttered, even as her eyes fluttered shut. “I like leaving claw marks your back. It’s such a sexy back when it’s all scratched up.”

“I know it, baby.” He gently pulled her drooping head closer to his chest, dropped a tiny kiss on her hair. “You can scratch me up all you want soon enough. Deal?”

But Zoe didn’t answer. She had fallen asleep. Just tumbled without a word to sleep in his arms.

The one thing that she said that she’d never done in her life, and the one thing that she claimed that she never would or could do, not ever.

With Scars, she did it.

With Scars, she could do anything.

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