Page 18 of Wrath's Redemption

"Wrath," I moan, clinging to his shoulders. "Please..."

He looks up, his eyes meeting mine as he adds a second finger.

"Please what, baby? Tell me what you need."

"You," I gasp as his fingers curl, finding that perfect spot inside me. "Need you inside me."

He kisses his way back up my body until his lips hover just above mine.

"Look at me," he commands softly. "Want to see your eyes when I push inside you."

I obey, holding his gaze as he positions himself at my entrance. Then, with one powerful thrust, he fills me completely. The stretch feels incredible, my body remembering him, welcoming him home.

"Fuck," he groans, staying still for a moment. "So tight. So perfect."

He starts to move, long, deep strokes that have me clawing at his back. Each thrust pushes me higher, closer to the edge. The way he watches me – his eyes never leaving mine – makes the connection feel deeper than just physical.

"Missed this," he murmurs, his pace increasing. "Missed you."

"Missed you too," I breathe, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders as he hastens his pace. "So much."

He's beautiful above me—powerful, intense, his eyes never leaving mine as he drives into me. The connection feels almost spiritual, like he's claiming more than just my body.

A particularly deep thrust hits something perfect inside me, and I moan loudly before quickly covering my mouth with my hand, suddenly remembering where we are.

Wrath smiles, a glint in his eyes.

"Turn around," he commands softly. "Face down."

I obey without hesitation, turning onto my stomach. He positions himself over me, one hand guiding my hips up slightly while the other aligns his cock with my entrance. Then he's pushing back inside, the new angle allowing him to go deeper.

"Oh God," I gasp into the pillow as he covers my body with his, his chest pressed against my back, his weight deliciously heavy on me.

"Now you can be as loud as you want," he whispers in my ear. "Pillow'll muffle it."

He starts moving again, his hips driving forward without mercy. Each thrust pushes me further into the mattress, the friction against my sensitive clit adding to the overwhelming pleasure. I'm completely at his mercy, pinned beneath him as he takes what's his.

Sweat trickles down my forehead as I scream into the pillows, the sounds muffled but still desperate. My fingers grip the sheets so tightly my knuckles turn white. I'm helpless beneath him, unable to do anything but take the pleasure he's giving me.

"That's it," he growls in my ear, one hand sliding beneath me to cup my breast. "Take it all, baby. Every fucking inch."

His pace becomes more brutal, more primal. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixing with his grunts and my muffled cries. I can feel myself tightening around him, my body racing toward release.

"Wrath," I manage to gasp. "I'm close... so close..."

"Come for me," he demands, his lips against my neck. "Squeeze this cock, Lucy. Show me how good it feels."

His words push me over the edge. My body convulses beneath him, waves of pleasure crashing through me as I cry out into the pillow. He doesn't slow down, fucking me through my orgasm, prolonging it until I'm shaking and whimpering beneath him.

I push back against him, throwing my ass back to meet his thrusts. The action drives him deeper, and I feel him swell inside me.

"Fuck, Lucy," he groans, his rhythm faltering. "I'm gonna—"

His fingers dig into my hips as he slams forward one final time, holding himself deep as he starts to pulse inside me. I canfeel each hot spurt filling me, his cock throbbing as he empties himself with a guttural moan that has my whole body shaking.

For several moments, we stay frozen in that position, both of us panting, his body heavy on top of mine. Then slowly, carefully, he rolls to the side, bringing me with him so we're spooned together, his softening cock still inside me.

I glance back over my shoulder, a playful smile forming despite my exhaustion. "Let's hope we don't go two for two with kids."

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