Page 63 of Seek Me Darling

I don't.

Because I don't want him to.

Not anymore.

And then he pushes in.

Slow. Deep. Unforgiving.

“Fuck,” I gasp, head tipping back. The stretch is unbearable—thick and full and deliberate—and I cry out, a raw, desperate sound I can’t swallow.

He doesn’t stop.

He keeps pushing, inch by merciless inch, until he bottoms out and I’m panting, stretched open, throbbing around him.

He doesn’t move. Just breathes.

“You feel that?” he murmurs, voice right at my ear. “That’s whatdevotionfeels like.”

And then—then—he moves.

Not fast. Not hard. Butslow.

Each stroke a deliberate, soul-breaking drag that carves me open from the inside out.

Controlled.Devastating.

He fucks me like I’m holy and he’s desecrating a temple, like each stroke is a goddamn promise that I’ll never forget the shape of him. His cock drags against every nerve inside me, igniting fire in places I didn’t know could burn. His pace is punishingly slow, deliberate, like he wants to carve himself into my body.

And it’s working.

My back arches. My breath breaks. My pride cracks.

Becausefuck, I’ve never been fucked like this.

Not worshipped. Not owned.

Ruined.

He moans into my neck, louder than I expected. He curses, praises, whispers filth I didn’t know Ineededto hear.

Every groan, every growledfuck, every sharp inhale from the feel of my pussy wrapped around him—it’s an aphrodisiac. It’s fire on my nerves.

And I’ll never tell him.

But Ifuckinglove it.

“God, you grip like a fist,” he pants. “Like youneedme.”

My hips jerk, helpless beneath him.

“You feel that, darling?” he rasps. “That burn? That stretch? That ache deep in your belly? That’sme.That’s what I wanted. To own this fucking body from the inside out.”

My legs shake. My toes curl. My mind starts to blur.

“Say it,” he growls. “Say it’s mine.”

I don’t.

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