Page 74 of Doesn't Count

“I’m going to fill you with my come.” He warns in my ear.

“It’s okay.” I pant, nodding my head, desperate to feel him pulse inside of me. “I’m on birth control.”

His dark and delirious laugh catches me off guard.

With a punishing thrust, he grunts, “You act like I’d care if you weren’t.”

I don’t know if it’s the fear of his confession or the realization that I hold more power over him than I thought, but that vicious flutter building low in my belly explodes, shooting straight through my core. It renders me paralyzed, my head flying back slamming against his shoulder as my fingers dig into his forearms.

“That’s it come on my dick.” He grunts, his hips bucking in short, spastic movements.

Every inch of my skin tingles, little sparks igniting in my brain, spreading through each nerve. His words, his commandment, is my complete undoing. His name barely escapes my lips as I struggle to breathe, his hold on my body excruciatingly tight. I can feel the walls of my pussy pulsate around him, draining him dry. He releases a sound so feral it rivals the most primal animal thriving in the wild.

My body collapses in his arms, my muscles giving out. As my lungs relish the air that finally fills it, his hand glides down my belly, cupping my center. The subtle touch causes a searing shock to my sensitive bud, my body lurching forward to escape.

“Nuh-uh. I want to feel your cunt swallow all my come. I want you leaking for days.” He growls.

I shake my head, desperate for some reprieve, but Khaos’relentless fingers start to punish me in torturous circles. My body jerks against him, twitching involuntarily as another pending orgasm threatens to demolish me like a building turned to rubble.

The only way to cope with such intensity is to scream, letting out the boiling lava erupting inside of me. He continues faster and faster, his grip on me painfully tight as I thrash around in his hold. I’m weeping, tears streaming down my face shamelessly as I convulse with unconstrained pleasure.

“I can’t.” I cry, the torture enough to go insane.

I tip over the edge of delirium as Khaos’ fingers pinch my clit with one final thrust of his hips. I come crashing down like a tsunami wiping out civilization. I’m soaked and shivering from electric currents that still run through my body even now as he pulls out of me.

Finally, I’m allowed to collapse onto the bed, panting and twitching. My lower belly still feels full as if Khaos has never left. He’s stained himself inside of me so permanently that he’s altered my DNA, rewiring my make-up to believe he’s as Godly as he portrays himself.

I lay there spent and depleted, unable to move. A slow devilish smile cuts across Khaos’ face as he joins me, resting his upper body on his elbow. His face hovers over me, his eyes worshiping me like he’s created a masterpiece of art to admire.

The heat of his stare is too much for me as his words from earlier repeat in my head on a loop. I can feel my face flush, my hands coming up to hide myself.

“Don’t.” Slowly he peels my hands away, dragging his thumb through the tears left on my cheek. “I need you to look at me when I tell you this.”

I swallow anxiously. The words that leave his mouth are always catastrophic.

“You're mine, Ashton Crawford.”

His mouth crashes down on my bruised lips sealing his declaration while his palm rests on my stomach just between my hips.

“Every damn inch of you.” He murmurs into my mouth.

He pulls me up, wrapping me around his body and carries me to the ensuite.

I feel like a rubber band that has lost all elasticity. My body is so thoroughly spent that it’s hard to even stand, but it makes no difference to Khaos as he holds my weight in the shower, shoving back into me, my spine sliding against the wet tile.

This time his thrusts are leisurely and slow, the need to just be filled with him overpowering the soreness from moments ago. It isn’t until there’s a knock on the bathroom door that we both finally still.

“Ash? Are you almost ready for dinner?” Sam calls out.

My head falls back against the tile, completely forgetting about dinner.

“Uh, yeah.” I call back out to her as Khaos gives a rough shove inside of me. “Give me five minutes.”

“I only need two.” He smirks, water dripping down his God-like face.

He has a beauty that I’ve never seen on a man before. It’s so breathtaking that it hurts when I look at him. There’s a familiarity in his features that brings a sense of comfort to me, like I’ve known him my whole life. Maybe that’s why I never push back when he crosses every line I’ve ever drawn for myself.

He pummels into me while I hang onto him for dear life, my arms wrapped around his neck with my legs around his hips. I cry out, the sound bouncing off the walls, echoing throughout the bathroom. When we’re both panting and satisfied, he places me back on my feet and I can barely keep myself up.

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