Page 125 of The Ecstasy of Sin
“You will,” he groans, his voice low and gravelly, his pupils blown wide from the lust burning between us. “You’ll take everything I fucking give you.” He pulls back, almost fully withdrawing, then slams back into me.
I cry out, but the sound melts into a moan, my thighs trembling around him.
“You still think this isn’t forever, that you’ll be able to walk away from this. From me.”
I shake my head, but he silences me, pressing one hand over my mouth. His bloodied lower lip glistens where I bit him, the red bright against the darkness of his expression.
His other arm snakes beneath my thigh, lifting it high to deepen the angle of his thrusts. I moan against his palm, broken and breathless, as he starts fucking me slow and deep, each stroke sending shivers through my entire body.
“If you think you can stop me, then do it, little lamb. Fucking stop me.”
My eyes widen at the dare in his words. I lift my hands, the chains clinking above me, and push against his chest with everything I’ve got. My nails rake into his skin, scratching, digging, fighting against his power over me.
I thrash beneath him, giving him everything I have, but it’s useless. All it does is make him moan, the sound savage. He’s too strong, too big, and when he starts pounding into me harderand faster, my body comes alive. My pussy clenches around him, aching for release, desperate to come.
His cock feels bigger and harder as he loses control and slams into me over and over again.
I love all of him—the inescapable darkness and the light that survives despite it. Two halves of a whole I never knew I needed, but now can’t survive without.
And whatever hidden part of me reared its head when he offered me the world on a silver platter back in the bathtub, it vanishes. Swallowed by his darkness.
Who else could love a woman like me: sick, scarred, and stitched together by a life of hardship and survival, if not a monster born to worship ruin? He doesn’t shy away from my damage, he cradles it in hands capable of destruction and cherishes it instead.
The truth is that every broken part of me fits into his darkness like it evolved to hold me. And that black, twisted thing inside of him? It doesn’t scare me anymore. It feels like home.
My hands fall away from his chest to rest above my head, and my body softens beneath him. My thighs relax, welcoming his body as he fucks me. His hand drops from my mouth, sliding to gather my chained wrists instead.
He shifts, driving deeper into me. He feels my submission all around him, my soul-deep surrender, and it destroys what’s left of his self control.
“That’s what I fucking needed,” he gasps through his moan.
He fucks me like he’ll die if he doesn’t, like every stroke of his cock inside of me is his ticket to heaven. His face, contortedwith bliss, stares down at me with the kind of mad devotion that would have terrified me once upon a time.
Now I welcome it.
I moan as pleasure burns through me, as I accept him and everything he’s offering without the nagging of my own inner voice telling me I don’t deserve it.
“That’s it, baby. You’re taking it so fucking well for me.” His voice is a low rumble in between his own moans, his body driving into me, sending me spiraling dangerously close to climax.
“I love you, Dominic.” As soon as those words leave my lips, he shatters above me. He surges inside of me, his cock jerking as he comes. I can feel every thick, hot spurt as he groans through his release. Filling me, gushing around the thick length of him and spilling onto the bed beneath my hips.
The feel of him coming inside of me shoves me over the edge. My body shudders violently as pleasure explodes through me. My clit pulses, my pussy clenching around him as the orgasm overtakes me in brutal, blinding waves. An invisible fire races through my veins, burning away the last remnants of resistance, of my sanity.
He drops his head to my shoulder, his big body trembling, and releases my wrists to wrap his arms around me. He holds me like he may drift away if he lets go.
I wrap my arms around him too, pulling him closer, grounding us both as he leaves a trail of kisses along my collarbone.
“Fuck, little lamb, I love you. So fucking much.”
I’m floating. Drifting in the haze of pleasure only he can give me. He’s an addiction I’ll never escape, and one I would rather die than lose.
And I know he feels the same.
Dominic collapses to his side, pulling me with him, making sure I stay draped across his chest so that his cock stays buried inside of me.
Neither of us move. We’re still panting, burning in the aftermath as I lay boneless on top of him, turning my head to press my ear to his chest and listen to the frantic rhythm of his heart.
We breathe together, our hearts gradually syncing, and I’ve never felt so safe. So loved and cherished.
