Page 94 of The Ecstasy of Sin
He kisses me, achingly slow and maddeningly possessive, as if that kiss is both a warning and a promise. His lips brush against mine, then catch my bottom lip between his teeth.
He pulls back, looming over me. “You can scream, and you can cry, but youwillbleed for me while I fuck you.”
His words are vile, but they make my body sing with wicked need.
His hips rock forward, steady and unyielding, and a scream tears out of me as pleasure and need bleed into searing pain. My eyes clamp shut against the agony, the burn threading deep inside of me as the thin membrane tears around his thick, throbbing length.
He doesn’t slow down, doesn’t give me a moment to breathe, he just forces every devastating inch into my body until he is buried all the way inside of me. My body fights against the invasion, but I’m so dripping wet that I couldn’t keep him out even if I tried.
Still, he holds me down. He forces me to take him, forces my body to burn for him as his seats himself all the way inside of me.
Tears stream down my cheeks, soft cries tumbling from my lips, desperate to escape from underneath him, but he doesn’t let me go. One of his arms hooks beneath my knee, pulling up so he can surge impossibly deep and press against my cervix. Hard.
For a moment, I think I’ll black out. His cock stretches me impossibly wide, a burning ache drowning out whatever pleasure once existed.
His fingers dig into my cheek as he forces me to hold his gaze, his face contorted in vicious pleasure as he drinks in my pain.
His lips brush against mine and the contrast of this sudden gentleness makes me want to scream again, but his body finally stills. He doesn’t move another inch, remaining buried inside of me, giving my body time to accept his brutal intrusion.
“Look at you, baby, taking all of me like a good girl.” His voice is wrecked, laced with so much pleasure it distorts his face into something carnal and primitive. “So beautiful when you cry... when you bleed for me.”
His lips trace over my face, kissing the burning trail of tears falling from the corners of my eyes.
“I can’t,” I gasp, overwhelmed by the sheer size of him, by the way he’s buried deep inside me where no one’s ever been before. The pain, the pressure, the raw intimacy—it’s all too much.
“Breathe, baby,” he soothes, one of his hands lifting to collar my throat and stroke my pulse with a tenderness that is a shock to my system. “Give it a minute. Relax your body for me. There is no stopping this, there is no escaping me. Not now, not ever. Give in to me, and I’ll make you feel good.”
I whimper brokenly when his tongue licks away a fresh tear as it falls. His mouth drops to my ear, kissing the shell of it like I’m the temple he’s worshipping in.
“I’ll make you feel so fucking good.”
The air between us is charged, heavy with the scent of sex, sweat, and blood.
He watches me like he’s memorizing every tear falling from my eyes, every tremble in my aching body, every flicker of agony carved into my face. It should make me feel used, it should make me feel utterly defiled. But it doesn’t.
Because behind the madness in his gaze, I see something else. Adoration. A kind of reverence so absolute, it cracks open something inside of me I didn’t know existed.
His voice is gravel as he lowers his mouth to my throat. “You take me so fucking well, bleeding all over me like you were made to be ruined.”
A sob shudders out of me, but it isn’t from fear. It’s the overwhelming way that I feel him deep inside my body, and deeper still inside of my very soul. His need to own me, his sickness, his obsession, and his absolute devotion.
I feel it all now.
Even though my body is still raw and stretched around him, the searing pain begins to ease, slowly bleeding into something else… something softer. My body gives in before my mind can even consider it, surrendering completely to the man that owns me.
Dominic’s hand finds my thigh again, sliding beneath it to lift until both of my legs are wrapped tight around his waist, holding me open and exposed beneath him.
He begins to move, slow at first, like he’s savoring the way my pussy struggles to accommodate him. The heat of my blood mixed with my arousal is all over his cock, binding us to one another in a way there’s no coming back from.
My eyes flutter closed, a moan escaping me as the pain twists into something new, something I welcome like a cleansing storm after years of drought.
“Eyes,” he growls, and I force them open to meet the intensity of his stare. What I see steals the breath from my lungs. He isn’t just watching me, he’s unraveling. He’s falling apart with me, adoration and obsession evident in his gaze.
His thrusts grow more urgent, and with every drag of his cock inside of my sore pussy, I feel the fracture inside of me deepen.
But he’s not leaving me broken. He’s filling the void with himself, stitching my cracks shut with the violence of his devotion to me.
Finally, like rain soaking into parched earth, pleasure seeps through the burning. My body, once stiff with pain, starts to melt around him. He’s watching me closely, and the moment the pain starts to dissipate in my expression, something shifts in him.
