Page 95 of The Ecstasy of Sin
He has claimed my blood, my pain, and my surrender. Now, he wants my pleasure.
Regardless of how much it hurt to lose my virginity, that pain he drank like the perfect sacrifice, I’m still so wet for him.I’m drenched, my pussy swollen, gripping him like I never want to know what it feels like to be empty of him again.
And he knows it.
“So fucking wet for me, even as you bleed, because you’re perfect for me. So twisted, just like me. Aren’t you, little lamb?”
I nod, my voice a breathy whisper. “Yes,” I admit shamelessly. “I need this.”
“I know, baby. I’m going to give you exactly what you need.”
Every thrust of his hips between my thighs drags a moan from my lips, and I tremble as he fucks my body like he’s worshipping me. His lips hover above mine, our heated breaths mixing, as a guttural moan spills out of him from the pleasure racing up his spine.
His face contorts with pleasure again, and I can tell by the frantic movements above me that he’s drawing closer. One of his hands lowers between our bodies, his fingers finding my clit, as he fucks me with urgency.
The sounds pouring out of me intensify as the steady stroking of my clit pairs with the deep, powerful strokes of his cock in and out of my pussy. The white-hot pleasure coursing through my body is unlike anything I have ever known.
My hands reach up to grip his face, pulling his mouth to mine. He fucks my mouth with his tongue, mirroring the movements of his body, until I’m writhing and screaming beneath him.
The orgasm slams into me with a force that empties the breath from my lungs. My vision darkens, stars dancing across my eyes, as my entire body seizes under the riptide of my pleasure.
“Look at you coming all over my cock, taking me so perfectly,” he growls against my lips, his hips slamming into me. “Such a good fucking girl.”
My pussy spasms through the orgasm, squeezing him so tightly that he shudders from his efforts to hold on just a little while longer, devoted to fucking me relentlessly through the blinding waves of euphoria that crash into me over and over.
Just when I think I may pass out from the seemingly never-ending pleasure, he’s wrapping his arms tightly around me, holding me to him as he groans through his own release.
I gasp as his cock pulses inside of me, unloading himself so deep I swear I feel every hot spurt of his cum against my cervix. Marking me from the inside, filling me to the point of overflowing. His releases mixes with my blood and my arousal, spilling between us, hot and perfect.
He doesn’t dare pull out of me, pressing as deep as our bodies will allow, holding me against his body like nothing else matters in the world but me.
I’m shaking, whimpering, a mess of blood and pleasure I never knew the human body was capable of experiencing.
I'm ruined, and so completely his that it feels like the girl I was before he fucked me is nothing but a ghost of the woman I’m becoming.
He’s fighting to catch his breath, his arms trembling as he tries not to collapse on top of me, but still he lowers his lips to mine in a kiss that has tears spilling from my eyes.
Even as I lay beneath him, utterly spent and floating in the oasis of a high I never want to come down from, aching between my thighs, I want him again.
I never want him to stop fucking me.
The tender muscles of my pussy tighten as I grip him, still half-hard inside of me, and he breaks away from our kiss to moan.
“Fuck, Wren. Take mercy on me. Let me get you home and into our bed before I lose control again.”
I smile up at him, in awe of the power I have over him and his body, despite his ownership over me and mine. I made him lose control, I made him unravel completely, and the power I find in that is addictive.
I flex my inner muscles, squeezing his cock again, a wicked smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. His answering growl makes goosebumps erupt all over me.
“Is that a brat streak coming out of you, little lamb?” he asks, something dark and divine filling his eyes.
I nod, biting my lower lip as I stare up into his devastatingly handsome face.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groans, his head dropping to my shoulder where he places a reverent kiss. “I’ll gladly spend the rest of my life fucking the fight out of you.”
He kisses me deeply, his tongue sweeping through my mouth, before his body begins to move. His cock pulls out ofme, chased by the remnants of his orgasm, coating my thighs and pooling between my legs.
I’m surprised when the need to beg him to keep me full of his cock, and his cum, overtakes me. He pauses, hovering over me, watching as my lips part and my face flushes all over again.
