Page 37 of Corrupted Empire

He sits up and jerks my panties down, and the air is cold on my wetness. God, I want him so bad. I hold my breath, looking forward to however he wants to teach me this lesson.

Gabriel’s hand comes down hard on my ass. The pain skitters over my skin, and I moan loudly.

“Count,” he orders. “And this time don’t make me tell you twice.”

“One!” I shout out quickly.

“Good girl.” He whacks me again, and it stings a little more this time. That just makes the pulsing in my sex more intense.

“Two!”

Smack!

“Three!”

Smack!

My ass is burning now. I grit my teeth and call out, “Four!”

Smack!

“Five!”

I quiver with anticipation, waiting for the next hit. I am breathing hard, my face pressed into the comforter, my body shaking. I feel so raw and exposed. This is the most honest Gabriel and I have been with each other since we first met, and there is something divine in this mixture of pleasure and pain, of lust and hurt.

Gabriel’s hand comes to my ass again but gently this time. He rubs his palm against my skin and dips down until his fingers enter me, gliding between my wet folds. He leans over, pressing kisses over my back, gently unhooking my bra as his fingers work inside of me.

I sigh and push back against him. Gabriel kisses my neck.

“Good girl,” he says. “You’re nice and wet for me.”

“Always.”

He chuckles darkly and removes his fingers. I whimper and look back, just in time to see him guiding his cock toward me. I think that he will slam down to the hilt, but he holds my gaze as he enters me inch by inch, my body stretching to its limits to accommodate him. Gabriel squeezes my hip and grits his teeth as he bottoms out. I have never felt so full.

“Fuck,” he hisses.

I smile coquettishly. “I thought I wasn’t supposed to be able to talk at this point.”

Gabriel fists my hair and shoves my face into the mattress as he starts to pound into me. I gasp and let out a guttural moan. I want to taunt him more, see how much further I can push him, but the sensation is so intense, so wicked, that I can’t find the words.

Gabriel leans over, and his hand snakes under me to squeeze my breast. He kisses and nips at my neck, his hot breaths fanning against my ear. I can feel the urgency in his hips, his kiss, the way his fingers find my clit almost clumsily. He needs this. I need this too. I need the passion, the unbridled lust. I need him.

Gabriel pulls out and flips me onto my back, hoisting my legs over his shoulders before entering me again. He kisses me hard and deep as his hips continue slamming into mine. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer. I missed this closeness. I missed the feel of his skin, hot against mine. I’ve missed too much.

Pleasure swirls deep in my core. His pubic bone grinds against my clit with every thrust, and the resulting spike of bliss makes me cry out against his lips.

Gabriel pauses and lifts his head. I blink my eyes open and stare up at him. Why has he stopped? Have I done something wrong? How have I fucked this up? I haven’t said a word!

But the look he bestows on me isn’t angry or stern. It’s...tender, almost. His eyes are soft, and the way they flit over my face makes my cheeks heat. Gabriel is doing more than looking at me.

He’s seeing me.

Completely. Wholly. Without guise or pretense.

Gabriel kisses me again, slower this time, and lets my legs down so our chests can press flush together. His hips grind into mine at a teasing pace. I moan and try to pull him closer, digging my fingers into his back.

Tension coils in my belly, and I’m ready to burst. I just need a little more. And I know how to get it…

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