Page 78 of The Freedom in Captivity

It doesn’t; it’s simply different.

He’s stopped thrusting his cock though, and I’m thankful for that so my body can focus on one sensation at a time. He reaches the first knuckle and my body instinctively tries to push him out. Instead, my motions help him gain another inch, to the next knuckle.

“Does it hurt?”

I shake my head, so he can feel my response against his chest. Without the pain, my nails unhook from his skin, but something slippery soon follows.

“You made me bleed,” he says with an amused tone. “You marked my skin, bad girl. You’ll pay for that.” With his final word, he thrusts again, and I feel Flynneverywhere.

His finger in my ass, his cock buried to the hilt inside me, his piercing hitting the sensitive parts of me again.

His breath painting my skin.

His heart thumping against mine.

His blood beneath my nails.

His soul fused with mine.

“If this is me paying, then the price isn’t that high.” The breathy taunt is out before I realize how bad of an idea it is to entice him when he’s already on edge.

Blinding pleasure and complete and utter ecstasy consume me.

He takes my mouth, his tongue battling mine, and he’s officially filled every one of my holes.

We’re everything as Flynn fucks me.

Light.

Darkness.

Messy.

And absolutely fucking right.

I come at the same time he does, a heated rope of cum shooting to the very deepest parts of me. My pussy clenches around his thick cock, my ass squeezing his finger, keeping him inside me, my moan swallowed by his.

Until my exhausted body stops fighting what we both know as he claims me.

All of me.

The future is unknown. My life is in the balance. If the Corsettis release me, I’ll be leaving.

But my soul will remain.

His finger slides out of me, the same time his sated cock does, and he releases my mouth. There’s not enough breath in the world to cool the fire in my veins. Every muscle in my body is tense, ready to go again, preparing to never let him go.

And yet…

Flynn readjusts me in his arms until I’m cradled to his chest and he backs away from the wall, heading for the bed nearby. He rests me on my back, my head on the pillow, and even tugs the blanket over me. This sense of care from him is strange compared to every one of our other interactions, but I revel in it. His fingers linger on my throat, and then my cheek, his gaze saying what he isn’t allowing himself to. My body is in desperate need of a shower after what we did, and he knows this, but for now, I let him care for me.

Because Flynn’s aftercare means everything.

“I’m gonna find your father, Rozelyn, and he’ll pay for what he did to you. I promise.”

Then he leaves, shutting the door behind him, with no signal of when or if I’ll see him again.

Flynn

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