Page 75 of Forgive Me For I Have Sinned

"I would. Naked."

"That can be arranged, but I think you would like it better when I do it to you."

"Why is that?" I purr, arching my back on the bed.

When I turn my head, his eyes never leave my body. "You're not trembling anymore."

How could I tremble when he is more dangerous than anything I have seen or felt. Nothing can hurt me when the man holding me in his arms has no fear in his eyes - only fury and desire.

"No. Not with you."

He kisses my lips, pulling the chain behind me, causing my neck to arch. "You'll tremble but for a very different reason."

"Do your worst."

The light filtering through the window is bright enough that I can see his body. Perfect with his hard cock jutting out between his thighs, kneeling on the bed.

"If I touch you right now, I won't stop. I'm going to fuck you. Hard."

Our eyes battle between lust, control, pain, and pleasure. "Then, fuck me. Make me sin."

"Then we are both going to hell." He grabs my legs, pushing them apart. My pussy dripping wet for him. I arch my back, waiting for it. The pleasure of pain. He warned me that it wouldn't be soft, which is the last thing I want. I want it fast and hard.

He strokes his cock, gripping it at the root, watching my pussy. When my fingers trail around my clit, his nostrils flare, knowing that is all it will take. He rams his cock inside me, hard. I gasp, and he freezes while holding me by the hips. My hands are holding me upright behind my back. The collar pulls tight around my neck, and he pushes into me and then begins to pound me harder. Faster and faster. It is raw and powerful.

The chains rattle, and I let out a high-pitched moan. "Mmm, yes!"

His hand grips the leather collar, and his eyes blaze like he is possessed. You can hear our skin slapping between the rattle of the chains in a series of claps. My tits bounce with every hard thrust. It feels like he is splitting me apart, and I know that I won't be able to walk when he’s done. I want more.

His chest heaves when he pulls out and then slams into me again. I fall on the pillows, my hands unable to hold me up. He pushes my legs over his arms and clings to me. My legs are shaking. His hands span my waist, pushing me toward his hips with every thrust.

"This is mine." He growls. His jaw is clenched hard. "Come on my cock, baby."

I can feel how hard he is inside me. "Mmm, harder!" I scream, losing my breath.

"You were made for me. This is the only pussy that can take my dick."

My orgasm is cresting and coming in fast from his words. "You're about to come. I can feel it."

I claw at his chest when I come, my orgasm exploding like a storm destroying everything in its wake. He pushes harder, and I feel him come on a roar, filling me with his cum. We are both sweating, but he makes no move to get off me. He stays inside me, gripping my thighs and lifting them over his shoulders, pushing himself deeper.

"I love you so much," he says.

The words don't cross my lips, but I hope he can see it when he looks at me. I just can't say it. I need him to feel it. The way I feel it when he's inside me.

"I'm sorry for everything I have ever done to hurt you. You deserve all the beautiful things in this world. If you don't have them, I will swim in the stars to find them for you if I have to."

I slide my fingers over his cheek, pulling him down for a soft kiss, our foreheads touching. "I have only ever wanted…just you."

He looks down at my wrist and sees the fingerprints. His mouth pulls into a frown. "What's this?"

"Adam told me––he hurt you."

"I'm fine. It's just a little red and sore. The ropes––"

He nods, but I see the little muscle in his jaw tic. His gray eyes go dark. He pulls out of me and undoes the collar on my neck, lifting me off the bed and taking me to the shower.

"Alaric?"

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