Page 38 of Fury

I moan as a bolt of pleasure shoots through me, and slowly grows, expanding until I can’t take it a second longer. I cry out as an orgasm traps Fury’s fingers deep inside me, and I can feel my pussy pulse around them as the pleasure consumes me. His rasp of satisfaction in my ear is enough to have my entire body trembling as I come down from such a glorious high.

“I need you inside me,” I whisper, pulling back so I can meet his gaze.

“Gotta go easy. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Carefully, he lifts me up, and I use my hand to guide his cock to my entrance. Then, inch by glorious inch, I lower myself down, until he’s fully sheathed inside me. It feels incredible, and my body immediately comes to life. I rock a little, but he’s right, the pain is intense, and it’ll only get worse the more I try and push it. Focusing on only my hips, I carefully begin to rotate them around, loving the way his breathing grows ragged in my ear.

He helps me out, taking my hips in his hands and guiding me in a pattern that has pleasure exploding inside me. I cum without much stimulation, horrifyingly fast, but I can’t stop it. I moan into his ear as shudder after shudder rips through me. His breathing turns into sharp pants as he moves me slightly faster, his cock growing deliciously hard inside me as I know he’s near his end, too.

I find his mouth once more, kissing him with such ferocity the cut on my lip begins to bleed, but neither of us pulls away. We kiss until he’s growling with pleasure into my mouth, his cock jerking inside me, his fingers gripping my hips tightly. Only when his cock stops throbbing does he release me, pulling back. I reach forward, wiping the blood off his lip with my thumb. There is something erotic about seeing my blood on him, something that makes my insides twist with need.

“You like seein’ blood,” he growls, reaching for my lip with his own thumb now, swiping the blood off before dragging it down my chin.

God dammit.

I need more.

“Is that sick?” I whisper, as his cock grows hard inside me once more.

“Fuck no.”

“You like it?”

He rolls his hips, his cock continuing to grow hard. “What do you think?”

“I want you ... I want you to bite me, so hard you draw blood.”

It’s twisted, I know, and it’s an extreme ask. I don’t even know where it came from. Sure, I’ve always had a thing with pain, but the years I spent with Ethan dulled that. Pain became my nightmare, but with Fury, it’s reemerging as pleasure, and I’m embracing it. I’m tired of hiding every little piece of who I am. I want him to know that I’m not just a quiet little teacher, that inside, I can be a woman who will take his breath away.

“Your wish,” he rumbles, thrusting upward, “is my command.”

Fury fucks me again, a little more frantic this time.

It hurts like hell, and that only makes me want it more.

His cock is dangerous as it thrusts up inside me, hitting me in all the right places.

And just as I’m about to orgasm again, he bites down onto my shoulder, so hard I scream in pain. My pleasure quickly overtakes it, exploding within me in a way I’ve never experienced. It’s the most powerful, incredible, sensational, painful thing I’ve ever experienced in my entire life, and for a moment, it feels as though the world stops.

It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

But it’s something I want to feel again.

Oh, yes.

Over and over.

I SLEEP, FOR A DAMN long time.

I go into the night and until lunchtime the next day.

It’s probably the painkillers Fury gave me last night, or maybe it’s because for the first time in a long time, I feel safe. Truly safe. Deep within my soul, I know that I’m protected here and my body knows it’s finally time to relax. Relax, I do. The bed is comfortable, the room is cool, and it’s the best sleep I’ve had in such a long time.

By the time I wake, the sun is pushing through the window, covering half the bed. Shifting, my body screams in pain. The aches inside me are going to take some time to heal. One of my eyes feels swollen, and my lip is burning. My ribs, though, they’re what hurt the most. Fury bandaged them as best he could and told me that if they didn’t get better soon, we were going to have to go to a hospital.

I want to avoid that at all costs, but if I have no choice, then I’ll go.

Climbing out of the bed, I straighten my clothes, staring at the chair that is still beside it. Remembering how Fury fucked me twice last night has me reaching for my shoulder where the ache of his bite burns into my skin. It’s a good pain though, and remembering it has my core tightening. I’m certain if a therapist got hold of me, they would have a lot to say about my sexual preference.

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