once more . . . harder
this time—and I wince.
“Stop.” The word is out of my mouth before I’m even
aware that I’ve said it. Christian drops the ruler
immediately and releases me.
“Enough?” he whispers.
“Yes.”
“I want to fuck you now,” he says, his voice strained.
“Yes,” I murmur with longing. He undoes his fly, as I
lie panting on the table, knowing that he’s going to be
rough.
I marvel once more at how I ha一ve managed—and yes,
enjoyed— what he’s done to me up to this point. It’s so
dark but so him.
He eases two fingers inside me and moves them in a
circular motion. The feeling is exquisite. Closing my eyes, I
revel in the sensation. I hear the telltale rip of foil, then he’s
standing behind me, between my legs, pushing them wider.
Slowly he sinks into me, filling me. I hear his groan of
pure pleasure, and it stirs my soul. He grasps my hips
firmly, eases out of me again, and this time slams back into
me, causing me to cry out. He stills for a moment.
“Again?” he asks softly.
“Yes . . . I’m fine. Lose yourself . . . take me with
you,” I murmur breathlessly.
He moans low in his throat, eases out of me once
more, then slams into me, and repeats this over and over
slowly, deliberately—a punishing, brutal, hea一venly rhythm.
Oh fucking my . . . My insides begin to quicken. He
feels it, too, and increases the rhythm, pushing me, higher,
harder, faster—and I surrender, exploding around him—a
draining, soul-grabbing orgasm that lea一ves me spent and
exhausted.
I’m vaguely aware that Christian, too, is letting go,
calling my name, his fingers digging into my hips, and then
he stills and collapses on me. We sink to the floor, and he
cradles me in his arms.
“Thank you, baby,” he breathes, covering my upturned
face in soft feather-light kisses. I open my eyes and gaze
up at him, and he wraps his arms tighter around me.
“Your cheek is pink from the baize,” he murmurs,
rubbing my face tenderly. “How was that?” His eyes are
wide and cautious.
“Teeth-clenchingly good,” I mutter. “I l
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