With every moan, he thrust deeper and harder inside of her. She wrapped her legs around him, and it became even more intense when he entered her as far as he could. He panted and groaned, and she pushed herself against him to meet his thrusts.
“You are mine,” he said, thrusting hard and deep.
She responded with a loud moan and dug her fingers into his back.
“Say it,” he whispered against her lips.
Eliza kissed him and broke the kiss to speak. “I am yours,” she said. “I shall always be yours.”
He thrust into her harder and faster.
“Oh, yes,” she cried out. “Just like that. Don’t stop.” With each movement, she neared ever closer to madness and ecstasy. “Nick,” she moaned.
He didn’t relent and made good on his promise to make her shatter. When she did, she cried out his name again and bucked beneath him, arching her back. Once she rode every wave of the intense pleasure from her climax, he withdrew, his breath ragged. “God, Eliza,” he groaned before warm liquid pooled on her stomach.
After a few moments, Nick climbed from the bed and removed a handkerchief from his pocket. He wiped between her legs, then her stomach, and set the handkerchief on the table beside the bed.
“I wiped away the blood, but you may be sore tomorrow. A warm bath should help,” he said, settling in next to her and pulling her into his arms.
“That was more wonderful than I imagined,” she said, brushing his hair away from his face. “I hope it was the same for you.”
He pulled her tighter against him. “My love, I have never experienced anything as intense as being with you. I fear I am addicted to you and shall never get enough.”
She giggled beside him. “Is that so?”
“It’s perfect since you are mine,” he said, kissing her forehead.
“Does that mean you shall meet me here tomorrow night and show me more?” she asked, placing a quick kiss on his chest.
“Nothing on this earth could keep me away.”
