His hips crash into mine, relentless, filthy, brutal. His hand snakes between us, rubbing my clit hard, merciless, dragging another orgasm out of me even as I sob his name.
“You’ll never fuck another man,” he spits, his teeth sinking into my shoulder. “This pussy—this perfect fucking pussy—is mine until you die.”
“Yes—yes, it’s yours—fuck?—”
He groans, the sound animal, his thrusts slamming harder, faster, like he’s trying to bury himself so deep I’ll never be able to dig him out.
When I shatter again, it’s messy, soaking, screaming, my body giving him everything, and he loses it—his roar ripping through the room as he spills inside me, hot and endless, grinding it deeper, forcing me to take every drop.
He collapses over me, still inside, still hard, his mouth biting down on my neck as his voice breaks.
“You’ll never leave me again, Butterfly. I’ll chain you to this bed if I have to. You fucking hear me?”
All I can do is sob against his chest, my body still spasming around his cock, my heart breaking and mending all at once.
And he doesn’t let go. Doesn’t pull out. Doesn’t stop kissing me, filthy and desperate, like even now—he’s still proving I’ll never belong to anyone but him.
The sheets twist under me as he drives me deeper into the mattress, his mouth never leaving my skin, his hands rough and desperate, claiming every inch like he’s starving.
“Look at you,” he snarls against my throat, his breath hot, his teeth scraping where my pulse stutters. “Spread out under me. Fucking dripping for me. Tell me again I’m broken, Butterfly—tell me while you’re shaking like this for my cock.”
My answer is a sob torn between pain and need when he slams back inside me, so deep it feels like he’s splitting me open just to rebuild me from the inside out.
“Dax—”
“Louder.” His hand fists in my hair, yanking my head back so I can’t look anywhere but at him. His eyes are wild, blue fire, feverish and starving. “Scream my name so the whole fucking world knows who owns you.”
His hips pound into me, brutal, merciless, his chest slick with sweat pressed to mine. Every thrust drives me higher, tears spilling hot down my cheeks as my body betrays me, clenching around him, begging even when my voice says no.
“Mine,” he rasps, dragging his tongue down my jaw, biting hard enough to bruise. “This pussy’s mine. This body’s mine. You don’t breathe, you don’t fucking come, unless I say so.”
His fingers find my clit, rubbing fast, rough, cruel, until my thighs spasm around him. I scream, but he swallows it with a filthy kiss, his tongue forcing the sound back down my throat.
“You like that, don’t you?” he growls into my mouth. “You like me wrecking you. You like being ruined by the bastard you swore you hated.”
“Yes,” I gasp when he lets me breathe. “Fuck—yes.”
“That’s my girl,” he snarls, slamming even harder, every thrust shaking the bed frame against the wall. “Say it. Say you’re mine. Say you’ll never let anyone else touch you.”
“I’m yours,” I sob, my nails clawing red down his back. “Always—fuck—always yours.”
His grin is feral, broken, beautiful. “Good girl. Now cum for me. Cum on my cock like you were made for it.”
My body shatters, clamping down around him so hard he curses, his own release tearing through him as he spills into me with a guttural growl, biting my throat like he wants the mark to last forever.
But he doesn’t stop moving. Doesn’t stop grinding into me, whispering filth into my ear as my body convulses around him, broken and owned and his.
He doesn’t let me catch my breath. His cock is still buried inside me, twitching, heavy, leaking, and he grinds in deeper like he wants to fuse our bodies together. My thighs quake around his hips, but his hand slams them wider, forcing me open for him.
“Look at this greedy little cunt,” he snarls, his thumb dragging over my swollen clit until I jolt, half sob, half moan. “Milking me like you’ll fucking die if I pull out. You’d let me keep you full all night, wouldn’t you?”
“Dax—”
He smirks, cruel, dragging my bottom lip between his teeth. “Don’t pretend you don’t want it. You’re dripping down my cock, Butterfly. Beg me for it. Beg me to keep you stuffed.”
“I—” My voice cracks, but he squeezes my throat, cutting the word into a gasp.
“Say it,” he growls, eyes blazing into mine. “Say you need me. Say you want this cock inside you until you can’t walk.”
