“I—need you,” I choke out, trembling under his weight. “I want you inside me. I don’t—don’t want you to stop.”
“Good girl.” His voice drops to a vicious whisper against my ear. “Because I’m not stopping until you’re ruined for anyone else. You hear me? I want you dripping with me, marked by me, aching every time you try to close your legs.”
His hand slides lower, pressing hard against my clit while his hips roll slow, brutal, making me feel every inch of him. Mybody bucks, desperate, but he pins me harder, his chest crushing mine.
“You belong to me,” he snarls, biting my shoulder until pain flashes bright. “This pussy, this body, these tears—mine. Say it again.”
“I’m yours,” I sob, my nails raking down his back. “All yours.”
“Louder.”
“I’M YOURS!”
His grin is feral, teeth flashing as he slams into me again, harder, deeper, until the bed frame smashes against the wall in rhythm with my cries. His voice is everywhere—my mouth, my ear, my skin—filthy, cruel, worshipping in its destruction.
“You’ll come again,” he rasps, his thumb ruthless on my clit, his cock pounding deeper with every thrust. “You’ll come until you forget your own fucking name and the only word left in your mouth is mine.”
And he’s right.
Because I’m already there.
Already breaking again, screaming his name like it’s the only prayer that’ll save me.
His cock slams deep, and I swear I see stars. My back arches, nails carving down his shoulders, but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t even slow—he’s merciless, his body a weapon, his voice a razor against my skin.
“You’re shaking, Butterfly,” he growls, dragging his teeth down my throat. “But your pussy’s still begging—so fucking tight around me I can feel every heartbeat. You were made for this cock. Say it.”
“I—was—made for you—” I sob, breaking apart on the words, my voice ragged.
“That’s right.” His grin is savage, his thumb grinding my clit harder until my whole body jerks. “Now take it. Take what’s mine.”
I cry out, the pleasure white-hot, too much, too sharp. He shifts, dragging one of my legs higher over his shoulder, and the new angle rips another scream from my chest.
“Fuck, yes,” he snarls, pounding into me harder, deeper, his balls slapping against me with every brutal thrust. “You feel that? Hitting the spot no one else will ever reach. I’ll fuck it into you until you dream about me splitting you open.”
“Dax—”
He slams his hand over my mouth, forcing my eyes wide open under his. “Shut up and come for me. Right now. Flood my cock. Let me feel you lose control.”
The command tears through me, and my body obeys before my mind can catch up. I explode around him, the climax violent, wracking, tearing through every nerve while his growl vibrates against my throat.
“Good fucking girl.” He rips his hand away only to shove two fingers between my lips, forcing them deep while he keeps fucking me through the quake. “Bite down, suck, choke on me while your cunt milks my cock.”
I gag around his fingers, tears leaking down my face, but the raw, overwhelming pleasure keeps building. My walls clamp tighter, desperate, dragging every ounce of heat from him.
He bites my ear, filthy and low. “I’m not stopping until you cum again. Until you’re shaking, crying, begging me not to fill you. And then I’m going to do it anyway.”
His fingers choke my mouth open, slick with my spit, his cock still hammering into me like he’s trying to brand me from the inside out. My body’s wrecked, trembling, but he doesn’t let up. Not for a second.
“You think this is yours to control?” Dax snarls, sweat dripping down his temple onto my cheek. “You think you get to decide when you break? No, Butterfly. That’s mine.”
He yanks his fingers free, grabs a fistful of my hair, and forces my head back until my throat arches like a sacrifice. His other hand clamps over my mouth, cutting my air as his cock slams deeper, harder, his hips a brutal rhythm against mine.
My chest heaves, panic and pleasure tangling as spots burst in my vision.
“You love this,” he growls against my ear, his breath hot and filthy. “My hand on your throat, my cock splitting you wide open. You fucking love it.”
He loosens his grip just enough to let me gasp in one desperate, broken breath—then shoves me back into the edge of suffocation again.
