“Take it,” he said, one hand fisting in my hair, pulling my head back. “Take this dick.”
“I’m taking it?—”
“Louder.”
“I’m taking it!”
His free hand came down on my ass. The slap echoed through the room. The sting mixing with the pleasure until I couldn’t tell the difference.
“Again,” I breathed.
He spanked me again. Harder. Each slap pushing me closer to another edge.
“You like that?” He was pounding into me now, his hips snapping against my ass. “You’re such a freak.” Another slap. “My freak. My nasty girl.”
“Yours—”
His hand slid around to my front, finding my clit again. The dual sensation—his dick filling me, his fingers working my clit—was too much.
“Prime—I can’t hold it?—”
“You can and you will.” He slowed his thrusts, keeping me right on the edge. Torturing me. “Hold it until I tell you.”
My entire body was shaking. Sweat slicking my skin. Every nerve ending on fire. The pressure building to an almost painful intensity.
“Prime, please?—”
“Tell me you love me.”
“I love you.”
“Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours. Only yours. Forever.”
“Now come. Come with me.”
He slammed into me one final time, burying himself to the hilt as he exploded inside me. And I followed, the orgasm crashing through me so intensely my vision went white, my legs gave out, and I collapsed onto the mattress.
We lay there tangled together. Him still inside me, both of us fighting for air.
After a long moment, he reached up and untied my wrists. Rubbed them gently where the silk had pressed into my skin. Pulled me against his chest and held me like I was something precious.
“You okay?” he asked softly.
“More than okay.”
“I didn’t hurt you?”
“Only in the ways I wanted.”
He laughed quietly, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “I love you, Zahara.”
Lying there in his arms, in his home, after everything we’d been through—I felt something I hadn’t felt in years.
Safe.
But safety was dangerous for someone like me. Every time I let my guard down, every time I let myself believe I could have something good, the universe found a way to snatch it back.
