For a few seconds, he stills, his thick cock twitching inside me while we both soak in the stretch. The burn, the overcrowding, the sense of completion—staggering. It’s been years since I’ve been filled, but still, it was neverthis, and he hasn’t even begun.
His nose trails along my jaw and down my neck, teeth sinking into my bare shoulder with an unforgiving bite, no doubt leaving his mark. His lips and tongue dust over the spot to soothe the sting. His hands rove, one sweeping across my pebbled nipples, the other dropping to my clit.
“Fuck, Mercy. This … I knew you’d feel like this … so goddamn good, so tight … mine … worth every agonizing second …” He trails off, and then suddenly, his thrusts are savage and punishing and all-consuming.
And pleasure wins the war.
My lack of sight only intensifies every pump, every brush with the bars of our self-imposed cell, every remembrance of the ways we both let go when we should’ve held on. The escapes we sought in ill-fated harbors that were far from one another.
Realization dawns on me. I ran from the only refuge I’d ever known, when this euphoric haven could have been mine and his all along.
“No,” he roars as his fingers circle my throbbing clit with a hypnotic cadence and his chest shudders against my back and his heartbeat syncs to mine to become the rhythm of him vigorously filling me. “We’re fucking it out right now, baby. Give me your pent-up lust, even your fury. Your will to bust out of this goddamn prison. We’ll drown the regrets that got us here later.”
I’ll never understand how he reads me that well. We can have entire conversations without a single spoken word. Our bodies seem to be doing the same. That’s what renders this encounter so profound. It’s the first time he’s inside me, and yet he’s been there all along. Owning me in every other way, all of me now.
His piercing drives home that point, the barbells dragging over my G-spot and inner walls with an intoxicating ecstasy. One that nearly has me squirming from its intensity. I’m torn between a push-pull craving—the vanquishing pleasure that is too much and yet a sting I can no longer live without.
Purring around the panty gag to assure him I’m lost in every sultry brush of him, I stick out my ass with a silentharder.
“That’s my girl. So greedy.” He slams into me with all the fervor I wordlessly requested. His hand snakes up to my throat, splaying across the diamond-studded neckline of my dress, fingers curling around the sides with light pressure on my battering pulse point, while his other hand continues to cavort over my clit, the tempo escalating to match his thrusts.
I’m heady and boneless, flooded with sensations that are amplified by the gag and the blindfold and his feral possessiveness. It ignites an ember low in my belly, sparks flying behind my lids, heat searing my flesh, muscles aching with the burn.
“I wish you could see this, how beautifully your perfect pussy swallows all of me. It’s a dream, baby. Made for me.” His voice is flint and steel, stoking the cinders of the budding inferno as he rams inside me.
“You feel my goddamn ring on your finger?”
Thrust.
“That magic cross on my cock, branding the depths of your cunt?”
Harder.
“That’s me, owning every part of you.”
Pound.
“We’re not friends, Mercy.”
I love those words.
The throb in my core builds. My knees weaken. Lungs empty.
And the prison walls go up in a blaze. A halo of fire encircles us, and Ryker never wanes.
“That’s it, Viper. Take it. Take what’s yours.”
Mine.
His pumps become more ragged, his hold more emphatic, his heartbeat more turbulent. “I want us to come together, Merce. I waited this long for you. Take me with you.”
What the hell is he doing to me?
A blustery gale of euphoria sweeps over me, burrowing into my veins and muscles, flesh and bones. Etching into my every cell, from my curled toes to my woozy head.
The squall of rapture devours everything—our past and pain and squandered beginnings—decimating the torment to a pile of ashes while we delight in the flames.
And like a raging forest fire, he swallows me whole. Until I surrender, becoming the blaze and writhing with him.
