“On your knees,” he commands. “Show me that perfect ass.”
I scramble to obey, face pressed into the pillow, ass in the air. The position takes pressure off my injured shoulder, and I hear the metallic rasp of his zipper, the rustle of fabric as he shoves his jeans down.
His hand comes down on my ass with a sharp crack that makes me gasp.
“That’s for trying to cut my tracker out.” Another slap, harder this time. “That’s for putting yourself in danger for six months.” A third, and I’m moaning into the pillow. “And that’s for suggesting I’d want anyone but you in my bed.”
My skin is burning where he spanked me, arousal flooding through me so intense I can barely breathe. I feel him line himself up, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance.
“You want this?” he asks, voice rough.
“Please.”
“Beg me.”
“Bones—”
“Fucking beg me, Emma.”
“Please!” I’m not above begging. Not when I need him this badly. “Please fuck me. I need you inside me. Please?—”
He slams into me in one brutal thrust and I scream into the pillow. He’s so deep like this, hitting places that make my vision white out. He doesn’t give me time to adjust, just pulls back and drives in again, setting a punishing pace that has the headboard slamming against the wall.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” His fingers dig into my hips hard enough to bruise. “This pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?”
“Yes!” I can barely form words. “Yours. All yours.”
“Damn right it is.” One hand slides up my spine, carefully avoiding my injured shoulder, and tangles in my hair. He uses the grip to pull my head back, arching my spine. “Who does this pussy belong to?”
“You!”
“Who’s the only one who gets to fuck you like this?”
“You, Bones. Only you.”
He releases my hair and braces his hand against my lower back, and then suddenly I feel his thumb, slick from his spit or my own wetness, pressing against my ass. There’s zero warning, just the stretch as he works inside, claiming every inch of me. I go weightless for a second, the shock of it blooming into something dirtier and hotter than any memory from before.
The intensity ratchets up so fast I can’t even think. He fucks me deep and slow, thumb pulsing inside my ass, and suddenly I’m grinding back into him, desperate for more, for everything. All those years of punishing my body for perfection—right now, all I want is to be ruined.
His voice is low and feral. “You like that? I will claim every inch of you, swan. There won’t be a single part of you that isn’t entirely mine.”
I can only whimper, clutching at the sheets like I might fall out of my own skin. The pressure is perfect, sublime, and so is the burn where he spanked me. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixed with my gasps and his grunts.
“Touch yourself,” he orders. “Make yourself come on my cock while I finger your ass.”
My hand slides between my legs, fingers finding my swollen clit. The added stimulation has me spiraling fast, the coil in my belly winding tighter and tighter.
“That’s it, swan. Let me feel you.” His thrusts are getting erratic, harder. “Come so fucking hard you strangle my dick. Milk me. Fucking come.”
The orgasm erupts out of me. I come with a shout, my whole body shaking, inner muscles clamping down on him. He curses, his hips stuttering as he shifts his grip and slams into me one last time. And then he’s coming too, buried deep inside me.
“Swan. Fuck.”
He collapses forward, barely catching himself on his hands so he doesn’t crush me. We’re both gasping for air, sweat-slickedand trembling. Carefully, he pulls out and I whimper at the sensitivity.
“Roll over,” he says, voice gentle now. “Let me see my come leaking out of you.”
I collapse onto my back, boneless. He settles between my legs again, and I expect him to lie there and just watch. Instead, his mouth finds my inner thigh.
