My body trembles. My thighs twitch, caught between wanting to close and spread wider.
“I—I don’t know if I can?—”
His hand snaps up, hard fingers gripping my jaw, forcing my eyes to his.
“You can. And you will.”
Then he pushes. Not a brutal shove, just enough to split me open on him.
The pain flares, white-hot, stealing my breath. My back bows off the mattress, my cry ripping free before I can stop it.
He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t soothe. He holds me there, locked on the edge, letting me feel it—every stretch, every ounce of pain, every humiliating reminder that this is what it feels like to be filled with a man possessed.
My nails claw his shoulders, digging into muscle. I don’t know if I’m trying to pull him closer or shove him away. Tears sting my eyes. Shame floods my chest. My hips twitch, searching for relief that doesn’t exist. And then his mouth is at my ear, breath hot, words hotter.
“Look at me.”
It takes everything I have to peel my eyes open. He’s above me—feral, unholy, beautiful.
“You’re doing so fucking good,” he rasps. His voice fractures like he’s holding back from shattering completely. “You’re breaking for me so beautifully.”
He pushes deeper and I sob. The sound doesn’t even feel human. Just raw pain, ripped from somewhere low in my gut. This isn’t what it felt like with Tyler. It hurt sure, but this… this is a whole new level.
“I know it hurts,” he whispers, teeth grazing my jaw. “But you wanted this. You begged for this.”
He moves deeper. Another shock of fire ripping through me. My legs kick against the sheets, helpless, searching for ground that isn’t there.
“Say it,” he growls, thrust grinding deeper. “Say you wanted it.”
My breath stutters, my voice cracks. “I—I wanted it.”
His eyes burn into mine. “You wanted me.”
“Yes.”
And then—he slams the rest of the way in. The scream rips out of me, gutted and broken. And he moans—a sound of wreckage and worship—as if sliding into me was the one thing he’s been starving for his entire fucking life.
The world detonates.
I don’t know where I end, and he begins. Just pain. The stretch is unbearable, pressure blooming so deeply it takes my breath away. My throat tears with a gasp, but there’s no air.
No thought. Only him.
He doesn’t move. His body shakes above mine, arms trembling with restraint.
His forehead presses to mine, sweat slicking his brow.
“You’re mine now,” he murmurs, dragging his lips across my jaw. “And I’ll carve it into your fucking soul if I have to.”
He pulls back—just a little—and thrusts again. The pain slices through me, raw and electric. My body arches, caught between a scream and a moan.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he grits out, jaw clenched. “So small.”
I shake my head, trying to breathe through it. “I—I can’t?—”
Another thrust, it feels even deeper. I bite my lip until I taste blood.
He’s breaking me. And I want him to. Iwantit. Because buried inside the pain is something else. Something I don’t want to name. Something twisted and terrifying andreal.
