He watches me—pupils blown wide, mouth parted, reverent.
“You wanted to know what it feels like to be ruined?” he says. “This is it.”
His hips start to move with rhythm. Slow at first. Letting my body adjust—or maybe he enjoys the way I struggle against him. Each thrust sends shockwaves through me. The pain is still there, but it’s changing. Morphing into heat. Into something that coils low in my stomach like a fuse being lit.
He angles and finds a spot that I didn’t know existed. It feels like heaven and hell at the same time, and I can’t help but scream. I feelmy eyes rolling back when he picks up speed. He continues to fuck me with purpose. With fury. Like I’ve wronged him. Like Iowehim this.
“You think anyone else could’ve given you this?” Jacob snarls, bitter and tight. “You think they would’ve known what to do with you?”
He grabs my thigh and yanks it higher around his waist and drives in deeper.
I cry out. Loud. Broken. Undone.
“I’m the only one whoseesyou,” he growls, slamming into me. “The only one whoknowswhat you need. And right now, you need to come for me. Let me feel you explode on me.”
He shifts down the bed, pulling me with him. He stands at the end, holding my legs wide and circles my clit with the pad of his thumb as he drives into me.
The pressure building inside me, coupled with his attack on my sensitive bud sends shockwaves through me. I open my legs wider for him, allowing him better access. I raise my head to watch the way he fucks me—seeing his length sliding in and out of me, the slickness of my arousal gleaming on him with every thrust makes the experience even hotter—even wilder. He moves his thumb lower, gathering some of my fluid and using it as lubricant to glide over my clit.
“There she is. How good do you look, taking me. Taking all of me.” He purrs.
From the centre of my very soul, I feel the orgasm coming to crash—it’s too much, a feeling like I’m going to wet myself pours over me. He’s splitting me open in ways I didn’t know a body could survive.
Jacob feels it— sees it. I know from the way his jaw locks, the way his thrusts turn savage—hard, punishing, like he’s trying to fuck his name into my bones. The bed groans under us, wood shrieking with each slam. The headboard hammers the wall in time with my heartbeat.
The whole house vibrates with my screams. Anyone within a mile radius must hear me being wrecked. And I don’t care. I want them tohear. I want them to know what it sounds like when a woman gets taken apart and put back together in the hands of the devil.
Then he slows. Pulls almost all the way out, leaving me empty, ruined. My body seizes at the loss, clawing for him like an addict.
“You want to come on my cock, baby?” he whispers, lips brushing my ear, breath thick with heat and sin. “Then beg.”
I hate him. I crave him. I want him.
My hips lift, desperate, trying to take him back in. My body betrays me, chasing the very man who broke it. I’m past shame. Past dignity. Past anything but need.
“Please,” I breathe, the word torn and ugly.
He doesn’t move.
“Louder.”
My throat tightens, but I give him what he wants.
“Please, Jacob. Please let me come— fuck!”
He slams into me so hard the air leaves my lungs. A scream rips out of me—raw, helpless. His thumb moves back to my clit, applying more pressure and faster motions. My eyes roll back into my head—I’m certain I’m going to pass out from the pleasure that’s igniting my body.
“That’s it,” he snarls, grinding deep, brutal, relentless. “That’s what I like. Scream for me, Summer”
His hand fists in my hair, yanking my head until my eyes crash into his.
“Look at me,” he growls, every word a command that sears into bone. “When you come, you’ll do it with your eyes on mine. No hiding. No running. I want to see your soul burn for meeverytime you come.”
And then it detonates. My orgasm tears through me like a gunshot, violent and merciless. My body convulses around him, trembling, shattering. I sob into the air between us, forced to hold his gaze, every nerve white-hot with fire. Tears trickle down my cheeks, rolling into my mouth.
Jacob doesn’t let up. He drives me through it, watching me unravel, claiming every flicker of my ruin like it belongs to him. Because it does.
He lets out a roar—animal, primal—and thrusts once, twice more before he spills into me, hips jerking, hands clutching at my wrists like I’m the only thing anchoring him to the world.
