Now I am fully trapped. One hand cuffed, the other pinned. Legs spread.
"Look at me," he commands.
I look at him. I can't look away.
"Breathe," he says.
He pushes deeper.
It hurts. It burns. But under the pain, there is a feeling of fullness, of completion that terrifies me.
He enters me inch by inch. Slow. Agonizingly slow. He watches my face the entire time, drinking in every wince, every gasp, every flutter of my lashes.
When he is finally fully sheathed, hilt deep inside me, he stops.
He closes his eyes and lets out a long, shuddering groan. It sounds like a man dying. Or a man finding religion.
"Fuck," he breathes. "You feel... perfect."
I feel split open. I feel invaded. But I also feel... anchored.
For the first time since he took me from my apartment, the hollowness inside me is gone. He fills the void.
He begins to move.
It’s not the frantic, animalistic fucking I expected. It’s a slow, grinding rhythm. He pulls almost all the way out, then thrusts back in, deep and hard, hitting a spot that makes my vision blur.
"Silas," I whimper.
"I’m here," he grunts. "I’m right here."
He picks up the pace. The bed frame hits the wall with a rhythmicthud-thud-thud. The handcuff rattles. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room.
It’s primal. It’s raw.
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. I can't help it. My body wants him. My body craves the friction, the weight, the sheer overwhelming force of him.
"That’s it," he growls, seeing my surrender. "Take it. Take all of it."
He releases my hand to grab my hip, bruising the skin, angling me for better access.
"Who do you belong to?" he demands, thrusting hard.
"You," I cry out, the truth tearing itself from my throat. "I belong to you."
"Who owns you?"
"Silas... Silas owns me."
"Good girl."
He speeds up, his control finally snapping. He fucks me with a desperate, possessive fury. Every thrust is a claim. Every movement saysYou are mine. You are mine. You are mine.
The pleasure builds again, faster this time, sharper.
"I’m close," I gasp.
"Go," he commands. "Come on my cock, Ivy. Do it."
