“I want it,” I whisper. “I want all of you.”
He lines up, tip pressing into my entrance.
The stretch is exquisite. My pussy clenches around him inch by inch as he pushes inside. He’s too big—but he goes slow, pausing, letting me adjust.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growls. “So tight. So warm. Gods, Aria?—”
When he bottoms out, we both gasp.
He doesn’t move. Just looks down at me, eyes blazing.
“Say it,” he whispers.
“I’m yours,” I breathe. “I’ve always been yours.”
That breaks him.
He starts to move—slow at first, long, deep strokes that leave me gasping. My fingers clutch at his back, nails dragging across his skin. He groans, hips slamming into mine harder now.
The sound of flesh on flesh fills the chamber. Each thrust punches moans from my lips. He hits every spot, every nerve, every fire.
“You were made for me,” he grits out. “This pussy—fuck—it’s mine.”
“Yes,” I cry. “Yes, it’s yours. Always.”
He shifts, lifting one of my legs over his shoulder. The angle is devastating. His cock drives deep, brushing my cervix, and I scream.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Take it. Let me break you.”
I’m gone—writhing beneath him, cunt soaked and clenching. His thumb finds my clit again, and with one rub, I explode.
The orgasm rips through me. I scream, body seizing. He never stops.
He fucks me through it—pounding harder now, rougher. His hands dig into my hips.
“Come for me again,” he commands.
I do. Minutes later, still sensitive, I shatter again—this time sobbing.
“I can’t—Aebon—I can’t?—”
“Yes, you can,” he growls. “You’re mine. You take all of me.”
He pulls out and flips me—strong arms moving me like nothing. I’m on all fours before I can blink. He slams back in from behind, and I cry out.
His cock drives into me, thick and perfect. One hand fists in my hair, the other slaps my ass.
“You like that?” he snarls.
“Yes! Gods, yes!”
He fucks me brutally now—fast, deep, merciless. My pussy milks him, slick and clenching. He grunts, thrusts faltering.
“I’m gonna come,” he gasps. “Where do you want it?”
“Inside,” I beg. “Fill me.”
His roar shakes the walls. He slams deep and stays there—cock twitching, filling me with heat. I feel every pulse.
