When tears blur my vision, he releases me, only to repeat the sadistic binding on my opposite calf. My legs are free, but the thought of running away doesn’t even cross my mind. I’m immobilized by the pain, and I revel in enduring it for him.
With each of my harsh cries, I bask in his praise.
“Good girl. You scream so beautifully.”
His hands close around my waist, and he drags me upright.
“Kneel for me.”
My shins rest on the stone altar, and the pressure on the crisscrossed ropes is almost unbearable. I throw my head back on a garbled shriek, but he has no mercy.
He gently grasps my shoulders, pushing me down so that my knees fold more sharply. A fresh wave of agony ripples through me as the rough hemp digs into my muscle.
“You will kneel,” he says, stern and ruthless.
I heave in shuddering breaths and force my body to soften. I sink down until my butt touches my heels, and I can’t suppress a high whine.
Two fingers curl beneath my chin, tipping my head back so that I stare up at him. He looms over me, dark and imposing. The moon frames him from behind, rendering him a shadowy silhouette.
My demon prince, my fallen angel.
“Stay,” he commands.
I watch him with covetous eyes as he strips off his shirt and jeans, so that he’s gloriously naked. The moonlight illuminates his corded, rippling muscles, and I’m in awe of his powerful perfection.
His hand trails down the length of my spine.
“Such a beautiful sacrifice to your dark god.”
Pleasure shudders through me, and I arch into his touch.
He grasps my hips and gently directs me onto my back. The remains of the ancient altar are cool and damp beneath my bare skin, a delicious contrast to my desire-heated flesh.
His weight settles over me, and I part my thighs for him. His thick cock enters me in one brutal thrust, jarring my entire body to the edge of pain. I welcome its sweet sharpness. It makes this moment keen enough to cut, our twisted bond the most visceral thing I’ve ever experienced.
He drives into me in deep, demanding strokes, staking his claim over me. I loop my bound wrists over the back of his neck, pulling him closer. He nips at my lower lip where it pouts around the gag, heightening my pleasure with another little flare of pain.
My core tightens around him, and he grits his teeth in a feral snarl as he holds back his release.
He reaches between us and torments my nipples in the way I like best, dragging me to the edge with him.
“Abigail!” he roars out my name, and his hot seed pumps into me.
My own release claims me with vicious force, crashing through me in relentless waves. All I can do is moan and shake beneath him, clinging on as though he’s my anchor to reality.
As we both come down from our high, he frees the knotted cloth at the back of my head and tugs the gag free so that he can claim my lips in a branding kiss. I tip my head back and welcome him to ravage me.
I’ll gladly allow Dane to ruin me again and again.
For the rest of our lives.
EPILOGUE
ABIGAIL
Six Months Later
“Ihave a surprise for you,” Dane announces as soon as he comes home from work.
