“Don’t stop,” he commands. “I want more. You will give me everything, Abigail.”
“Yes!” I shout when he circles my clit with his tongue. “I’m yours. All yours.”
Ecstasy crashes in relentless waves, pleasure churning through me like a riptide. I’m powerless against him, completely at his mercy. I experience bliss at his whim, and he intends to drown me in it.
My head drops back on a primal scream of release as all of my emotional walls crumble away beneath his onslaught. I don’t have to hold myself together. I don’t have to pretend to be something I’m not. Dane has stripped me bare to reveal the dark truth at my core, and he’s still holding me as though I’m wanted. Valued. Worthy.
“That’s it,” he urges. “You’re mine.”
A third thick finger slides into me, and this time, the edge of pain is a sweet sharpness to my pleasure. He pumps into me in ruthless strokes, willing my body to accommodate him however he chooses. At the same time, his teeth graze my clit.
“Please…” I writhe in his grip, but there’s nowhere for me to go. “It’s too much… I can’t…”
“You can take it,” he says, a command rather than a reassurance. “I want another orgasm.”
My eyes slide closed on a low moan. Pain flares on my inner thigh when he sinks his teeth into my soft flesh in rebuke.
“Look at me.”
The deep green facets of his glittering eyes are sharp enough to cut into my soul.
“You belong to me, Abigail. Tell me.”
A tear slides down my cheek and wets my lips as I murmur, “I’m yours.”
He bites my thigh again, and I cry out at the shock of pain that layers over the waves of pleasure he’s coaxing from that sensitive spot inside me.
“Master,” he corrects me, his voice dark with warning.
“Master,” I whisper it like a prayer. “I’m yours, Master.”
He releases a savage sound, and he buries his face between my legs like he wants to devour me. My clit stings in sensitized protest after the multiple orgasms, but my master isn’t finished with me.
My core contracts helplessly around his invasive fingers as he plays me like his favorite instrument, drawing pleasure from my overstimulated body until I’m babbling and weeping for mercy.
But he has none.
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DANE
Mine.
It’s like something out of one of my most feverish fantasies: Abigail is calling meMasterwhile she cries and comes all over my face.
But this is real. Nothing has ever been more real in my life.
Until meeting her, I’d seen the world in cold, clinical terms. I assessed everything at a numb distance, and I was thoroughly in control because I wasn’t hampered by the frivolous emotions that weaken other people.
Now, I feeleverything.And I’ve never been more powerful.
These savage emotions Abigail evokes in me are almost debilitating at times, but my control over her makes me stronger than I’ve ever been.
This stunning, talented woman has chosen to give herself to me. She places her full trust in me.
It’s the greatest high I’ve ever known, even though she’s the one screaming out her orgasm right now.
Her pussy gives a weak flutter around my insistent fingers, tempting my own lust to rise to a maddening pitch. My cock is painfully hard, and I’ve been aching to bury myself in herwet heat. Only my control over her has given me the strength to restrain my most primal urges. I won’t rut into her like a beast when having her completely come undone is a far greater pleasure.
