Her face tightened in a wince, and I grabbed her jaw, forcing her to meet my gaze.
“Take me in, Alina,” I commanded, voice sharp and hungry. “Allof me.”
She nodded—obedient, desperate.
I slid deeper, inch by inch, until I was fully buried inside her. Fuck, she felt incredible—tight, wet, pulsing around me like her body was made to be filled by mine. My fingertips trailed down her bound arms, down her breasts, tracing her curves with greedy devotion. I found every sensitive spot, teasing her nipple with my thumb while driving into her in slow thrusts.
Her moans were addictive. Every sound she made fed the fire inside me.
“I’m on fire for you,” she gasped, voice cracked and needy. “Fuck me deeper.”
“Good girl,” I growled.
I grabbed her hips and picked up the pace, thrusting harder now, letting the sound of our bodies slapping together fill the room. Shecried out, her bound wrists pulling at the sheets, her back arching as I fucked her with relentless purpose.
But just when her breath hitched—just when her body started to tremble, on the edge of release—I pulled out.
Her scream of frustration tore through the air. “Balthazar!” she cried. “You’re torturing me! Get back inside me!”
I smirked, my fingers brushing her nipples in lazy circles. “Not yet.”
She let out a desperate, primal groan. Her thighs clenched. Her eyes burned.
“Take me, Balthazar,” she begged. “Fuck me. Please.”
Her voice—ragged, raw, soaked in need—was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard.
And I wasn’t finished breaking her yet.
“Who do you belong to?” I murmured, my lips hovering just above hers—so close, she could feel the heat of my breath against her parted mouth.
“I belong to you,” she whispered.
“Say it again,” I demanded as I exhaled against her lips.
“I’m yours, Balthazar,” she moaned. “Yours… yours… only yours.”
A wicked grin carved across my face. I grabbed my cock and slammed into her again, deep and hard, making her cry out as her bound body writhed beneath mine. I fucked her mercilessly, unrelentingly, using her as she begged for it—driving her closer and closer to the edge with every brutal thrust. Her cries filled the room, breathless and soaked with raw need.
She shattered beneath me, screaming my name as her climax took her—violent, unrestrained, divine. Her body convulsed around my cock, and I let go, groaning through clenched teeth as I emptied myself inside her.
Spent, I collapsed over her, our slick bodies tangled in sweat and shadow. I reached up to untie her wrists, and the moment she was free, her fingers raked down my back, nails biting into my flesh.
I laughed darkly. “So, my submissive little kitten still has claws.” I leaned in, nipping at her ear. “Good. I can work with that.”
My hand slid between her legs, fingers slipping into the wet heat of her ruined core. She gasped, body twitching.
“Don’t start another fire if you aren’t ready to burn again,” I growled.
“Who says I’m not ready?” she purred, eyes gleaming with dangerous promise.
“Oh, you wicked little vixen,” I snarled, already hardening again.
This time, I didn’t wait.
I rolled her beneath me and fucked herhard—no tenderness, just raw, reckless need. My thrusts were fast, slamming into her, our skin slapping, the room thick with the sounds of sex and moaning. She was so sensitive that she came the moment I entered her, crying out, her nails scoring my back again.
I roared my release, hips jerking as I pumped into her, hot and rough, giving her everything, no holding back, no restraint.
