My mouth hung open, but I failed to produce any answer. It was hard enough to form thoughts. It was cruel to ask me to think at a moment like this. I rested my forehead against his, giving up on finding my voice.
He let himself slide out, lifting me up and flipping me on all fours. He lined the tip of his cock up with my entrance once more, but stayed perfectly still. “Beg for it.”
I glared over my shoulder. I lowered my torso so my face was touching the ground, pushing my hips back on him.
He pulled it away again.
“Uh-uh! You should know better than anyone how we ask for things.” He smirked. “I want to hear you beg.”
“Please,” I pleaded. “Please, I... need it inside. I feel soempty,” I whined, glancing over my shoulder from the floor. “I want to lose my voice by the time I’m done screaming your name.”
There was a psychotic glint in his eye. He had been waiting for this, to see me like a cat in heat. This was exactly what he meant when he said he wanted to possess everything. The last thing was my damned mind as he drove me off the cliffs of insanity. I did not care as long as he gave me what I craved.
He failed to hold back any longer, thrusting his length fully into me, the position letting him reach deeper than I thought possible, and my relaxed state welcomed it to the hilt.
I flinched and gripped the fur blanket on the ground before me to keep from heaving forward from the force.
He thrusted with such vigor it made me question if it was possible to bruise the inside of my body.His rippled body towered over me, turning me into a panting puddle on the floor.
I feared his voracity would make me melt in more ways than one.
He hit that deep, hidden spot over and over as my body became numb from pleasure. All I could feel was him. Every thrust, touch, and grab. Every sensation made me lose my mind further. The sounds that came from my mouth surprised me, as I had never heard such vile noises in my life.
He turned me over, wrapping my legs around his waist. His face looked flustered but determined. One might assume that he looked like he was still holding back.
Not if I could help it.
My hips rolled into him, and I moaned, letting my mouth drop open to say something, but the only thing I could manage was his name.
His movements got rougher, hungrier, and desperate. He was coming close.
I could feel it.
His full length slammed deep inside me, all the way to the hilt. A smirk slipped across my lips as I moved my hips against him, meeting his movements. My eyes met his briefly, begging him for more.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he said breathlessly, his skin glistening in the warmth. “I won’t be able to stop.”
I gave him a drunken smile, high from venom and lust. “Then don’t,” I moaned, making sure to meet his gaze as I gripped one of my breasts, using my other hand to touch myself above the place he was penetrating.
His breathing picked up, and he thrust harder, lifting my hips to penetrate deeper.
“Silas!” I yelped, my legs gripping around his waist and clenching my eyes shut.
He leaned over me and wrapped his arms around my waist.
With one final shove, he pushed as far into me as he could, holding my body down so I couldn’t squirm away.
An acute pain pricked the inside of my vaginal wall.
“Stop!” I cried instinctually, but the pain faded as fast as it came. All I could feel was a periodic throbbing of his cock, and the feeling of his hot cum dripping out.
My breathing came quick, unaware of how much energy I had used for this endeavor, our chests rising and falling against one another.
His embrace tightened as he hid his face in my neck.
“You . . .”
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, kissing the skin on my shoulder and up to my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair and keeping me in place, pushing his hips firmly into mine.
