“Colour?”
“Green,” she whispered, wanting him to hurt her. “Harder, please.”
Titus stilled inside her, cock pulsing, stretching her to the edge of pain. “What was that?” He pulled out, only to sink in just as slowly as before. “You don’t get to make demands.”
He stroked along every nerve ending, driving her crazy. Pulling his hips all the way back, his left hand stoked over her shoulders to circle around her throat.
“Such a good girl,” he whispered at the same time he thrust himself to the hilt, and pulled her upright.
Rae choked out a cry, his fingers constricting, controlling her breath with every thrust of his hips. She groaned when he stopped moving, just keeping her impaled, her back pressed to his chest with his hand gripping her throat. The move had forced her arms tighter beneath her breasts, still crossed.
She tried to swallow, the effort harder with the restriction.
“Colour?” he asked, bringing the candle around the front so she could see it. He gently tipped it, the hot wax landing on her right nipple.
Her pussy clenched, and he groaned.
“Colour?” he asked again, this time sterner.
“Green,” she managed to say.
The wax hit her other nipple, her body flinching at the shock of heat, and then the quick cooling sensation. She’d never felt anything like it, her body so sensitive, that just his fingers pressing against her pulse felt as if he were stroking her clit.
“Ready?” he asked, voice a rumble against her spine. At her nod he released her neck. “Keep your head rested against my shoulder, and don’t move.”
She wasn’t sure if she could even move, so following the demand wasn’t hard.
His spare hand brushed across her breast, the wax already hard, flaking off with every breath. The candle dipped, splashing against her inner thigh at the same time he pinched her nipple. Rae thrust her head back, pussy so wet she soaked his thighs and the bed beneath. His cock remained exactly where it was, buried so deep she’d began to ache at the stretch, praying for friction.
“Please,” she begged.
“Please what?” He pinched her other nipple, the pain sharp, followed by an intense heat that had her sagging against him.
“Fuck me, please. Make me come.” She needed it. She needed him.
“You can take more.”
“No!” she was ready to sob, do anything he asked just to find the release she needed. “Please, just –”
Before she could finish, Titus had pulled his cock out, only to impale forward in a powerful thrust, stealing the air from her lungs. The momentum would have almost pushed her forward, if it wasn’t for his hand returning to her throat.
“Mine,” he growled against her skin, fingers rubbing her clit.
Rae couldn’t speak, couldn’t think but for the cock pistoning through her slick folds, drawing out so much pleasure she was sure she was going to pass out. Titus moved like a dancer, his hips gyrating in a brutal rhythm, his fingers knowing exactly how hard to touch her. To stroke.
It was what Rae needed, for her pleasure, and even her breath to be controlled while he fucked her like she deserved. Raw. Hard. Titus had a way of getting under her skin, making her forget about anything but him. Every thrust, every slice of pain was like a weight off her shoulders, the guilt of her choices evaporated by the man who so easily possessed her. And she fucking loved it.
Her orgasm was being pulled out of her with such force she screamed, her body convulsing around his still hard cock. He continued to rub her, drawing out the pleasure until she was nothing but a pathetic mess, and only when he stiffened behind her, his cock releasing deep inside did she finally let her tears fall.
Chapter31
Titus
Rae rested back against his chest, the hot water lapping at her breasts. The bubbles scented of lavender, the water milky from the oils he added.
“This is my favourite part,” he said, gently brushing the sponge down her left arm, and then her right. She’d relaxed against him entirely, her head resting against his chest, the bath big enough to fit them both, as well as his bloody wing.
“The bath?” she asked, turning to look at him.
