"Mine," he whispers. Then he thrusts—deep, stretching me impossibly wide.
Pain blooms, sharp and burning. I cry out, tears springing to my eyes. He stills, allowing me to adjust, his body trembling with the effort of restraint.
"Breathe," he says, his voice strained. "Relax for me."
I try, focusing on his face above me, the pleasure evident there. Gradually, the pain recedes, replaced by a feeling of fullness, of rightness.
"That's it,"
"That's it," he praises, withdrawing slightly before pushing back in. "Fuck, so tight. My good girl. Take Daddy's cock."
The crude words should offend me, but they don't. They ignite something primal inside me, something that wants to be claimed, possessed, owned completely by this man.
He begins to move in earnest now, each thrust driving deeper than the last. The pain transforms, melting into pleasure so intense it steals my breath. My body yields to him, opening, accepting, welcoming his invasion.
"Mine," he groans, driving into me with controlled power. "All mine."
His rhythm increases, hips snapping against mine. The sound of flesh meeting flesh fills the room, punctuated by mygasps and his deep groans. One large hand slides beneath my hips, tilting them upward, changing the angle until he hits something inside me that makes me cry out.
"There it is," he says, satisfaction heavy in his voice. "That's where you need me, isn't it?"
"Yes," I gasp, clutching at his shoulders, his back, anywhere I can reach. "Please, Sabien?—"
"Please what?" He slows deliberately, making me whimper. "Tell me what you need."
I've never said such things before, never even thought them. But they spill from my lips without hesitation. "Please don't stop. Please…harder."
A feral smile spreads across his face. "Good girl."
He pounds relentlessly, each thrust precise and devastating. The pressure builds again, faster this time, more intense. His hand snakes between us, thumb finding that sensitive bundle of nerves, circling it in time with his thrusts.
Filthy words spill from his mouth, a steady stream of possession and praise. "Going to come inside you. Put my baby right here." His free hand splays across my lower belly, pressing down so I can feel him even deeper. "Fill this perfect little pussy with my come. Make you mine forever."
The explicit promise pushes me over the edge. I shatter screaming his name, walls clenching rhythmically around his thickness. The pleasure is blinding, consuming, obliterating everything but the sensation of him inside me, claiming me, completing me.
He follows immediately, his rhythm faltering as he drives in deep one final time. I feel him pulse inside me, flooding me hot and deep, marking me from within. He groans my name like a prayer, his powerful body shuddering above me.
"Mine," he whispers against my throat, hips still moving gently, working his release deeper inside me. "Forever."
Forever.
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Sabien
Morning.Sunlight streaming through the windows I forgot to close. I reach for Clara, still half-asleep, hand searching the sheets. Cold. Empty. My eyes snap open, body tensing. She's gone. Panic claws its way up my throat, irrational but unstoppable. Where is she? Did she regret it? Did she run? I'm out of bed in an instant, not bothering with clothes, stalking through the penthouse like a predator looking for prey.
"Clara?" My voice echoes through the empty rooms. No answer.
Fuck. FUCK.
The panic morphs into something darker, more possessive. I just found her. Just claimed her. She can't be gone. I won't allow it.
I grab pants, yank them on without underwear. My phone. Call building security. Have them lock down the exits. She couldn't have gotten far?—
The front door opens.
