"Please, please, please—"
"Who do you belong to?"
"You. I belong to you."
"Say my name."
"Gabriel. I belong to Gabriel. Please—"
I thrust into her in one hard stroke.
She screams—a sound of pure, desperate pleasure that echoes off the walls. I don't give her time to adjust. I set a punishing pace, driving into her again and again, my hips slamming against hers with enough force to shake the bed.
"This is mine," I growl, punctuating each word with a thrust. "This cunt. This body. You. All of it belongs to me."
"Yes," she sobs. "Yes, I'm yours, all yours—"
I reach up and wrap my hand around her throat. Not squeezing—not yet—just holding, feeling her pulse race beneath my palm. Her breath catches, her body arching into mine.
"You don't get to hide from me," I tell her, my voice savage. "You don't get to keep secrets. You don't get to pull away."
"I'm not—I didn't—"
I tighten my grip slightly, cutting off her words. "I can feel you drifting. I can feel you building walls. But you don't get walls. Not with me."
I release her throat and grab her hips instead, lifting them off the bed, changing the angle, so I'm hitting that spot deep inside that makes her see stars. She wails, her hands straining against the silk ties.
"I'm going to make you come so hard you forget your own name," I promise. "And then I'm going to do it again. And again. Until you remember that there's nothing in your life more important than this. Than us."
I reach between us and find her clit, rubbing in tight circles as I continue to pound into her. She's close—I can feel it in the way her walls flutter around me, hear it in the pitch of her moans.
"Come," I command. "Come for me now."
She shatters.
Her orgasm rips through her with violent intensity, her body convulsing, her cunt clenching around my cock so tight it's almost painful. She screams my name, tears leaking from beneath the blindfold, her whole body shaking with the force of her release.
I don't stop. I fuck her through it, extending her pleasure until she's sobbing, until she's begging me to stop, until the overstimulation makes her whole body twitch with every thrust.
"One more," I growl. "Give me one more."
"I can't—it's too much—"
"You can. You will." I increase the pressure on her clit, rubbing faster, harder. "Come for me again. Show me you're mine."
It doesn't take long. Her second orgasm crashes over her with even more force than the first, her back arching completely off the bed, her mouth open in a silent scream. I feel her pulse around me, and it's enough to send me over the edge.
I bury myself as deep as I can go and let go, spilling into her with a groan that feels like it's being ripped from my chest. The pleasure is overwhelming, obliterating—wave after wave of release that leaves me shaking, breathless, completely undone.
When it's over, I collapse beside her, my chest heaving. With trembling hands, I reach up and remove the blindfold, then untie the silk restraints, freeing her wrists.
She blinks at me, her eyes wet, her face flushed, her lips swollen. She looks ruined. She looks perfect.
"Gabriel," she whispers, and there's something in her voice—awe, maybe, or fear, or both.
I pull her into my arms, holding her against my chest, feeling her heart pound in time with mine.
"You're mine," I murmur into her hair. "Whatever happens, whatever secrets you're keeping, you're mine. Don't ever forget that."
