He is merciless with my body as he brings me down onto his cock over and over again. My moans mixed with my cries echo through the air. The low, dark sounds he makes turn me on more.
“Gabriel,” I whine. “It’s too much.”
“It’s not too much, baby. Ride me. Let yourself go.”
Every motion brushes my breasts against his chest. I think my legs might give out even though I’m on the ground. Never have I felt this full, this consumed, this… alive.
With a growl, Gabriel grabs my backside and pulls me back and forth on top of him. His cock hits every inch within my hidden space. I’m not sure I’ll survive this night.
“Oh,” I moan into the night. Despite the pain, it feels good. Too good. “Oh!”
“That’s it,” he says darkly into my neck, planting kisses there. “That’s it, baby. That’s it. You are mine.” He brings my hips down hard onto his erection. My cry gets caught in my throat, coming out choked.
In one quick motion, Gabriel lowers me onto my back and brings my ankles to his shoulders as he sits up, still keeping his cock inside of me. He thrusts his hips forward, sinking deeper.
I moan and cry and whimper.
“You.” Thrust. “Are.” Thrust. “Mine.” He claims me like a madman. Like a caveman who’s been deprived of touch in a long time. Gabriel grips my ankles, never letting me go.
“Gabriel,” I moan. “Oh!” My hands splay out on either side of my head. I have lost the fight.
I have truly given myself over to the man I both hate and care for. To my captor and my husband.
“Touch your breasts,” he says darkly.
I cup my breasts, running my fingers over my nipples. Gabriel thrusts into me harder. Under the moonlight, he looks ethereal, like he’s not even human.
“You are beautiful,” he rasps out.
“Oh,” is all I can say. I’m not sure anymore words could come to me even if I wanted to.
He fucks me harder and harder and harder. This is what it’s like to be truly claimed by someone. It’s scary but it’s also magical.
“Come for me,” he demands. “Now.” He drives his length deeper into me. The pain and pleasure mixed with his command sends me over the edge.
My cry rips through the air as my orgasm hits me. Gabriel thrusts into me once, twice, three times more before he finds his own release.
The sight of him shudder and shaking makes me feel closer to him. In this moment, I think I could fall in love with him.
He pulls himself out of my pussy and lays down beside me. Both of us are breathing heavy.
I’m sore. I feel a wetness on my inner thighs. Reaching down, I touch my thigh and my fingers come back with blood. Gabriel did fuck me bloody.
“I’ll let you see your father,” he says in a gruff voice.
I look at him sharply. “What?”
“I’ll let your see your father,” he repeats, staring at the sky. “I shouldn’t have kept you from him.”
“You’re really doing this?” Hope blooms in my chest.
Gabriel finally looks at me, placing his hand over my stomach. “Make no mistake, Aurora. You are mine. You will come back to me. But I’ll let you see your father. I know it would make you happy.”
“Thank you.”
His hand sinks lower and cups my pussy. A flare of arousal hits me. “I took you good. I know that. Never forget it.” He brings his bloody finger to his lips and licks it. “You are mine. Always.”
His claim to me doesn’t bother me this time. Instead, it gives me hope that me and Gabriel could have a future together.
