Page 54 of Depraved

“No,” I reassure him. “It was perfect.”

We’re perfect together, our souls aligned.

I eye the bulge between his legs where his cock is straining against the confines of his jeans.

“You need release, too,” I insist.

He shakes his head. “This was for you. I could stay here forever.”

I caress the perfect plane of his cheek. “Please. I need you inside me.”

He kisses my palm. “You must be sore.”

“I don’t care. I want to be with you.”

“Anything for you, Karolina.”

Yes, he would do anything for me. The lengths he’s gone to in order to work his way back into my life are deranged, but his devotion doesn’t scare me anymore.

Before this reunion, I would’ve given anything to see Brandon again, to kiss him and lean on him for support.

To feel his love and love him in return.

How could I be uneasy around him when my deepest, most impossible wish has been fulfilled?

He kisses his way down my legs and unties the ribbons around my ankles. When I’m free, he eases me to the polished parquet floor, arranging me on my knees so I’m facing the mirror. He looms behind me, arms enfolding me as though he’ll never let go.

I lean back into his possessive embrace, conveying my acceptance and desire to stay exactly where I am.

He picks up the pointe shoes again. This time, he wraps the ribbons around my wrists, binding them together at my lower back.

When he has me at his mercy once again, his hands rove to my breasts. He plucks at my hard nipples, gently pinching and rolling them between his deft fingers. I arch into him, silently begging for more.

He increases the pressure, tugging my tight buds to give me little bites of sweet pain. Hot lines of pleasure sizzle from my breasts straight to my pussy, and my core contracts, craving to be filled.

“Fuck me,” I breathe, somewhere between a plea and a breathy demand.

His chuckle rolls over my nape. “So bossy. Whatever you desire, I obey.”

He has me bound and thoroughly in his power, but I’m ultimately the one in control. I could stop this with a word, but I never want it to end.

I lick my lips in wanton desire as he frees his cock from his jeans. He quickly grabs a condom from his pocket and sheathes his dick.

I want to feel him inside me without a barrier between us, but I know it’s best to use protection until I can get on birth control. It’s far too soon to think about starting a family with Brandon. I want to enjoy our time together before we discuss that step.

Our whole future unfolds before me. He bought this house for us. We have decades to create beautiful memories here, to share a life together forever.

He’s mine, and I’m his.

As though he senses my thoughts, he caresses my wet pussy.

“This is all mine,” he growls.

“Yours,” I agree. “I’ve always been yours.”

He penetrates me in one harsh thrust, as though he can’t hold himself back. I revel in the ache of his rough claim.

“Just like that,” I demand before he can worry that he hurt me. “Fuck me hard.”