Page 110 of Bleed with Me

“Aren’t you a naughty one, Nina?” Dorian’s fingers teasing my pussy drew another pleasurable groan from me and successfully dispersed my thoughts. “Whether I spank you or fuck you, you’re wet like a waterfall.”

“Can’t blame… a girl for… enjoying herself,” I panted, looking over my shoulder. Dorian’s gaze was glued to my ass and pussy, his hand caressing my sore skin. “Another round?”

His eyes found mine, a sadistic smirk lifting one corner of his lips, and he plunged his cock into me so hard I saw stars.

“Oh, fuck!” I moaned, pain quickly melting with searing pleasure. I gasped for air with each deep thrust bringing me closer to the release.

Realizing my arms were free, I leaned onto my elbows. Over my shoulder, I glimpsed Dorian’s lustful expression and hooded eyes. He looked so hot it almost physically hurt.

“You’re so deliciously tight, ma vilaine,” he groaned, noticing my secret glances. His hand sneaked under me, cupped my chin, and turned my face to the side. “So perfect.” His nose brushed against my flushed cheek. “So… mine.”

A primal moan broke out of me with his next push, my fingernails scratching the couch. He lifted himself and entangled his hand in my hair, forcing my back to arch.

“Shit!” I yelled, my body shaking violently, and I punched the couch. “Oh, God! Fuck!”

“Nina!” Dorian pulled me up harshly. “What did I tell you?”

I couldn’t answer. My ears buzzed, and my throat was dry. I was almost there. Just a tiny bit more.

“Nina,” Dorian growled into my ear from behind, pressing my back flush against his chest, his movements stopping. “Whose name are you supposed to moan?”

His cock throbbed inside me, my thoughts scrambled. Frustration flooded my system, but a firm hand around my throat forced me to remember how to speak.

“Your name,” I exhaled, clawing at his forearm. “Dorian.”

He smiled, resuming his torturously slow movements. I sank my fingernails into his thigh, hoping to make him go faster, but nothing. He softly pecked my cheek and licked a drop of sweat from my temple.

“That’s right,” he whispered, nibbling my ear. His hand moved down my abdomen between my legs, his fingers finding my clit. A zap of electricity shot through me, making my body twitch.

“And who am I to you, Nina?” he asked, pressing against my most sensitive spot.

“W-what?” I panted.

“Who am I to you?”

My mind was blank. The overwhelming pleasure combined with him disabled all my functioning brain cells, so I burst out the only thing that popped up.

“My husband!” I screamed, gasping for air.

“Who?” he demanded, slamming into me with renewed force.

“My husband!” I repeated, every nerve in my body tightening in expectation of an incoming orgasm.

“Exactly.” He let go of my throat, enveloping his glorious arms around me like a cage. “Your. Husband!”

I shattered into a million pieces. A violent pleasure tore through me, my toes curling and body shaking with exhaustion and unbelievable satisfaction. Dorian released his load inside me and collapsed on top of me, pushing me into the couch.

“Bloody hell,” he groaned, lifting himself just enough to not crush me with his weight. I was thankful but unable to say a word or make any sound.

What on earth was that?

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Nina

Iwoke before dawn. For a few disoriented seconds, I couldn’t understand why the mattress felt unfamiliar beneath me or why a heavy arm was draped possessively across my waist.

Lifting the cover, I glanced at my naked body as the memories crashed into me.