Page 48 of Take Me Darkly

“Freeing you.” His hands made quick work of all the knots, releasing my arms and legs. Then, in one swift motion, he gripped my hips and flipped me onto my stomach with surprising ease. “On your hands and knees.”

My arms trembled as I moved into position, my body still shaking from the orgasm. I felt exposed like this, vulnerable in a completely different way. My heart hammered, and anticipation coiled low in my belly.

His hands smoothed over my backside, kneading the flesh.

“I love this ass,” he murmured.

He aligned himself behind me, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance from this deep, sharp angle. When he drove forward, burying himself completely, a loud gasp ripped from my throat. It was deeper, fuller, hitting spots that made my vision blur. I collapsed onto my forearms, my face buried in the satin sheets, giving myself over to the primal rhythm.

This was who I was now—a woman unabashedly claiming her own pleasure.

Then, I felt a new sensation. Anton’s thumb, slick with lubricant, pressed firmly against my secondary entrance.

The forbidden one.

My breath caught. “Anton⁠—”

“Trust me, princess. You have your safeword,” he reminded, his voice heavy with desire.

“Yes,” I gasped, bowing my head into the mattress. “I trust you.”

He applied a firm, steady pressure with his thumb, stretching me slowly. The sensation was intense, pushing right up against the edge of pain before settling into a deep, unbelievable fullness. My body tensed, then yielded under his gentle touch.

“Breathe for me,” Anton commanded, his free hand stroking a soothing path down my back. “Relax. Let me in.”

I forced myself to exhale, to relax the muscles that wanted to resist. As I surrendered, his thumb slid deeper.

I whimpered. The feeling of absolute possession was overwhelming. Being filled both ways made me feel claimed in a way I had never imagined possible.

I felt possessed. Owned.

Yet instead of feeling diminished, a fierce surge of power bloomed in my chest. I was choosing this. I was choosing him, choosing to burn every last inhibition to ash.

“You feel incredible,” Anton groaned, his hips snapping forward harder now. “So tight. So hot. So fucking mine.”

“Yours,” I cried out, the word torn from the depths of my soul. “I’m yours, Anton!”

The rhythm went wild, his body moving in perfect synchronization with his hand, creating a spiral of sensation that defied words. It was raw, dirty, and utterly shameless—and I loved every second of it.

I loved the way my body responded to his dominance. I loved that he craved me with this dark intensity. I loved giving him a level of trust I had never granted another living soul.

“Anton!” I whimpered, my inner walls spasming as a final, blinding orgasm flared to life. “I’m going to⁠—”

“Give it to me!” his voice broke, his iron control finally snapping. “Come for me, Serena! Show me you’re mine!”

The orgasm crashed over me with terrifying force. My entire frame seized, waves of intense pleasure radiating from my core so violently that a raw scream tore from my throat. Above me, Anton let out a guttural roar, driving deep one last time as his own release exploded inside me.

We collapsed together, his body covering mine, both of us gasping for air. My limbs felt like liquid, my mind blissfully empty of everything except sensation and satisfaction and a bone-deep contentment I’d never known.

After a long moment, Anton carefully withdrew, rolling onto his side and pulling me tightly against his chest. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent of sandalwood and sweat, feeling completely safe.

“Are you alright?” he murmured, his hand stroking a gentle path up and down my back.

“Better than alright.” I pressed a kiss to his shoulder, tasting salt and skin. “That was...”

“Incredible?” he supplied when I trailed off.

“Freeing.” The word came out before I could stop it, but it was the right word. The only word. “It felt completely freeing.”