Page 73 of Hellebore

A dark smile pulls at my mouth. “Yes. And you’re dripping for it.”

I push deeper. The first piercing disappears inside her tight pussy.

She whimpers, back arching.

I immediately pull out.

“What the hell—” she snaps.

My hand flies down in a sharp, wet slap against her pussy. The sound cracks through the room. She cries out, legs trying to close as she kicks at me. “You fucking asshole!” Her hands fly up, punching at my chest.

That’s all it takes. The last thread of restraint snaps.

I grab her hips, haul her off the rug, and throw her onto the massive gothic bed. She bounces once before I’m on top of her, pinning her down with my weight. She fights hard, nails raking down my back, but I catch her wrists and slam them above her head.

I reach behind the tall bedpost and yank out the thick metal chain I installed there weeks ago. Cold links rattle as I wrap them around her wrists and lock them to the headboard. Before she can twist away, I grab the second set of chains hidden beneath the mattress, spread her legs wide, and secure her ankles. The restraints tighten with a heavy metallic clink, holding her completely open.

“Drystan, no—please—” she screams, voice breaking.

I settle between her chained thighs, my cock throbbing painfully. “You can take it, Briar.”

I rub the pierced head roughly over her swollen clit. Her screams melt into desperate moans. The sound only feeds the hunger raging through me.

I push forward. The first piercing sinks into her.

“Count,” I order.

“One!” she cries.

I grip her hips hard, fighting the urge to slam into her. Her walls squeeze me like a vice, scorching and impossibly tight, my jaw clenches, I push again.

“Two—”

I thrust deeper.

“Three— Four—” Her voice fractures. She yanks against the chains, metal clanging with every desperate pull.

“Five— Six.” Her eyes squeeze shut. “Drystan, I can’t— it’s too much⁠—”

“Eyes on me,” I say, voice rough. “Or I stop and start over.”

Her eyes snap open, wide with fear and heat. I thrust again.

“Seven… Eight— Oh God.”

With one final push, I bury myself to the hilt.

“Nine—” she screams.

I freeze.

My whole body shudders as her walls flutter and clench around every inch of me, every piercing locked deep inside her. My heart slams against my ribs. A broken groan tears from my throat. For the first time in years, something inside my chest feels… whole.

I stare down at where we’re joined, my cock buried deep inside her.

“Mine,” I rasp, hands sliding up her body to grip her waist. She whimpers as my fingers dig in. I fight the brutal urge to rut into her like an animal.

I hold still for a moment, savoring the way she pulses around me. The chains keep her spread and helpless beneath me.