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My hands move, grabbing hold of her wrists and forcing them above her head. My chest compresses against hers. My piercings scrape against her nipples.

The sensation hits hard and fast. A thousand pleasure-filled pins and needles exploding outwards.

And with her wrists in my hold, I meet her eyes. I attempt to convey my intent.

She opens her mouth.

I’m terrified she will say red.

“Re—” She shakes her head. “Reuben, please.”

Squeezing her wrists tighter, I slam my cock the rest of the way into her. I can tell it’s too much by the resistance, by the way her body attempts to escape. By the water that leaks from her eyes.

But she doesn’t say red.

It infuriates me.

“Say red!” I growl at her, suddenly angry. “If it’s too much, if I’m hurting you!”

“No!” And then she rocks up into me.

My cock disappears inside her.

It’s the first woman who has taken all of me. Who hasn’t run from me, screaming.

“Fuck! Cinnamon! What are you doing to me?!”

She has unlocked a valve, opened up years of control. Unleashed a monster I never knew existed within.

And then I am pounding into her, her pliable body taking every piece of me. I feel my piercing hit a spot within, and it causes her to moan loudly.

For her eyes to squeeze shut.

I keep hitting the same spot.

Over.

And over.

And over.

A relentless rhythm.

My balls tighten, my pleasure is poised to escape.

Her eyes flash open, her wrists rip free from my hold, and she grabs onto my shoulders.

Her nails dig into my skin, tugging me down to her, further inside.

And then she writhes, rocking up and up into me.

“Reuben!” Her scream dissolves the last of my resolve.

My cock jerks and spasms as I come deep within her.

But I don’t release her, simply staring down at her in awe.

She has changed so much in such a short time, and now I could not imagine a single minute without her in my life.