No abuse.
Nothing but absolute desire boiling over as I bite her shoulders, her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, savoring her reaction.
She tosses her head and pleads, “More, more,” while I defile her with bruises.
She’s too fucking beautiful.
This pure woman, welcoming me wholeheartedly, when all I know how to do is hurt to show my love.
It’s like she understands, though.
She knows and she isn’t just tolerating this like it’s the price of being with me.
No, she wants it.
She wants me.
She wants everything I give, and as that realization sinks in, I lick a hot trail up her inner thigh and bite down hard at the soft crease where her thigh meets her pussy.
I find wet, clenching folds and slip my fingers inside.
Of course, she’s ready.
So ready, gripping like a girl possessed.
Her inner walls suck my fingers while her whimpers make me frantic.
“Micah,” she begs. “Micah, please!”
One more goddamned minute.
I let her suffer just a moment longer.
I’m torturing myself too when I’m so hard I could fucking die, and the feel of her silky skin against me is torture.
Still, I hold off on biting down harder, harder, even as I plunge my fingers in and out, feeling her tighten and grip me so desperately, chasing that shivering rush of her breaths that means she’s so close to—
There!
I stop right before she unravels, right as she gives me the roughest whimper, begging to let go.
“Not yet, woman,” I growl. “Hold the fuck on.”
I slip my fingers out of her with one last sweep of my thumb over her clit, then replace my fingers with my cock.
Hands under her thighs, spreading her open, I lift her up.
Then I plunge down, mounting her with a single hard thrust, wild and rough and holding nothing back.
I kiss her just as brutally until our lips taste like bruises and our bodies crash together.
Fuck, I can’t hold back.
Clutching her closer, I take her hard, plunging into tight depths that envelop me in the burning pleasure of her flesh.
Pain slices down my back—her nails.
She claws at me, just as wild as I am, rising up to meet me.