Page 39 of Hide From Me

For all his faults though, he stopped there and kissed me, not moving for several seconds. As if he were in tune with me and my needs, he seemed to know just when to move, and with every slide of his cock, my body seemed to get used to him, and somewhere in between that fine line of pain, I found the pleasure and that deep vibration of the pleasure building inside of me started with every thrust.

There was an entire world outside this room, but right now? It was just the two of us and our demons.

I moaned against his mouth as his pace increased, slowly at first, and so did that building pressure between my thighs and the blaze of fire deep within me. He pulled up from my lips, standing more straight, and as he thrust hard inside of me, I let out a cry of pleasure as he hit me even deeper.

His cock stroked along the most sensitive places of my pussy, and I arched my back off the surface of the bench. As I did, he reached down and yanked down the top of the dress, leaving my breasts exposed. The chill of the air instantly puckered my nipples, and his mouth was on me in seconds.

Every sensation, that of his cock as it slammed inside me and the feel of his tongue as it circled each taut peak, was so much and not enough at the same time. I slid my fingers into his hair as if that would give me any control.

I shuddered against him when his teeth grazed over one of my nipples and he slammed inside of me once more.

“Fuck, Cas. I can’t.”

I didn’t know what I couldn’t do. Come for him? Get attached to him? I wasn’t even sure what it was I wanted out of any of this.

His head lifted, and he looked up at me. The darkness should have scared me, but I’d come back for this. Why wasn’t I worried that this man could shatter me in more than just one way?

“You will do whatever I ask of you, blossom. You were never free.”

He pulled back, his cock sliding to the very edge, teasing me.

“You were the one to come back.”

He slipped inside me painfully slowly.

“I will protect you, blossom.”

He pulled out again, and I could almost hear some strain in his words, but was it from holding back now? Or something else?

“You will never leave me again.”

He thrust inside me.

“Ever.”

He pulled out.

“Again.”

And this time, he slammed into me over and over until that blazing fire inside me needed to explode. The burn of my next orgasm taking over every sense, every nerve.

“Never again,” I said.

And as he fucked me harder and harder, I meant it, because even if I wasn’t already broken and fucked up for this man, I was addicted to whatever he was doing to me.

I shattered around his cock, the walls of my core pulsing around him. Pulling and taking, but I couldn’t find relief or even a breath as he chased his own need. He used my body now, taking me over and over, pushing me from one orgasm to another.

His hand grabbed my exposed breast as he pumped into me over and over, and soon enough, I couldn’t drag in a breath against the quivering of every muscle of my sated body.

“Look at me, blossom. You will take all of me. You will—” he paused, and I swore his cock grew harder inside of me as he thrust in once, twice more, and then I felt his own release as his shaft pulsed inside of me and the heat of his spend spilled within me.

He collapsed on top of me, but he was gentle and braced himself, something I wasn’t sure I’d expected or not. He’d never been soft. He’d never been anything other than what I’d seen.

Big. Scary. Violent. And everything that I dreamed of.

He had the power to break me, more than I already was.

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