Page 83 of Unclench Me Softly

He’s thick. Hard. Already slick with need.

And I realize, he’s been holding back for me.

“I want to feel all of you,” I whisper. “Now.”

He growls. Low. Animal. Controlled fury turned to fire. “Hands. Above your head.”

I obey.

He lines up, slides the head of his cock through my slick folds, up and down, slow and punishing. “You’re so fucking wet,” he mutters. “You were made for this. For me.”

Then he thrusts. All the way in. One hard, deep, devastating stroke that knocks the air out of me.

I cry out. He curses.

“Tight,” he groans. “Fuck, Bliss, so fucking tight.”

He pulls out. Slams back in. Starts moving. Hard. Deep. Intentional.

Every thrust hits like a statement.

You’re mine.

You wanted this.

You begged.

You’ll beg again.

And I do.

I beg. I whimper. I moan his name like a mantra as he fucks me into the mattress like he’s claiming territory inside my body.

He grabs my wrists, holds them above my head with one hand, other hand sliding under my thigh, lifting it higher to hit deeper.

And it works. Oh god, it works.

He fucks me like he’s punishing me for ever pretending I didn’t want him. “Feel me?” he growls. “You’re gonna come on my cock now. Right now.”

I shatter, again, tighter, harder. So much more than the first.

My body clenches around him, back arching, mouth open, screaming his name into the candlelit dome as I come undone.

He groans. A deep, guttural sound like he’s being pulled under with me.

“Where?” he grits. “Tell me.”

“Inside,” I gasp. “Fuck, please, inside.”

He snarls, thrusts twice more, then stills, and comes. Hard. Deep. Buried in me like he’s been waiting to give this to me and no one else.

I feel every pulse. Every twitch. Every drop.

He stays inside me, breathing hard, forehead pressed to mine. Then finally, finally, he kisses me again. This one is different. Still deep. Still claiming. But softer now. Like he’s wrecked too. Like I wasn’t the only one who surrendered tonight.

He’s still inside me. His breath is slowing, chest pressed to mine, sweat cooling between us. One of his hands strokes down my ribs, then up again to cup my face. Thumb dragging over my cheekbone like he’s trying to memorize it.

I can’t move. Don’t want to. My body’s buzzing. Spent. Full of him in every way that matters.

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