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Breaking into pieces at his behest.

Rising to meet him, colliding in the middle.

She fell apart with a scream, clutching at him as though letting go would kill her, and felt her inner muscles spasm around his cock. There was no stopping it, no time to process the enormity of the orgasm before it shredded her, razing her to ash.

“Fuck, yes, that’s a good fucking girl.” The pride in his voice barely registered.

He didn’t stop, didn’t even slow down.

Pumping turned into a hard, measured pounding. The air was knocked from her lungs repeatedly, her heart bouncing off her ribcage as he growled and slid his hand under her butt, his fingertips gripping her cheek in a bruising hold and lifting her off the rug.

One particularly hard thrust rekindled her dwindling orgasm.

The next stoked the ebbing bliss to incendiary proportions.

On the third, he drove deeper than he’d gone before, the base of his shaft slamming into her clit as his crown punched something in the very depths of her core, igniting an unholy pain that merged seamlessly with her pleasure and became invincible.

She clawed at him as her pussy greedily milked the obscene shaft filling her so completely. His groans were rough and satisfied, not as loud as her keening cries. They were so tightly wedged together, she felt each wrenching jerk of his cock before she washed away on a tide of delirium.

Chapter Nine

Merrick

Christ.

JesusfuckingChrist.

Sated beyond belief, more grateful than she would ever know, Merrick closed his eyes and tried not to collapse on Tamsyn. The muscles in his arms shivered with fatigue as he held himself aloft, utter bliss coursing through his veins as her pussy continued to flutter around his shaft in post-orgasm aftershocks.

She’d taken all of him, in the end.

The responsible part of his brain told him to move, to begin the process of tending to her and get ahead of the pain before it kicked in, but the sex-addled part urged him to stayright herefor the foreseeable future. Right here in all this snug warmth, covering her trembling body with his, because this was home.

Breathing hard, he thanked every god in existence for the miracle of her.

After a few minutes of simply floating on the high with her, he finally found the energy to do something productive. Opening his eyes, he studied her face, relieved to find her features loose and peaceful.

She hadn’t passed out, but she sure as hell hadn’t come back to earth yet.

Kissing her slack mouth gently, he shifted to grasp the condom as he eased out of her carefully. Her quiet moan twisted his heart, digging warning claws into his chest that threatened to tear him to pieces if he hurt her. “Little owl, if you can hear me, open your eyes.”

It took a few seconds, but they cracked open, barely enough for him to see the tawny color. Her lips attempted a wavering smile, which reassured him.

“I know you’re tired, darlin’. Sleep if you want. Gonna take care of you, okay?” Because those kiss-stung lips were so tempting, he kissed her again sweetly. “You were perfect, Tamsyn. Absolutely perfect.”

She whimpered in answer.

With effort, he rolled off her and stripped off the condom, tossing it into the fire. His hands roamed over her, checking for bruises, any signs he’d hurt her. Finding none, he assessed her pussy, growling under his breath.

Swollen, a little bruised, a minimal amount of blood.

Stroking his hand down the inside of her thigh, he pushed to his feet and stalked into the bathroom. The candles were still lit, the water still in the tub from earlier. He pulled the plug and, while he waited for the cold water to drain, hunted through the medicine cabinet for ibuprofen and the tea tree oil gel his previous subs swore by after a round with him.

Filling the drinking glass by the sink with water, he carried it and the ibuprofen back into the bedroom, kneeling beside Tamsyn. She hadn’t moved a muscle, he noted. She remained exactly as he’d left her, her skin glowing in the firelight, and she was… divine.

Setting the glass down, he popped two pills from the packet, then reconsidered and added a third. Sliding his hand under her head, he urged her to sit up. “Tamsyn, I need you to come around a bit. Not for long.”

She groaned quietly and muttered a load of gibberish.

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