Page 54 of Savage Devotion

"I can feel you getting close," he observes, watching my movements become less coordinated. "Your thighs are shaking, princess. You're going to come with that toy in your cunt and my cock in your mouth, aren't you?"

The filthy words push me closer to the edge. I moan around him, the vibrations making his hips jerk upward.

"That's it," he encourages, somehow reclaiming control despite his bound position. "Fuck yourself faster. Yeah, like that. I want to watch you fall apart like the dirty slut I know you can be."

I obey without thinking, increasing the pace of the dildo while taking him impossibly deeper. The pleasure builds, a tight coil of heat spreading from my core to my extremities.

When I come, it's with his cock pressed against the back of my throat and the glass toy buried deep inside me. The contractions ripple through me in waves, my body clamping down on the glass object as my vision blurs with intensity.

I pull off him gasping, body still trembling with aftershocks.

"Fuck, Dante—"

Before I can catch my breath, he's somehow maneuvered out of the restraints.Asshole.Those clever fingers that I should have known would find a way to free themselves have done exactly that.

He flips our positions, pinning me beneath him, my legs still splayed wide.

"My turn," he growls, gripping the base of the dildo and twisting it sharply.

A strangled cry escapes me as he begins fucking me with the toy, the overstimulation bordering on exquisite torture. My still-sensitive walls clench around the glass as he sets a punishing pace.

"You think you can control me?" he asks, voice dark with promise. "You think you can make me beg?"

"Y-yes," I gasp, body arching as he hits a spot that makes my vision blur.

His smile is predatory. "Then you'd better be prepared for the consequences."

He withdraws the toy suddenly, leaving me empty and aching. Before I can protest, he's positioned himself at my entrance, the blunt head of his cock pressing insistently against my slick folds.

"This fucking pussy is mine," he growls, pushing inside with one powerful thrust that seats him fully. "You are mine. Remember that."

I cry out as he fills me completely, the stretch more intense after the toy has already worked me open. He pins my hands above my head, mirroring the position he'd been in just moments before.

"Now," he says against my throat, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. "Now I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember who was in control tonight."

His pace is relentless, each thrust pushing me higher toward another peak I didn't think possible. The sound of skin against skin, of his harsh breathing mingling with my moans, fills the room like the most primal music.

When he reaches between us to circle my clit with his thumb, I shatter again, walls clenching around him in rhythmic pulses. My release triggers his own, his body tensing above me as he empties himself with a hoarse shout of my name.

After, he collapses beside me, drawing me against his heaving chest. His heart thunders beneath my ear, matching the frantic pace of my own.

"Christ," he murmurs into my hair, arms tightening around me. I smile against his skin, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. "Don't get too comfortable. We're not done yet, princess."

Chapter Fifteen

Dante

I wake before dawn, Francesca's sleeping form curled against my chest.

She breathes evenly, peacefully. A difference to how I had her screaming my name, desperate for her next breath last night.

But last night… it changed something.

I stare at the ceiling, tracing patterns in the ancient plaster while memories flood back. Her dominance. My surrender. The temporary shift in power that should have enraged me… but instead it unlocked something I've kept buried since childhood.

Vulnerability.

My phone vibrates on the nightstand, the screen illuminating with a message. I slide from bed carefully, ensuring she remains undisturbed as I retrieve the device.

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