Page 113 of Penance

“I don’t know if I can be gentle,” he growls. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

I shake my head.

“I don’t want you to be. Hurt me. I don’t care.”

I don’t have to ask him twice.

He flips us, still inside me, and I end up on my back underneath him.

A moment later, he starts moving.

Slow at first, so slow I think I’ll scream.

And then he speeds up, pushing deeper, harder, faster.

His hips meeting mine over and over again.

I grip his shoulders tightly, my head thrown back as I cry out.

I feel it all.

The burn.

The sting.

The ache.

The stretching inside of me.

The thickness of him filling me to the brim.

But there’s something else too, something I can’t quite place.

It’s a feeling that washes over me in wave after wave—a sense of belonging, of being wanted, of being cherished and loved in ways I never have been before.

I know this is wrong, but right now?

Right now, it feels so good.

It feels right.

He leans down and whispers in my ear again, his lips brushing against my skin when he speaks.

“Mine,” he growls, his thrusts becoming more ferocious, more demanding. “This pussy is mine. Do you understand?”

I do.

I understand because I feel it too. I don’t want anyone else to touch me like this.

Ever.

Only Draco.

His hips slam into mine, his mouth finding my neck and sucking hard.

Tears burn at the corners of my eyes, and I can feel myself getting close.

The world spins around me, but Draco is still here.

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