Page 43 of His Mark

Silas hummed, his lips sweeping the shell of my ear, his voice gravelly with satisfaction.

“Good girl.”

A broken sob escaped my throat, my body trembling, the sound choking off as he rotated his fingers inside me.

The pain and the pleasure collided, smashing together, blurring until I couldn’t tell the difference anymore. I shook all over, my muscles clenching, heat building, his body solid and warm against mine, his touch hard.

“Now come for me. One more time,” he commanded.

My body obeyed instantly.

Another orgasm crashed through me with violent intensity, ripping through my body with enough force to take the breath from my lungs. It went on and on, until I was gasping, clawing at the bed, until I was coming apart in his hands. Still, his fingers never slowed, his pace remaining brutal and pitiless. He fucked my ass with his fingers like they were his cock.

He didn’t let up.

Not when the orgasm tore through me, not when I shook and quivered, not even when I sobbed, my bottom sore inside and out, my body trembling, exhausted, and wrung out.

Not until I went limp.

Only then did his fingers finally still.

He pulled them out slowly, his other hand rubbing soothing circles over my lower back.

“That’s it,” he murmured in that sexy tone of his, rough with his restraint. “You did so well, my little mate. So perfect.”

His touch gentled, his fingers trailing over my hip, his palm flattening against the curve of my ass. The pain radiated outward, deep, aching, somehow satisfying in a way that I didn’t want to think about.

“Now it’s time for sassy little mates to learn what happens to their sassy little mouths. Get down on your knees, Wildcat.”

The next thing I knew, his hand was around my throat, and he was hauling me off his lap, pulling me up, spinning me, and throwing me down to my knees before him. I didn’t have time to fight. Not that it would have done any good.

His massive frame loomed over mine in the next instant, pinning me between his body and his bed, his golden eyes fierce and glittering with dominance, the line of his erection straining against the zipper of his jeans. Slowly, he reached down and freed his cock, taking it in his hand. The sight of it made my eyes open wide. Sure, I’d taken a fucking with it just the night before, but I hadn’tseenit. Not like this.

God help me, he was big. Long and thick. Veiny. Hard as stone. The kind of big that was always going to hurt just a little bit, no matter how gently he took me or how accustomed to him I became.

He leered down at me, and I couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped, couldn’t help the way my heart stuttered at the sight of him, the way my thighs clenched and my pussy pulsed instinctively.

“Silas,” I managed, panting, wide-eyed, trapped.

He slid his hand slowly up and down his shaft, and a low, rumbling growl vibrated through his chest.

“Open,” he commanded.

My lips parted in shock, the word slipping out without thought, unbidden: “W-what?”

His eyes darkened, his voice dipping even lower.

“Open. Your.Mouth.”

I stared at him.

Not more than a second’s hesitation had passed when he leaned down, his lips brushing my ear. “Last chance, Wildcat. Obey me or face the consequences.”

His hand glanced down against my breast, and I stiffened when he took my nipple in between his fingers. He pinched it sharply in warning and I gulped. I was going to have to obey him. I didn’t know how much more punishment I could take. My ass was already sore inside and out.

I took a deep, shuddering breath. Then, slowly, I opened my mouth.

“Good girl,” he crooned.

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