Page 97 of His Mark

Even after all of that, with just the sound of his voice, he still had the power to make mewant, to make me ache for him.

“Yes, Alpha,” I rasped, my throat frayed from screaming.

“Good. Now come for me one last time, naughty girl,” he demanded.

“Oh, God,” I moaned.

He was still inside me, his cock still rock hard, and his hips began to move in slow, shallow circles. I whimpered, my legs shaking, my body trembling as he fucked me. His mouth was still pressed against my neck, his tongue teasing the edge of his mark.

His fingers trailed along the welts, soothing the harsh burn, his sandpaper palm skimming over the curve of my ass, rubbing light circles over the punished flesh. Then his other hand slipped beneath me, finding my clit and forcing my pleasure to a head in a fraction of a second.

I was too sensitive, too sore, too hurt, yet somehow, the rough pad of his finger on my swollen clit was enough to push me over the edge again.

I cried out, my muscles stretching, his powerful hands keeping me still as he fucked me through my orgasm. His cock pounded into me again, the crude sound of his hips slapping against my tender bottom filling the air, mixing with my pitiful moans.

My entire body seized up, the pleasure painful, the burn and the bliss and the ache consuming me. I cried out his name, my numb fingers clawing for purchase beneath me, the belt holding my wrists secure, not yielding to my struggles. My eyes rolled back in my head just as my toes curled and my inner walls clenched, over and over again as my orgasm blazed through me like fire to dry tinder.

He was ruthless.

His free hand slid into my hair, gripping the back of my head as he held me down, and my body went rigid as yet another orgasm tore through me, every overstimulated nerve alight with raw, merciless sensation.

Every second of that orgasm was agony.

Silas groaned, a bass, gravelly sound that made me shiver. His movements grew erratic, and he clamped his hand around the curve of my bruised hip, pulling me back onto him hard as his cock finally jerked, spilling his cum deep insideonce more.

He collapsed forward onto my back, pinning me against the log, panting, his teeth and tongue trailing over his mark, sending a fresh quake through me, the pleasure still simmering, my still breath coming too fast, too shaky.

Finally, he let go of me and rose, his palm smoothing down my spine. He leaned down and released the belt from around the roots.

“There,” he murmured, kissing my neck tenderly. “You did so well, Lia. You were such a good girl for me.”

His voice was soft, his touch soothing, gentle, and I sobbed.

“Shh, Lia,” he crooned quietly, as I lay helplessly over the log. His fingers traced over my welted skin, rubbing lightly, the acute, hot sting easing a little as the moments passed.

He didn’t rush, didn’t push. Just kept touching me, his palms soothing and warm, his lips pressing against his mark with soft kisses.

The world slowly came back into focus, the cool air wrapping around us, the soft rustling of the trees the only sound disturbing the otherwise silent forest. For a moment, I allowed myself to sink into the quiet, my muscles contracting and releasing, the throbbing, aching soreness seeping deep into my bones.

“You did well,” he murmured. “You were very brave, and you took your punishment beautifully, my good girl.”

A tremor ran down my spine.

He pressed another kiss to his mark, his breath hot on my neck.

“I’m so proud of you, Lia.”

The words, soft and gentle, sent a rush of emotion through me. My eyes burned, tears continuing to drip down my face. His lips ghosted over the edge of his mark, his free hand running through my hair, soothing, steadying, reassuring.

I sniffed back tears and worked to compose myself.

Slowly, he pulled his spent cock free from my well-punished hole and I let out a sigh of relief, right before my face flamed with embarrassment the moment his seed started to drip down the backs of my thighs.

Silas didn’t seem bothered by it. Instead, he carefullyreached overme, his hands gentle as he untied his belt from around my wrists, the rush of blood making my fingers tingle.Heexhaled deeply, as did I at the same moment. Wrapping one arm around my shoulders and the other behind my knees, he lifted me up against his chest, turned, and sat on the log in my place. I winced when he lowered me onto his lap.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured.

For a moment, I could do nothing but lean against him, letting him hold me, his strong arms protecting me. He was warm and safe, and I allowed myself to sink into him, letting the world fall away, if only for a few moments.

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