Page 80 of Wrathful King
“That’s it, my girl,” he grunted against my ear before biting down on the sensitive flesh. My thighs shook and the orgasm heightened in intensity from the sound of his voice alone. He was my aphrodisiac. There was something about the way he called mehisand the way he looked at me. Like I was his sun and moon, his whole world. “Let it all out for me so I can hear you.”
His hand disappeared from between my legs to unbuckle his belt. I felt his erection brush against my backside, sending a shudder through me. His cock nudged against my ass cheek. Once, twice.
I gasped. “Amon…”
His huge cock pushed against my ass again. The anticipation grew alongside my pleasure.
“That’smyass.” My hand found his thigh and I dug my fingernails into him, needing him with renewed urgency. “Every fucking piece of you is fucking mine.”
He drew my wrists behind my back and used his thick leather belt to bind them together before his fingers moved back to my throat.
“Your pussy needs this, doesn’t it, my love?” He slid his cock between my legs while I was rendered completely immobile.
“Yes,” I choked out.
He thrust inside, and I gasped as pain exploded all over my core. “You’re so tight. So fucking tight.” His grunts filled my ears. “So fucking mine.”
His thrusts were hard and deep, the slap of his skin against mine echoing all around us. My body still remembered him and immediately fell into the rhythm, adjusting to his size and accommodating him. Pleasure started to war with the pain, and it was exactly what I needed.
Amon’s hold unwavering, we stared at each other in the mirror. The sight in front of me was breathtaking. He looked like a larger-than-life dark cloud devouring me alive.
My skin was sweaty and flushed. My body molded to his, meeting his thrusts. With his hand around my throat and my wrists bound, he owned me.
“More,” I whimpered.
His grip tightened, making my ears buzz.
“Look at how your body submits to me.” The dark possessiveness in his words should scare me.It didn’t. Instead, I relished in the pain and pleasure of him pounding me within an inch of my life. “Nobody else will ever have you. I’ll soak in their blood if they even try to take you from me.”
His rhythm ramped up the intensity. Harsh, hard, and fast. Sweat beaded on his forehead from the exertion. My breasts bounced and ached with arousal. My hip hit the marble counter, the sting of pain adding to the savage pleasure building in my core.
My moans mixed with his grunts. He tightened his grip on my throat, cutting off my oxygen. I couldn’t breathe. Black dots swam in my vision. It felt like I was about to experience the most blissful death when the orgasm slammed into me like a category-five hurricane.
Air and ecstasy rushed through me, making me feel deliciously faint. My knees buckled and I started to sway, but Amon bent me over the marble counter. The cold of it was a shock against my heated skin. My nipples pressed against the marble, scraping back and forth with each new thrust.
My pussy clenched around his length as he fucked me through my orgasm, hitting all the right spots. Again and again he rammed into me, pulling out only to slam back in, deeper than ever before.
The world spun and my cries intensified as he drove into me like a wild animal. He fucked me on and on, pleasure blending with pain. I didn’t know where he began and I ended or whether he was doing this for me or himself. We both needed this.
He took what he wanted, using me for his own pleasure. Flesh against flesh, my thighs slick with arousal. Another orgasm built in my core and erupted across my entire body. My mouth opened with a silent scream.
He pulled me up by my throat, my back hitting his clothed chest.
“Mine.” His hot breath filled my ear as he continued thrusting. “I love you, cinnamon girl,” he rasped.
He let out a feral, carnal growl, pounding harder for one, two, three strokes until warmth filled my insides. He shuddered, stilling suddenly, while my hips continued rolling against him until we were reduced to ash.
Both of us breathing harshly, time ceased to exist.
Amon held me tightly, the universe pushing us even closer together.
“I love you too. I always have and I always will.”
It was at this very moment that I knew for certain: we’d get past anything life threw at us.
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