Page 218 of Nemesync
“I do,” I admitted.
I loved the pain he inflicted on me.
Lust and torment felt like ecstasy on my skin.
His lips traced my ear, kissing my jaw, my neck, and even my shoulder, “You’ve been such a bad girl tonight, Zanae. I can’t wait to be inside you and ruin you,” he vowed.
I heard the zip of his pants, and soon he was on his knees, his cock out, letting out a low breath at the first contact while sliding it up and down my core.
I sighed in frustration, blood stains and tears running down my cheeks. I knew I looked like a mess but I didn’t care.
I was dying from his touch.
And I wanted more. More pain, less control.
“Just fuck me already.”
He grabbed my neck and lifted me up, my back pressed against his chest.Warmth, so much warmth.
Tightening his grip around my throat, he leaned in beside my cheek. “Say please, Zanae,” he commanded, planting a kiss on my neck.
I could feel his grin against my skin. But I just bit his finger and turned my head to meet his gaze, his eyes ablaze. “I don’t beg, Elijah. Do it, or I’m doing it myself.”
He chuckled and gave me another spank. “Such a filthy pretty mouth.”
I let out a loud gasp as he thrusted into me, sliding only his tip.
“Fuck, Zanae. You’re so perfect for me.”
He then pushed himself deeper, in one powerful thrust, filling me perfectly, stretching me enough that the line between pain and pleasure blurred.
“Oh… fuck, fuck, fuck,” I moaned, lost in him.
His strokes were animalistic, making it hard to breathe. “You’re taking me so well,Milaya, so fucking well.”
It was him and I. Skin to skin. Heart to heart.
My head fell back on his chest, heavy, lost in him, his scent, his skin,his existence. “It feels... I... Eli... it feels so good.”
“Feel every inch of me. Your little cunt is in my hands now, and I know exactly what you need.”
He continued, adding speed with each thrust, more brutally, never stopping even as I felt like I was going to die from how addicting he felt. “And you need to be owned, to be marked and bruised.”
God, he felt sinfully divine.
“You need to have all your insolence fucked out of you,” he added, thrusting deeper, making my tits bounce so hard it bordered on painful. “Keep that reckless mind focused on thoughts of me inside you, so you can stop putting yourself in danger.”
Every thrust was torturously good.
He was right, I was aching for his profane touch, craving every twisted pleasure he gave me; because no one else could make me feel like this.
“It hurts so good,” my voice whispered, between small breaths. Silent tears of pleasure still streamed down my face.
He exhaled a long gasp, his hands gripping my hips harder, the hand around my throat tightening. “Let me show you just how dark things can get, Zanae. I’ll use my cock to corrupt you so thoroughly, you’ll never think about lying to me again.”
His words echoed against my skin, devastating every inch of my being. He didn’t slow down, not once.
“Collapse for me,” he ordered.
