“Because you’re safe here,” he says. “Your body knows. Your nervous system knows. Your mind just took a little longer to catch up.”
Those words land in my chest like an anchor. My breath deepens. I don’t argue. I lean into him more fully, hand splayed against his heart, feeling each heartbeat steady beneath my palm. I don’t want to leave.
And the comfort does something to me, a direct line to my core. Suddenly my body is on fire, desperate for him to show me how much he really wants me. “Prove it,” I whisper. “Show me how safe I am with you.”
And in a weird way, I want him to scare me while he’s doing it. Just a little. To show me he could dominate me, make me do whatever he wants—the threat of his ability to hurt me hanging over my head the whole time.
While also knowing he never ever would.
Without a word, he moves even closer, turning toward me. His tongue slips through my lips, his mouth taking mine like the conversation is over.
I respond, my lips loosening as I take him into my mouth, my own tongue tangling with his. I moan as his hands fist my hair, tugging at the scalp.
He yanks my head to the side and lays a trail of kisses from the shell of my ear, down my neck and throat, before stopping at the little dip in my clavicle bone.
“Take your clothes off,” he instructs, and as I peel them off he does the same. No fanfare. Straight to nakedness.
I admire his toned physique, streaked by moonlight. He looks like the statue of a god, fashioned out of gray and silver,offset by charcoal. His ink winding delicately yet intentionally over his body.
The metal bars and ring on his cock glint in the moonlight, emphasizing his length and girth.
My pulse skips, my pussy throbbing as it prepares for what’s next.
In a moment, the atmosphere shifts from something tender, intimate, to something far more carnal.
His eyes darken as his gaze trails over my body. He’s not here to play gentle—he’s here to take what he wants. To claim me.
My entire body tingles with anticipation, my nipples hardening under his gaze. Because right now, all I want to do is be claimed by Soren.
I want him to take all of me. I’ll give it to him willingly, but I want him to be rough. I want to feel him for days afterwards, for my body to remember this moment for far longer than the moment itself.
He pins my wrists above my head with one strong hand, his body pressing down on mine.
I gasp as he thrusts into me, slowly at first, his cock filling me completely, stretching my walls with a deliberate, possessive rhythm.
His eyes are locked on mine the entire time, dark and intense, like a predator claiming his territory.
I sense a rush of raw power surging through him, dangerous and unchecked, yet I melt under him, my breath hitching in trust. My body arches up to meet his, safe in the storm of his dominance, utterly consumed by the heat of his skin against mine as I grind up into him in rhythm with his thrusts.
He pulls out abruptly, flipping me onto my stomach with effortless strength, his grip firm on my hips as he yanks my ass up into the air, pulling me toward him.
As if sensing exactly what I need, he grabs my hair into a ponytail with his huge hand, pulling so hard on my scalp thatmy eyes water. He leans toward my ear, his breath warm. “You’re mine tonight, little poison,” his voice drops—low, rough, almost a growl. “I’m going to fuck the pain right out of you.”
I whimper, nodding eagerly, my fingers clutching the cushions, my thighs trembling in anticipation. He’s treating me with the roughness, the carnal desire, that I’ve always dreamed of. Who knew that being manhandled and punished by a giant madman with a pierced cock would have me melting into the floor like a puddle of jello?
He enters me from behind, forceful, slamming into me to his hilt. The momentum sends me forward, and for a second I think I might fly off the couch, but he grabs onto my hips and holds me in place as he continues to thrust.
His fingers are rough, digging into my flesh and angling my body in a way that serves his needs.
His piercings drag against my inner walls, adding to the way his cock stretches my pussy. I’m tight around him, and the intensity of his thrusts creates a delicious friction. “Oh god, more. Harder,” I cry out.
“Believe me, I’ll show you that’s exactly what I am,” his voice is deep and calm, and my body spasms at his words. I almost come right then and there, my religious schoolgirl upbringing bubbling up with an intensity I wasn’t expecting.Jesus fucking Christ, alright! He is my father, my sonandmy Holy Spirit right now. This must be heaven. Truly.
His palm cracks against my ass cheek, over and over—sharp, stinging slaps that will leave red handprints blooming on my skin, each one sending jolts of fiery pleasure and pain straight to my core, drowning out the ache I’ve carried all day.
I gasp, my body jolting forward with every smack, the burn spreading, making my clit throb and my pussy clench around his length.
Each time he pulls his hand away, my body tenses, bracing for the next spank that will cause me to jolt off his cock before slamming back against it.