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“This cunt,” he says with another deep thrust.
“Yours,” my breath mewls as he bites down on my lip and picks up the rhythm of his thrusts.
“These lips.”
“Yours.” The reply breaks as he hits deeper than before.
Everything is starting to fuzz. My extremities are buzzing. The heat deep in my core is overtaking all my senses. He’s all I can feel. His pleasure and his pain. It’s all him and only him. And my broken heart is weeping. My aching body is pulsating. My mind is blanking.
I’m his. All his. Only his.
Just the way it’s meant to be.
Henry takes, and I give. It doesn’t stop. Every rut. Every thrust. Every curse.
His, his, his!
“Mine,” he groans as my pussy squeezes around him. My insides twist, and my body shudders.
Everything fades but the heat of the pleasure he’s fucking into me. Out of me. It’s too much and not enough.
“More,” I beg, and he fucks me faster, harder, deeper.
The friction of our bodies echoes with the slapping of our skin, over and again.
“That’s it, darling, give it to me. Come,” he growls with one deep thrust.
So deep that it chokes my cry as I come undone for him. My body wrings itself with wave after wave of uncontainable pleasure as he continues fucking into me, faster and faster with his incoherent guttural curses as he pulls and pulls at my hair and his groin slaps into mine. I feel him thicken before he pushes off me, and his cum spurts all over me—my pussy, my thighs, and my stomach. Thick, milky ropes pool over my skin and spatter over my tits.
It’s only when I open my eyes that I notice he’s staring down at me. My head is too fuzzy to read his face, but it’s not good.
“You’re bleeding.” I hear his part-muffled and part-abrasive remark as I try to blink some clarity back to my senses.
It’s impossible. My pulse refuses to slow as my vision goes from fuzzy to downright blurry.
“My backpack,” I choke past the dread swelling in the back of my throat. “Backpack.”
“Don’t fucking move,” he snaps as I claw at the bedding, trying to drag myself off the bed.
The cold is biting at my skin. The dampness between my legs is turning to ice.
I don’t want to die.
“I said don’t fucking move,” Henry growls as the bed beside me dips. Suddenly, he’s cradling me while he brushes my hair from my face. “You should’ve told me,” he barks in a low voice.
“Backpack,” I repeat, blinking my eyes as open as I can.
The headache that comes with these bleeds is setting in, and I know that if I don’t stop it now, I’m buggered. But it doesn’t matter how hard I try to communicate because the words just don’t come. I’m thinking and thinking, and it’s not translating because I’m scared.
Fear engulfs me. It’s worse than death as it numbs me completely. The ice between my legs begins to spread all over. My chest hurts so much. I’ve never been so cold, and it’s never been so dark.
The world is crushing me.
I can’t breathe.
There’s nothing I can do as Mary’s words come back to haunt me. A warning I should’ve heeded.
The Duke of Gloucester has fucked me dead.
