Page 88 of Bound in Ashes

So perfectly full.

“This is mine,” he said, his voice rough. “This pussy. This body. You.”

“Yes.”

He pulled almost all the way out.

Then slid back in.

Slow.

Still so fucking slow.

“Say it.”

“I’m yours.”

“Again.”

“I’m yours, Jack.”

He set a rhythm.

Deep, deliberate thrusts that filled me completely but gave no quarter to the desperate need building again.

“Please,” I gasped. “Faster.”

“Not yet.”

Punishment.

This was punishment for every moment today he had to hold back.

“I want you to remember this,” he said, his eyes locked on mine. “Tomorrow, when you’re sore. When you feel me inside you with every step. I want you to remember that you begged for it.”

“Jack—”

“That you told me you were mine.”

He captured my head in his hands, holding me still.

“That you gave yourself to me.”

He thrust harder now, his face tense, his control slipping.

He slammed into me, his rhythm breaking into something desperate, brutal.

I wrapped my legs around his hips, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Come for me,” he ordered. “Come on my cock.”

He tried his hand down, tightening on my throat.

Sending me over the edge.

He followed seconds later, his cock pulsing against my thigh as he came.

We stayed there for a moment, both of us breathing hard.