Page 893 of Coal Hearts

It burst with sparkling love on my tongue.

Undiluted delicious love.

I shivered to taste everything.

Her pleasure, her pain, her blood...

“You’re mine now.” I held her firm. “Do you agree?”

She shivered and nodded. “I am. Just like you’re mine.”

“I am. Every damn piece. Since the day I was born.”

Backing her toward the bed, I spun her around and cupped her breasts from behind. Her ass pressed against my cock as I bent her over the mattress and kicked her ankles apart.

She panted as I dove my hand between her legs. “Oh, God—”

“Moan my name, not His.” Inserting a single finger inside her, a guttural groan echoed around my heart as I found her wet and hot and eager. I shoved her straight into those flames crackling through my blood.

“Every time, little nightmare. Every time you’re wet for me.”

“And you know how to make me wetter.”

“You’re right.” I gave her a second finger. “I do.”

Her hips arched as she rested on her elbows. The high bed kept her at a perfect angle. Her ass round and bare. Her body begging me to take her. Roughly, meanly, completely.

Soon, I’d spank her. Soon, I’d mark her with my handprint and thrust against her hot flesh as she came.

But first...a few rules.

Pumping two fingers inside her, I jerked myself off with my other hand. “Within these walls, I expect you to always be ready for me.”

Her head hung as her legs spread even wider. “Always.”

“When I snap my fingers, if you want to play, you kneel for me, do you agree?”

She cried out as I used her wetness to swirl around her clit. “I agree.”

“Every time we play, I am your ruler but never your Master. I can’t be because you’re mine. Give me the safe word, and I stop without question, understand?”

“Yes. Yes. I understand.”

I lined up behind her, obsessed at the view. My heart thundered with the need to be inside her. “And when we finish—when you’re dripping for me, panting for me, and most likely bleeding for me—I reserve the right to take care of you. Yes, there will always be a part of me that wants to hurt you, Ily, but there’s a bigger part that needs to worship you.”

“Okay,” she whimpered as I notched against her. “I agree to everything. Just do it. Please, Henri. I can’t stand it.”

“What do you say?”

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me. Take me—”

I snarled as I mounted.

She screamed as I did exactly what she asked.