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Edwin presses more of his weight into me. I’m pinned to the bed as his cock picks up speed, stretching me deeper, wider. He lets go of my wrists to brace himself, and I clutch his arms instead, his inked skin a stark contrast to my pale hands in the moonlight.

I’ve endured beatings from my father, slaps from my mother, words that cut without leaving marks. That pain made me feel smaller.

The pain that Edwin gives leaves me open and raw. Remade into something stronger.

Then he pulls on the belt.

Air stops reaching my lungs.

My awareness narrows to the space between us and the knowledge that he has all the control. He has the power to take my life, but I’m still here beneath him.

I want to believe I allowed him that privilege, but in truth I had no choice. He took my virginity as if it was his to own. Just as he takes my air until the room begins to darken and panic sets in.

He continues to thrust into me like he doesn’t care, like he’s only using my body for his own pleasure. But when I look up at him and my eyelids flutter, I see the fire in his eyes. The intensity he gets from forcing me to do something hard.

I claw at his back when my body wants to collapse. He revels in that pain I give him. My nails digging into his skin.

Then he eases the tension, allowing air to rush into me. The wet sounds my body makes fill the room as he thrusts, and dread flashes through me.

The bed moving could be explained as restlessness; a gasp could be a bad dream. But this wetness… there’s no mistaking it.

A floorboard creaks outside the room.

We both freeze.

My heart slams against my ribs as footsteps move down the hall from the Boltons’ bedroom to the bathroom.

My eyes fix on the door, waiting for it to open. Waiting to be caught.

Edwin catches my chin and forces my attention back to him. His hand covers my mouth, quieting the panic as he digs into me, so deep he bottoms out, then keeps grinding. It’s a new, fuller feeling, almost unbearable in its intimacy. My eyes roll back as my head presses into the pillow.

He holds himself there, connecting us, unmoving except for the slow grind that sends sparks up my spine.

Footsteps pass my door again and retreat to the bedroom. The house settles into an uneasy quiet.

His lips pull back into a grin, and my eyes fix on his sharp canines. Then he leans in.

“Your pussy is gonna cum for me,” he says against my ear.

He tightens the belt again, stealing my air.

My gasp is silent. Instinct takes over.

He moves into me again, lifting me closer, nearly folding me in half until there’s no room left for fear. Nothing else exists beyond his cock inside me.

His eyes stay locked on mine.

Pressure gathers low inside me, tightening and rising until my body forgets how to hold it back. His body drags against my clit, and I tighten around him as the sensation crests, slow and merciless.

Then I break.

I clamp down as his movements slow and he pulls the orgasm out of me. My body spasms around his cock, forgetting to panic as my lungs start to burn.

“That’s it, baby. That’s what I wanted from you,” he whispers.

My jaw falls open, but no sound comes out. He drives into me faster, pushing me through the waves of sensation until I have nothing left to give.

When he lets go of the belt, air rushes back into me in a deep gasp.