Chapter Eight #3
“Holy shitting hellfire... you’re huge.” Xia’s vision splintered at the edges, her nails cutting half-moons in her palms as he slowly split her open.
The stretch was a brand, a searing, delicious agony that made her inner walls clench around him like a vice, desperate to keep him there.
Every thick, veined inch of him dragged against her nerves, sending electric jolts straight to her clit.
“Fuck... fuck... you’re tight,” he growled in a guttural rasp as he slammed home.
His hips crashed against her ass with a wet, obscene smack.
“Goddamn, you take me so good.” His fingers dug into her hips with his thumbs pressing into the dip above her ass.
In that moment, he owned her. “Feel that, Angel?” His breath was hot against her ear in a dark, possessive grunt that thrilled her to the core.
“Feel how deep I am? How your cunt milks me like you were made for my cock?”
Xia couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t even think. Her world narrowed to the steel of his grip, the scorch of his skin against hers, and the overwhelming fullness of him buried inside her. Trembling, she whimpered as her inner muscles fluttered around him in a desperate, needy pulse.
“Oh, fuck...” The word tore from her throat in a broken sob. Stars exploded behind her eyelids as he moved in a slow, deliberate roll of his hips. His cock dragged against that sweet, sensitive spot inside her. Her toes curled as her back arched in a bow. “Yes... there... right there...”
The dark, knowing chuckle preceded his grip tightening as he set a punishing pace.
Each snap of his hips was harder, driving her higher and lifted her feet off the floor.
His fingers dug into her skin with his breath hot against her neck as he fucked her with a precision that left her mindless, and her body singing with every thrust.
“You like that, don’t you?” His voice was a dark command as his hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back and to the side until her throat was bared to him.
“You like how I own this tight little cunt?” His other hand snaked around her hip, fingers finding her clit with ruthless precision.
“You’re gonna come for me, Angel. Right now. ”
His thumb circled her clit in tight, relentless strokes as his cock pounded into her with a merciless rhythm. The combination of his dominant tone, his skilled touch, and the brutal way he fucked her shattered the last threads of her control.
“Oh god... Master R... fuck!” Her orgasm ripped through her like a wildfire, her body clenching around him in violent waves, and her vision whiting out as pleasure consumed her. She screamed, her hips bucking against him as she rode out the storm.
His own release followed hers with a guttural groan, his cock pulsing inside her as he buried himself to the hilt again and again.
“Fuck... Angel!” His voice was a broken gasp against her skin.
His breath became ragged and his grip bruising as he ejaculated inside her—hard, praying the condom wouldn’t burst.
For a moment, there was only the sound of their panting breaths, the heat of their bodies, and the delicious wet slide of him still buried deep inside her.
“Sweet fucking Christ,” he finally rasped. The roughness in his voice trumpeted his satisfaction.
For a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of their combined breathing.
Xia reveled in the slick slide of him still buried inside her, and the way his hands trembled slightly against her waist. Her legs felt like jelly, her body boneless and spent, but she had never felt more alive—more owned—than in that moment.
When he finally pulled out, she whimpered at the loss. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his chest as he kissed the base of her neck where her pulse beat like a racecar.
“Mine,” he murmured, more a vow than a word, but spoiled it as he continued, “At least for now.”
Even through the haze of pleasure, that stung, but Xia was too lost in sensation to dwell on it.
“Stay still,” he murmured as he got up and returned moments later with a warm cloth to clean her tenderly. The care in his touch contrasted sharply with his earlier warnings about this being just physical release.
“That was...” Xia struggled to find words as Rex helped her into a plush robe.
“Indeed.” His lips curved into that devastating half-smile, but his gaze betrayed him—a flicker of hesitation, a crack in his composure. His pupils dilated for just a second, and his jaw tightening before the Dom mask slammed back into place.
He guided her to the massive bed and once again dragged her against his chest. The tenderness in his touch contradicted every just sex declaration he had made. The lazy patterns he traced on her arm relaxed her until her heartbeat slowly returned to normal.
“You’re thinking too loud,” he murmured into her hair.
“Just wondering if this is standard aftercare procedure or if I’m getting the premium package,” she quipped, trying to mask how much she craved this intimacy.
“Brat.” But his arms tightened around her. “This is... different.”
“Different how?”
“Don’t push it, Angel.” His voice carried a warning, but his hands remained gentle as they soothed her heated skin.
Well, hopefully he’ll realize I’m more than just a prospective wife whisperer.
He fucking better. He’s ours now.
Yep, he sure as hell is.