37. Malia
As we lie there, our bodies entwined, our hearts beating as one, I know this is just the beginning of our journey together. I can’t wait to see where it takes us.
After some time, Walt’s hands begin to roam again, his lips trailing kisses down my neck and my shoulder, his desire growing, his body hardening against mine.
“Again?” I ask, my voice soft and teasing.
“Again.” Walt’s eyes flash with desire, his mouth curving into a wicked grin. “And again and again, until you’re screaming my name, begging for mercy, and until you’re mine completely and utterly.”
He pins my hands above my head, his body covering mine, his mouth claiming mine in a passionate kiss. Walt suddenly sits up as our lips part, his body straddling mine. His eyes narrow, his jaw flexing as he looks down at me.
“Now, since you seem to have a problem doing as you’re told, I’m going to have to tie your hands.”
He reaches over to the bedside table, retrieving a length of soft rope. He takes my wrists, wrapping the rope around them and binding them tightly together before securing the rope to the headboard. My arms stretch taut above my head, and a gasp escapes my lips at the sensation of being restrained.
Walt’s gaze roams over my body, his eyes burning with desire and dominance. “You’re fucking gorgeous when you’re tied to my bed, and you’re all mine,” he says, his voice low and possessive. “I’m the first and last man you’re ever going to be with. You understand that?”
A moan slips from my lips, my body arching beneath him. The tight bindings around my wrists send a thrill through my every nerve ending. He leans down, his mouth capturing mine. His tongue explores, claims, and possesses. The taste of him, the hunger in his kiss, fuels my desperate need. My body aches for him, yearns for him, craves him.
He rolls on a condom, then surges forward, filling me with one powerful but controlled thrust. This time, there’s no sting, just instant heat and pleasure. A cry of pleasure escapes my lips. My inner muscles clench around him, holding him tight.
Walt’s body moves against mine, his hips thrusting with a rhythm that’s both controlled and intense. The rope around my wrists heightens each movement, each touch, and each sensation. The sting on my ass, and the sheer primal need coursing through my veins, intensifies everything.
My body coils tight, every muscle tensing, every nerve ending alight with sensation. Walt’s body tenses, his hips thrusting one last time before he stills, his head thrown back, his body shuddering with release. I follow him over the edge, my body convulsing with pleasure, my inner muscles clenching around him, claiming him as he claims me.
The rest of the day passes in a blur of passion and discovery. Walt takes me repeatedly, each time more intense and exhilarating than the last. I find myself marveling at this side of him—the dominant, controlling, and fierce lover who knows exactly what he wants and isn’t afraid to take it.
In the dimly lit bedroom, Walt’s strong hands guide me to my knees, positioning me on all fours. His fingers trace the curve of my spine, sending shivers down my back. He leans over me, his breath hot against my ear. “You love this, don’t you?” he murmurs, his voice low and knowing. “Being taken.”
Before I can answer, he enters me from behind, his hips slamming against mine. I gasp, my back arching, my body stretching to accommodate him. His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he thrusts with wild, unrestrained abandon.
Later, in the shower, Walt’s strength is more than enough to hold me against the wall. The hot water cascades over us, steam filling the air as he lifts me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist. He presses me against the cool tiles, his body pinning mine, his mouth claiming me.
His hands grip my ass, holding me steady as he thrusts into me, his body filling mine completely. I cling to him, my nails digging into his back, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The sensation of being claimed, in this raw, primal way, sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
We stumble out of the shower, dripping wet, our bodies slick and flushed. Walt leads me to the kitchen, his hands roaming over my body, his touch possessive and demanding. He lifts me onto the counter, his eyes burning with desire as he steps between my thighs. Instead of taking me right then, he drops to his knees, looping my legs over his shoulders.
His mouth finds my center, his tongue darting out to taste me. I gasp, my hips bucking, my hands gripping the edge of the counter for support. Walt’s mouth explores me, his tongue delving, his lips sucking, working me into a frenzy. I can feel the tension building, my body coiling tight, ready to explode.
Walt recognizes my love of being dominated, my desire to be taken roughly. He ties my hands behind my back, the rope biting into my skin. The sensation of being restrained and at his mercy sends a rush of adrenaline through my veins.
As the day turns into night, Walt’s dominance becomes a rhythm, a dance that we both fall into naturally. Each time he takes me, it’s fierce, controlling, and utterly intoxicating. I find myself marveling at how his dominance makes the sex that much better, how it heightens every sensation, every touch, every feeling.
For two blissful days, we are ensconced in our private haven, the world outside forgotten. We fuck like bunnies, like newlyweds who can’t get enough of each other.
And we can’t.
Every touch, every kiss, every moment is filled with an insatiable hunger for each other.
Walt is a growly, dominant beast in and out of bed, taking me with a fierce passion that leaves me breathless and begging for more. He claims me in every room, against every surface, in every position imaginable. The couch, the kitchen counter, the shower, the bed—every inch of the house becomes a playground for our desires.
But in the moments between our passionate encounters, Walt is the tenderest man I’ve ever known. He holds me close, his arms wrapped around me, his body curled protectively around mine. He whispers sweet nothings in my ear, his voice soft and tender, his words filled with love and adoration.
He draws me a bath, the warm water soothing my sore muscles. His strong hands gently massage my shoulders, back, and thighs. He washes me tenderly, his touch gentle and caring, his eyes filled with love.
When we lie in bed, his fingers trace lazy patterns on my skin, his touch gentle and soothing. He kisses me softly, his lips lingering on mine, his eyes searching mine, filled with a love so deep that it takes my breath away.
“You’re incredible,” he whispers, his voice soft and tender. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, everything I’ve ever needed. I love you so much.”
I snuggle into his embrace, my heart filled with contentment and love. “I love you too,” I whisper, my voice soft and emotional. You’re everything to me.”
But our tender moments never last long. Soon, Walt’s growly dominant side reemerges, and he takes me again. He ties me to the bed, his rope biting into my skin, his body covering mine, his mouth capturing.
He fucks me with wild, unrestrained abandon, his body claiming mine, his hands exploring, caressing, claiming every inch of me. I meet his thrusts, my body pushing back against his, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my heart pounding with excitement and pleasure.
As the second day turns into night, we finally collapse onto the bed. We’re both sated, exhausted, and utterly content. Walt pulls me into his arms, his body curling protectively around mine. He kisses me softly, his lips lingering on mine, his eyes filled with love.
I snuggle into his embrace, my heart filled with contentment and love. Always and forever, completely and utterly, I am his, and he is mine.