Chapter Four
Isabelle
It feels like he’s ripping me apart, but I crave more.
I want to see his face, watch his expressions as he drives into me, claiming me. The scarf around my eyes is driving me crazy, but the darkness enhances my other senses.
His mouth comes down on mine, taking everything I have, including my soul. His chest rumbles, and I cry out as his cock hits me just right, and I begin to spiral.
“Your body was made for me. You were made for me. Isn’t that right, pretty girl?”
“Yes!” I sob, trying to meet him with each thrust but it’s no use.
The man is dripping with sin and I’m his willing toy, desperate for the next snap of his hips.
My body tenses as a life altering orgasm explodes within me, all sense of reality blown away by the pure ecstasy barreling through my veins. I scream incoherently as he ruts inside me, dragging every last drop of pleasure from me. My nails dig into his back, and he growls, his teeth sinking into my neck like a beast in the night, finally catching his prey. My sobs fill the room at the stinging pain that slowly turns into a warm buzzing feeling, setting me on fire again.
His hips stutter, his muscles tensing above me. The feeling of dread settles in my stomach as he roars his own release, his grip bruising, his breaths coming in short pants.
My body relaxes, and he lifts himself off of me. My face must show my protest because he chuckles darkly. “I’m nowhere near done with you.”
My heart rate spikes with anticipation, and I can’t hide the grin on my lips.
“Dirty girl.” He grips my hips, flipping me onto my belly. Pulling my ass into the air, he bends down, biting the tender flesh of one cheek. “Your ass is fucking delicious.”
My cheeks heat. “I want to see you.”
“I know.” He whispers, sending goosebumps across my skin.
Warm lips trail down my spine, and I shiver. His long, thick fingers slip between my thighs, sinking into my pussy easily with his cum leaking out of me. An embarrassing noise escapes my throat, and he jerks his fingers away, replacing them with the head of his cock.
He slips inside me an inch, but he pulls back. He does it again, his shallow thrusts maddening. “Damnit.” My head falls forward onto the pillow.
He chuckles, giving me a little more of his cock this time. “So greedy.”
“Stop teasing and fuck me.”
Before I can take another breath, he drives his cock inside me. All the oxygen rushes out of my lungs, and I’m left gripping the sheets, screaming into the pillow.
“Hold on to the headboard, pretty girl. I’m about to fuck you within an inch of your life.”
My mouth goes dry at the delicious threat. “Yes. Do that.”
How he finds the will to laugh while he drives inside me like a rabid fucking animal is beyond me. But he gives me what I ask for.
Gripping my hips painfully, he slams into me, my entire body shifting forward. His chest comes down on my back, his large hands grabbing the headboard above mine. He uses it as leverage to punish my body, taking what belongs to him.
He lifts himself up, pulling me with him where our bodies are flush. The scarf is pulled off my head and I blink rapidly, trying to get my eyes to focus. He fists my hair, turning my head and our lips collide.
I could sneak a peek at him, but I’m lost in the taste of his mouth, the demanding strokes of his tongue. His hand wraps around my throat, squeezing just enough, a tingle a fear slithers down my spine.
“You’re mine. To fuck. To protect. To love.” He growls and my heart stops.
This has to be a fucking dream.
My lower belly coils tightly and my legs begin to shake.
“That’s right, Bells. Give yourself to me. Come.”
My body shatters into a million pieces, and I have a fleeting thought I’ll never be whole again without him piecing me back together.
The hand around my throat tightens and I whimper as his strokes become erratic. His teeth sink into my neck again, matching the bite on the other side. My body melts against him as he wraps his free arm around my waist, rutting inside me as he fills me with his cum.
We stay like this for a while before he slowly sinks to the bed, taking me with him. He rolls me onto my side, and I gasp.
He’s the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen and it’s still true to this day.
His lopsided grin makes my stomach flutter, and I smile.
He lifts his hand to my cheek, brushing his thumb across my bottom lip. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Bells.”
“Cole.” I whisper.
“So radiant after being thoroughly fucked by your husband.”
“You’re always thorough.” I smirk, trailing my fingers down his torso. Glancing down, I see he’s still hard and I bite my bottom lip.
“If you keep looking at me like that, you’re going to get fucked like my dirty little slut again.” His hand goes to my throat, his long fingers applying pressure to the sides of my neck.
“Yes, please.”
He grins, rolling me onto my back, sinking inside me once again. “My greedy girl.” He groans, trailing his tongue across my bottom lip before nipping it. “Better than last Christmas?”
I moan, arching into him. “Fuck yes. You’re an irresistible stalker.”
“Were you scared?”
“Yes.”
His fingers flex around my throat. “Good. Now, squeeze my cock with your tight cunt and give me that mouth.”
Merry Christmas to me.