Chapter 15

Lauren

We stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, completely tangled in the damp sheets. Our skin glued together while our bodies kept humming with the aftershocks of our release. But I knew Bane. I knew the dark, unhinged hunger that lived inside his chest, and I knew he wasn’t done with me.

He started to pull his thick length back out of me. I let out this involuntary whimper at the sudden loss of him, but he didn't give me a single second to dwell on the emptiness. He shoved my knees up under my chest again, leaving me exposed and helpless beneath him.

Every single text, every toxic argument, every boundary we had pushed and broken had been leading to this moment of surrender.

I felt his heavy palms slide down, his thick fingers spreading my cheeks wide open. I heard the groan at the sight of my tight, untouched hole. It was the one piece of me he hadn't claimed in a very long time. It sent a jolt of liquid heat straight to my core.

"Bane—" I started, my voice trembling, but the name was smacked clean out of my throat.

He crowded my back.

"Shh," he growled, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. "Just let me love on you…On God, I been feeling so fucking stupid for letting you leave and stay away. Just giving you all that space when I knew you belonged right here under me."

I choked on a breath, my fingers clutching the sheets as years of built-up distance and stubborn pride vanished.

"You don't even know," he muttered, his jaw grinding hard against my neck.

"The amount of times I wanted to just pull up on you, throw your shit in the back, and take your ass right back home.

.. it was driving me crazy. I missed my fucking wife.

I missed my girl. Look at you. You still the most beautiful thing in the world to me. "

Before I could even process the depth of his confession, he dropped his face straight between my thighs.

The wet, heavy slap of his tongue flicked right over my puckered entrance, making my whole body violently jerk forward.

He didn't play fair. He lapped at me, pushing and rolling against the tight muscle until he was forcing me to stretch open.

The raw intimacy of it had my mind spinning out of control. My defenses completely fractured. My hips started rolling back against his face, begging for the very destruction he was handing me.

"Yes, Bane—yes—" I moaned.

He pulled his face back just a fraction of an inch, his ragged breath fanning hot against my wet skin, coating me in his heat. "Look how good you're opening up for me. You always been so perfect for me."

He reached his large hand around my hip, his left hand found my clit and worked it in slow, torturous circles, while his tongue went right back to work on my backdoor, stretching me, preparing me for what was coming.

I was shaking as my ribs expanded. The overwhelming depth of his worship had me weeping against the mattress.

"I—I can’t—"

"Shh. You will," he snarled against my skin. "You're gonna take every bit of your man tonight, Lauren. You're doing so fucking good for me. You know that don’t you?”

I whimpered, my forehead pressing hard into the mattress. "Yes."

I felt the loss of his tongue, and then the head of his manhood lined up dead against the ring. He spat into his palm, using the raw saliva to slick my skin before he started to press. My entire body tensed, the muscles locking up as my brain screamed at the size of him.

"Relax," he commanded. "Let me in, Lauren."

I swallowed hard and forced myself to take a deep, shaky breath. My body slowly yielded, fracturing open as he slowly pushed past the tight, burning ring of muscle. I gasped, my chest heaving as my nails dug furiously into the bedsheets, tearing at the fabric.

"Bane—it’s too big—"

I couldn't even finish the sentence. I grabbed the edge of his heavy pillow, shoving the fabric into my mouth and biting down on it hard, burying my teeth into the cloth just to keep from screaming as he drove his hips forward.

The feeling was entirely insane. I felt so completely full that it felt like he was stretching me wide open from the inside out.

It was a terrifying, exquisite border between pure pain and blinding pleasure, a raw friction that was doing way too much to my nervous system.

I felt completely crazy because, beneath the agony of the stretch, I secretly, desperately loved the absolute weight of him fucking me like this.

Hot, silent tears started spilling from my eyes, soaking into the pillowcase.

I was crying from the beautiful depth of how much I loved this man, but it felt so goddamn good I couldn't stop.

Instead of pulling away, my hips betrayed me, twitching and pressing back into his pelvis, begging for the pressure.

Bane let out a dark groan, his hands locking onto my hips. "Fuck, Lauren. You feel amazing."

My body finally started to adjust to the heavy intrusion, molding around his thick shaft.

He pulled back slightly, then pushed forward again, driving even deeper into my heat.

A loud cry tore out of my throat, bypassing the pillow entirely.

I was standing right on the edge of a total breakdown.

He reached around, finding my clit. He was rubbing it in fast, tight, merciless circles while his hips kept up that slow, punishing pace inside my ass.

The contrast was lethal. The rapid friction on my front mixed with the heavy stretching in the back completely broke me.

"Oh my God—"

I couldn't hold it back if my life depended on it. My entire body went into violent convulsions as my orgasm ripped through me.

Hearing me break completely snapped his restraint. With a savage, guttural growl, he drove himself into me one last time, burying his length to the absolute root, and locked his jaw as his body finally gave in.

He collapsed heavily on top of my back, his chest heaving like a freight train as he tried to breathe. My body was still trembling violently beneath his full weight, and I could feel his dick still twitching deep inside my gates, completely locked in my grip.

Slowly, I turned my head to the side as the adrenaline kept coursing through my veins.

"We’re not done, are we?" I breathed.

He pressed a hard, lingering kiss right against my shoulder.

"We got a lot of time to make up for, baby."

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