EPILOGUE #2
“Your ass was made for my cock,” he grunts, pulling on the ropes to lift me up before letting me slide back down his length. “Taking me so fucking deep, just like the first time in the woods.”
He increases his pace, using the suspension to bounce me on his cock with brutal efficiency.
“You’re not just my canvas anymore,” he growls, his fingers digging into my hips. “You’re my masterpiece—marked inside and out. Blood and pain and pleasure—our signature.”
The dual sensations overwhelm me—the vibrator buzzing against my clit while Gabe claims my ass ruthlessly. Each thrust sends shockwaves through my suspended body. I can’t move, can’t escape, can only surrender to the overwhelming pleasure-pain that builds higher with every stroke.
“Fuck, Gabe—I can’t—it’s too much—” My words dissolve into incoherent moans as he grips the ropes crossing my back, using them for leverage to drive deeper.
“You can take it,” he growls through the mask. “You’re mine. Every. Fucking. Inch.”
The vibrator shifts, pressing harder against my swollen clit as he changes angle. The new position hits the perfect spot inside me, and I scream as my vision blurs at the edges.
“That’s it,” he grunts, his rhythm growing erratic. “Come for me now. Let me feel you come around my cock.”
My body obeys instantly, convulsing violently in the ropes. The orgasm tears through me with such force I nearly black out, every muscle clenching as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. I’m dimly aware I’m screaming his name, my body jerking helplessly in its rope prison.
“Fuck, Amelia—” Gabe thrusts once more, burying himself completely as he pulses inside me, filling me with hot cum. His groan is primal, possessive, his fingers digging into my flesh as he empties himself.
For several moments, we remain frozen in our shared release, both panting. Then his hands move to the ropes, gently lowering me until my feet touch the floor. My legs tremble, unable to support my weight after such intensity.
Gabe catches me before I fall, gathering me against his chest. The mask comes off, revealing his stunning face.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, carrying me to the leather sofa. He cradles me in his lap, fingers gently working out the rope marks on my skin. His lips trace each indentation with reverent kisses.
“You’re extraordinary,” he whispers against my shoulder. “I love you, Amelia. More than I believed possible.”
I curl into his warmth, my body still humming with aftershocks. “I love you too. All of you—the darkness, the beauty, everything.”
He kisses me deeply, tenderly—so different from the savagery of moments before.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, my dark artist,” he murmurs against my lips.
I smile, tracing the sharp line of his jaw. “Happy Valentine’s Day. To many, many more.”
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