“Three years of being inside you.” Another smack. Right side. Harder. My fingers twist in the sheets. “You stole that.”
A third. His palm prints are burning on my skin, and I’m pushing back into his hand. The line between pain and pleasure dissolved two strikes ago.
“You left me.” His hand smooths over the sting, gentle now, rubbing circles into the reddened skin. His voice drops, rough and thick. “You destroyed me, Violet.”
“I’m sorry.” My face is pressed into the mattress, and the words are muffled. “I destroyed myself, too.”
“Sorry isn’t enough.” He lines himself up. The broad head of his length presses against me, and my body opens. He thrusts into me in one long, devastating stroke that fills me so completely I forget how to breathe. “This is what’s enough.”
He pulls back and drives in again. I cry out into the mattress, and his hands grip my hips hard enough to leave bruises I’ll wear for days.
“This pussy is mine, Violet.” His pace is deep and rough, his cock grazing my G-spot on every thrust. “No man will ever touch what’s mine. Do you understand me?”
“Yes.”
He bends over my back. His chest presses against my spine, and the leather of his cut is rough against my skin. His hips don’t stop. Every thrust pushes me deeper into the mattress, and I brace my forearms to keep from sliding forward.
“Say it,” he commands. “You’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”
“Louder.”
“I’m yours, Duke.”
“You’ve been mine since the day we met.” His teeth close on the back of my neck, and the bite sends a shockwave straight down my spine. “And you’re going to be mine until I’m in the fucking ground.”
His hand slides under me, between my thighs, and his fingers find my clit. He rubs in tight, fast circles, and the combination ofhis cock driving into me from behind and his fingers working me from the front feels so good. My arms give out. My face presses into the pillow.
He’s relentless.
His hips snap against my ass, the sound of skin on skin filling the room.
“Nobody else gets this.” He’s breathing hard against my neck, and his thrusts are getting rougher, deeper. “Nobody else gets to fuck your greedy little pussy. You came back to me, and you’re staying.”
His teeth close on my shoulder, and his fingers press harder against my clit, and the second orgasm builds faster than the first. It gathers low and urgent, a hot pressure that swells and swells until it breaks like a dam. The release rips through me in long, rolling contractions that pull a sob from my throat.
My entire body clenches around him, trembling and pulsing. Each wave is stronger than the last.
I bury my face in the pillow, my moans muffled and unraveled. My body won’t stop clenching around him, and every thrust he gives me draws out another aftershock until I’m shattered.
I never want this to end.
“Fuck.” His hips stutter. His grip on my hip tightens. He buries himself as deep as he can go and holds there. I can feel every pulse of him inside me as he orgasms. His forehead drops to my back between my shoulder blades.
His breathing is ragged. His body is rigid, and for a long moment neither of us moves.
He pulls out. I collapse onto the mattress. He falls beside me, flat on his back, one arm thrown across his face.
The room is quiet except for our breathing.
His arm drops from his face, and he turns his head to look at me. I’m lying on my stomach, my body ravaged in every possibleway. His hand reaches over and rests on the small of my back. His thumb traces a slow circle on my spine.
“Let’s never leave this bed,” he says.
“Good plan,” I tell him. “I don’t think my legs work.”
His mouth twitches. The tiniest crack in the intensity. His hand slides up my back and into my hair, and he turns on his side and pulls me into him, chest against chest, his arm hooked around my waist.