Scars (The Triad 1)

“Good girl,” he purred into my ear as his hand lowered itself around my throat instead. He squeezed and slowly slid himself into me, stretching me to the point I was worried he wasn’t actually going to fit. That cold metal of his piercing rubbed against me in the most amazing way. His eyes never left mine, greedily lapping up my every reaction. It was agonizingly slow the way he filled and stretched me. One of his arms snaked around my hips and lifted them slightly so that he could fit his entire length inside of me.

“That’s not a look of disappointment,” he said as he smiled against my mouth. I opened mine to him and let his tongue flick over my piercing. He began to move with a slow and gentle rhythm as he claimed me with his mouth. He tasted like me and sin, and I soaked up every bit of it. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled my hips up to grind on him as he filled me up over and over again.

“I thought you were going to fuck me until I couldn’t walk?”

With another wicked grin, he pulled completely out of me, teasing my entrance with the tip of his cock. He ran his piercing over my clit, and another moan escaped me. He sat back on his heels and with a swift jerk, pulled me towards him and wrapped my legs around his waist. In one rough motion, he was back inside me at an angle that made me see God.

I cried out, and he covered my mouth with his hand so roughly I could taste blood, but I reveled in it. I wanted it harder, faster, rougher, and he was willing to do all of those things. He fucked me mercilessly. My body was already begging for another release. When he used his other hand to pinch my clit, I screamed into his palm and rode each wave that passed through my body. He didn’t slow down or ease up; instead, he just fucked me at the same pace, still rubbing soft circles with his thumb.

I was too sensitive—it was too much. It was all I could do to hold on to his waist with my legs as he drove his cock into me over and over again. My eyes rolled back in my head as another climax found me, pushing me violently off the edge of the waterfall. He slowed down his thrusts as I twitched and whimpered beneath him. His hand left my mouth and trailed down my chest, tweaking each nipple and twisting until he got a gasp out of me.

“You are the most beautiful fucking creature I have ever seen.” He pulled out of me and flipped me over onto my belly. I was a warm pile of goo to do with what he wanted. He smacked my ass again and then kneaded it roughly with both hands. I lifted my hips and pushed back, seeking him out, obviously a glutton for punishment. He laughed spread my cheeks apart as he slid back into me.

“I have an IUD,” I said. I looked back over my shoulder at him. “I want to feel you come inside of me.”

“Fuck, babe,” he said between thrusts. “You want me to come inside you, pet?” I nodded. “Say it. Beg me for it.” He picked up his speed, driving me into the mattress.

“Please, Seb,” I begged. I didn’t care how pathetic it might sound. I needed this man. I needed to feel him claim me. “Come inside of me, please. I need to feel you spill yourself inside of me, marking me as yours. Please.”

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked back hard, giving him a better angle. He smacked my ass again, and the pressure started to build. I fed off this tortuous mixture of pain and pleasure.

The tip of his thumb found my ass and pushed in swiftly. Between the sudden intrusion of pain and the fullness I felt, I came again, squeezing his cock for all it was worth. He sped up through my orgasm and then stilled, fully sheathed inside of me as I felt him spill into me. I squeezed him and rotated my hips, milking him for all he was worth. He trailed kisses down my spine and slowly pulled out.

“Stay there, love. Let me clean you up.” He came back with a warm, wet cloth and gently cleaned me before helping me into an oversized shirt he had found in a drawer. He pulled down the covers and helped me inside. He kissed me again, softly this time, and then murmured into my hair how beautiful I was.

“Stay with me,” I said through a yawn.

He did.