Flawless Ruin

He fucks me through my climax—and then keeps right on going, relentless. Merciless. I’m losing my mind, clutching at him, whimpering, dizzy with ecstasy.

“You feel this?” he growls, embedding himself inside me again. “This is all for you, baby. Only you. And you haven’t even begun to discover what your body is capable of yet.” He grips my hair, forcing me to look in his eyes. To see the passion there. The dark possessive intent.

I shudder, bearing down on him. Taking him all.

“But I’m going to show you, baby.” He vows. “Every pleasure. Every fucking sin. I’m going to ruin you, and you’re going to beg for just another taste.”

And then he pulls me from his cock, and shoves me to my hands and knees on the floor; face down on the priceless antique rug. Spread for his pleasure.

His.

Caleb positions himself behind me, yanking my hips back and thrusting inside me again. This time, oh god, the angle is different. Sweeter.

Deeper than ever.

He slams into me, over and over, his thick cock stretching me open, making me wail.

And then I feel his finger tracing at my asshole again. Tantalizing. So, so delicious.

So, so wrong.

But this time, Caleb isn’t just teasing.

He sinks into me, up to the knuckle.

I scream with the pleasure of it. Fuck. His cock is pounding into me, his finger nudges deeper, stretching me open in a whole different way. It’s overwhelming, outrageous.

And God, I can’t get enough.

I thrust back against him, panting hard. “Caleb!” I cry, feeling him grinding thick inside me. It’s like he’s stripped away all my inhibitions, my dignity, and nothing’s left but animal instinct and raw, desperate need. “Caleb!”

“That’s it, baby.” He growls, pumping faster. “That’s my dirty, magnificent girl.”

He pulls me up with his free hand, crushing me back against his chest as he thrusts up inside me. And then, God, he’s pulling on the chain between my breasts, sending fresh sparks of sensation through me, and it’s all too much.

Pleasure and pain. Friction and burn. Deep, deep satisfaction and an ache that will never be quenched.

“This is what you were made for,” he growls, ragged in my ear. “You were made for sin. Made for me.”

And with his words, I break. Pleasure erupts, an avalanche, consuming me, breaking me open and turning my world inside out. I hear myself scream his name as he explodes inside me, holding me up, fucking me into oblivion as the waves close over us and I’m left gasping on the shore.

Holy shit.

The pleasure ebbs through my body, a gentle haze where the storm once raged. I’m barely conscious as Caleb slowly releases me. Gently lays me down. Removes the clamps; and presses tender kisses to my aching skin. I can only lay there in wonder and amazement.

And slow creeping dread.

Because this is Italy. A fantasy.

But I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to give him up when we return home.