Beautiful Seduction

He was still stone hard, his cock so large my pussy muscles ached from the brutal round of fucking. The man wasn’t just insatiable; he was jacked up on his need for full control and the constant jolts of electricity that never seemed to end. When he tossed me onto all fours, I could barely catch my breath.

There was a strange, formidable connection between us that couldn’t be explained. I had no fear of him or what he would do, yet there was an edge between us that heightened our almost desperate need. I’d never felt this euphoric, the mind-blowing way he dominated me igniting a thousand fires. Ten thousand.

I slumped down, my arms weak enough I wasn’t certain they would hold me. “I can’t. I just…”

“Breathe, my sweet angel. I’m going to shower you with the kind of pleasure that will rock your world for weeks to come.”

Every word he said dripped with sexual undertones, so dark and devious that I was drawn into his brutal world as if I’d always been a part of it. I wanted more. I craved more, but there was no way I’d share that with him.

If so, he might never let me go.

He slid his cock deep inside as he’d done before, keeping his pace slow and sweet, allowing me to get used to the rhythm. The rush of emotions and need continued to destroy me, pushing me past the limits I’d had before. I couldn’t breathe, had no way of putting rational thoughts together. Within seconds, he’d shoved me into a wall of ecstasy, pushing harder and harder until I let go of every inhibition, the fear and worry of accepting my hunger.

Valentin rubbed his hand down my back, the light touch so different from the coil of heat emblazed in my body. The combination was as explosive as what he was doing to my body. Panting, I dropped my head, blinking rapidly although I was seeing nothing. I couldn’t believe he remained hard, his balls slapping against me, the sound reverberating in my ears as much as his husky growls. When he rolled his fingers down the crack of my ass, I stiffened all over again, whimpering, my fingers clawing the bedding.

He leaned over, pushing his weight against me. “Don’t worry, sweet Cassidy. I won’t hurt you.”

The man had no idea what he was talking about. I’d never had a man fuck me in the ass. Not once. The thought had been repulsive.

Until now.

The bad girl side of me wanted to surrender, to partake in what my mother had called a forbidden sin. I was knotted up inside, fighting the anxiety. When he brushed his cockhead up and down, I sucked in my breath, my body shaking more than before.

I was surprised he realized how anxious I was, taking his time to press kisses along my back, using his fingers to dance a sweet melody across my skin. I kept my eyes closed, allowing the incredible sensations to wash over me, barely cognizant when he shifted the tip of his cock against my darkened hole.

Every part of me was wet and hot, incapable of wanting anything else but this moment. I fisted the bedding, taking several shallow breaths as he pushed inside. I’d expected him to be brutal, just like he’d been before, but he took his time, pushing in an inch then murmuring the sweetest words that I couldn’t understand, brushing his fingers up and down my back in a loving manner.

I was thrown by his brutality, the savagery I’d seen, but the man who’d stripped me free of all rational thoughts was my lover, raw and passionate. I hated my fragmented thoughts, the ugliness of what lurked in the shadows. I could almost taste the danger, but it was the excitement of sharing something so primal that flowed through my veins.

“Beautiful. Just perfect,” he muttered as my muscles expanded, accepting the wide girth of him. Strings of colorful lights shot into my periphery of vision, every one of them breathtaking.

When he finally drove the last few inches inside, the single blast of pain quickly shifted into an indescribable rush of pleasure.

I threw my head back and moaned, clawing the bedding, my legs shaking uncontrollably.

“That’s it, baby. Take all of me. Every inch.”

His cock throbbed, expanding to the point I knew I couldn’t take any more. As he pulled out, driving into me again, a series of strangled sounds erupted all around us. I was suddenly the animal, accepting the hard-core fucking, hungering for more. The rhythm was perfect, allowing me to accept his sinful act, pushing back against him with every brutal thrust.

Suddenly, we were rocking together, our bodies as one. While I knew he was the devil, a man incapable of understanding kindness or generosity, he’d saved my life, protecting me against an unknown assailant. Then he’d cared for me, acting as if I was special to him. The events washed together, images floating in my mind.

But they no longer mattered.

Only this, our intimacy. Our extreme heat.

I met every hard plunge, every nerve standing on end, my mind a beautiful blur. I had no idea how long the hard fucking lasted, but when I finally heard his breathing change, I dropped my head, squeezing my muscles.

Valentin dropped over me, crushing my fingers in his, pounding even harder. Then he pressed his lips against my neck, adding to the constant wave of electricity. As he erupted deep inside, he murmured in Italian, but it was easy to understand what he was saying.

“Tu mi appartieni.”

You belong to me.

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Quiet.

Peace.