Page 84 of Beautiful Scars

Using that fierce grip, he holds my ass steady as he thrusts the rest of his rock-hard cock into me. My scream is breathless, confused, panicked.

He stays buried inside me, but then he starts moving his hips. Coaxing me into doing the same. A slow, wide circle that digs his cock even deeper into me with every revolution.

I’m panting into the sheets, and as if he remembers I have a mouth, he grabs my hair with one hand and wrenches up my head.

When he crushes his mouth against mine, my core grips him. He groans into my mouth, and that sound ignites something primal deep inside me.

I reach behind me, sinking my nails into his thighs, his hard ass, his waist. Leaving ridges behind as I claw at him.

He mutters a furious, “Fuck,” into our kiss, and then his fingers are on my clit.

Cillian sits up, bringing me with him. He uses his knees to keep my legs parted wide as he strums my clit, his cock still trying to burrow all the way inside me.

Grabbing my hips he begins urging me up and down the length of his cock. My head falls back onto his chest, breathless pants leaving me every time he fills me, stretches me.

As soon as I have the rhythm, his fingers return to my clit.

“Now you’d best come for me, princess.” He slings an arm around my waist, driving himself balls-deep inside me.

And stays there, impossibly thick, deliciously full, as he begins massaging my clit hard and slow.

Electric tension whips through me and builds in my core. My entire body goes rigid.

“Come for me, princess,” he murmurs into my ear.

I turn my head, and he catches my lips with his. Soft, gentle, slow—such a stark contrast with the impossibly fierce pressure he’s applying to my clit, with how his cock is impaling me.

And as his tongue forces its way into my mouth, as Cillian takes everything as his…

I break.

I wrench my mouth away and let out a wordless scream.

But he doesn’t stop strumming me. And the pleasure turns to pain. I try and grab his wrist, try and get him to stop, but he just growls and pushes me onto my hands and knees.

Then he fucks me from behind, our bodies slapping together with every brutal thrust.

Impossibly, I surge. Impossibly, I’m at the point of breaking again.

And he must feel how I grip him with my hot, aching pussy, because he grabs my hair in a fist and yanks me back for a desperate kiss.

His hot cum fills me as his cock rams into me, jarring me, and sending me so high, I don’t know if I’ll ever come down. I scream into his mouth, and he captures every piece of me that tumbles out.

He slides his hand over my pussy, and slowly moves his cock in and out of me, mixing his cum with my arousal until I’m dripping.

“I told you,” he murmurs into my ear as his chest flexes against my back with every breath. “I’m putting you back together the way Iwant you. And when I’m finished... you’re going to be like me. You’re going to be fearless.”

And I believe him.

Dear God, I believe him.