Page 84 of Sienna Rossi: Beyond Shattered Trust

This is just what I need; the way he’s fucking me without any mercy is helping. My entire body is ablaze with pain and pleasure, and the only thing I want is for this to never end.

The way he slams into me... Gods, I missed him so much – missed this.

I fist the bedding, crying out in pure bliss, my pussy dripping as he fucks me. The erotic sound of our skin colliding makes my core knot.

No one does it like Jayce. Just one look from him turns me on.

My walls clench around him, the pressure building; I’m so- fuck, so close.

I cry out as the pleasure builds, and then I’m at the precipice of euphoria for one long, incredible moment, and then I’m thrown over the edge, wave after wave of pure bliss washing over me. My vision blackens, and I see stars as I gasp for air, almost collapsing onto the bed. I would have, if he wasn’t holding me.

He slips his cock out, and I take the moment to pull away before he can slide into me again, and I turn to face him. I push him onto his back and climb onto him. As much as I like him in control, I want to look into his eyes as I take away his pain.

I know this is happening, that this is reality, but I fear the dream will shatter at any moment.

I’m still shaking from the aftermath of my orgasm, but I feel light, euphoric, and entirely at peace.

I reach for his cock and guide it into me, feeling incredibly full before I begin riding him, my hands braced on his chest as I look into his eyes, dark with desire as they remain fixed on my breasts that are bouncing each time our bodies meet.

His hands run up my thighs and ass before he grips my hips firmly. I sigh in pleasure as my attention falls to his neck, my heart pounding.

I must mark him…

Our eyes meet, as if he knows what I’m thinking, and then he’s sitting up, still bouncing me on his dick. One strong arm wraps around me as he grabs my breast with the other; leaning down, he takes my nipple in his mouth. I cry out, my fingers combing through his hair. I love how his stubble feels against my skin, love the way he sucks and flicks my nipple, hard enough to hurt but still not hard enough to overpower the jolt of pleasure that he awakens.

I smile as I wrap my arms around his head, inhaling his hair, my heart almost combusting with the surge of emotion that is consuming me.

My Jayce. He belongs only to me… I know it’s selfish, but I can’t help it.

He peppers my neck with kisses, nipping at the skin as my entire body reacts. I tug him back, looking into his eyes for a moment as he slows his thrusts, and I do, too, as I relish the feel of his dick sliding into me, hitting my G-spot.

I heard him… The pain and fear in his voice as he said, ‘Don’t you dare leave me again’, and it’s why I agreed to this; whether it’s under the pretence of a deal or not, it’s no pity fuck from him. He can deny it to the end of the world, but he loves me. I know it.

He tilts his head slightly, his eyes still on me, and no words are exchanged as he allows me access to his neck, granting me silent approval to mark him.

I want to kiss him, want to tell him I love him, but instead I’ll let my actions speak for themselves. We’re still for a moment, him still buried inside of me, even though my entire body wants him to keep moving.

I cup the back of his neck, gently caressing it as I lean in, pressing my lips tenderly to the spot where I will mark him. He begins moving slowly, and I take a deep, shaky breath; my eyes blur, the emotions heightening as I open my mouth, my teeth elongating, and then I sink them into his neck.

A throaty, delicious groan spills from his lips, and that sound alone nearly unravels me. The moment my teeth sink into his neck, something inside me snaps, forging into something stronger, deeper, and unbreakable. It’s indescribable, the force of it – the rush of pleasure, of belonging, of something primal and absolute slamming through my veins like wildfire. I feel it everywhere, in every nerve, every heartbeat, every breath we share.

Something so sacred locks into place, and suddenly I feel so content, so full, and so complete. As if my body knew what it was waiting for, as if it knew this was always meant to be but had only just found its shape.

Our bond seals, complete and undeniable.

We are one.

And in this moment, I send my chaos magic into him, eliminating anything foreign that should never have touched him, combined with the surge of power from the marking. I sense nothing but his power and light running through him.

I feel him deliver a final few sharp thrusts as our orgasms tear through us, and his cum trickles down my thighs. I let out a muffled moan as I extract my teeth from his neck and gently lick the spot. Our hearts are still pounding, both still breathing hard.

I can feel his emotions; it’s as if our minds are now connected as one. I can sense his wolf purring in approval, feel my own wolf’s happiness. I feel Jayce’s satisfaction, his love, his hope, his fear-

My stomach twists as I try to make sense of what I’m understanding, and then he’s pushing me out, raising a wall that shuts me out.

It hurts, but I’m too rattled to even let it bother me.

He’s- no, I can’t delve into what I saw. I can sense the way he’s stiffened, and I make sure when he moves me back, searching my face, that he doesn’t see my confusion. But his reaction strengthens the doubt inside of me; he didn’t want me to see that.