Page 89 of Devour

He holds my gaze and presses the tip of his cock against my entrance without pushing in. Just enough pressure that my body tries to take him and he pulls back. I whine and my hips roll forward, chasing him.

“Whose heathen are you?”

“Yours.” More water sloshes over the side of the tub as I try to grind down on him. “I’m yours. You fucking know I’m yours.”

“That’s a goddamn fact.” He grips my hip hard enough to bruise and lifts me up, then pulls me down onto his cock so he’s fully inside me. I cry out so loud it echoes off the bathroom tile. “And you better not fucking forget it again.”

He doesn’t let me move. He holds me there with his cock buried inside me, completely full, and I can feel all of him filling me. My arms strain against the belt behind my back, and my thighs are shaking on either side of his hips.

“Axl, please—”

“Please what?” His hand slides up my stomach and cups my breast, his thumb pressing against my pierced nipple. I hiss and my cunt clenches around him. “Tell me what you need, baby.”

“I need you to fuck me.” My voice breaks. “I need you to make me forget everything in this fucked-up world except for you.”

Something shifts in his eyes. The smirk fades and what replaces it is darker, possessive in a way that makes my chest ache from how much I want this to last forever.

“There’s never been anything but me.” He lifts my hips and pulls me back down. “All you need in this fucking world is your king, little heathen.”

He sets the pace, and I can’t do anything but take it. His hands grip my hips, and he lifts me and pulls me down onto his cock over and over. Each thrust forces louder moans from my chest.

“Fuck, Axl.” My head falls back, and my bound arms shift behind me, my fingers brushing against his thighs. I want to grab onto something but there’s nothing. There’s just him controlling my body and the sounds of our breathing filling the room.

He leans forward and takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. The piercing stings, and my back arches. I cry out from the intense pain and pleasure.

“Good.” He pulls off my breast and looks up at me with wet lips. “Let them fucking hear who you belong to. None of them are going to question it again, either.”

His hand slides from my hip to between my legs. His thumb presses against my clit while he thrusts up into me. The combination of his cock stretching me and his thumb grinding against my clit makes me fall forward against his chest.

“I’m going to come,” I whisper.

He slows his movements and holds me down on him with his cock as deep as it goes. His thumb stops. I whimper and try to rock against him, but his grip on my hip won’t let me move. He flips us around, so my arms are pinned behind my back against the tub and he’s on top of me. I wrap my legs around him, and his arm wraps low on my back to hold me to him. His hand is at my throat. “I’m dragging this out, Saylor. I’m going to fuck you so goddamn slow, so you cry for me.”

He pulls almost all the way out and pushes back in so slowly I feel every single piercing catch and drag inside me. My mouth opens, but no sound comes out. His hand tightens on my throat, and his eyes stare into mine.

“There it is.” He does it again. “I can feel your pussy begging for more. But you’re only going to get what I give you.”

My legs tighten around his waist, trying to pull him deeper, and he doesn’t change his speed. He keeps the pace torturously slow, each stroke long and full, grinding his hips against mine at the bottom so he hits the right spot every fucking time.

My wrists and shoulders ache from the way my arms are bound, and his body is warm and heavy on top of me.

Tears burn in my eyes, and it has nothing to with the pain. It’s from the way he’s looking at me while he fucks me.

“Axl.” His name comes out broken, and my cheeks are wet. “Please.”

“You can come, baby.” He presses his forehead to mine. His thumb strokes the side of my throat. Then he runs his tongue up my right cheek and lowers his lips to my ear. “Come so I can fill my pussy. You don’t have any fucking idea how much I need you.”

His words break me open. My orgasm hits so hard I’m shaking and my legs lock around his waist. I cry his name, and he swallows it with his mouth on mine, kissing me through every second the pleasure overtakes my body. And his hips keep that slow, grinding pace.

My cunt is clenching around him so tight I can feel his cock twitch inside me. It’s the longest fucking orgasm I’ve ever had, and it keeps rolling through me. He groans against my lips, and his hand on my throat tightens. He buries himself as deep as he can go, and his dick pulses inside me. The warmth of it all spreads through me, and his forehead drops against mine.

He frees my arms, and I instantly wrap them around his neck, holding him to me. We stay like that. His cock still inside me, his breath mixing with mine. His hand loosens on my throat and slides up to cup my jaw, his thumb brushing my skin.

“Axl.” I don’t know why I keep saying his name. I just need to hear it and feel his body respond to it.

He kisses me once more, soft this time. He pulls out of me slowly, and I wince at the loss. Then he settles back against the opposite end of the tub and pulls me onto his chest. The water is barely warm now, and half of it is on the floor.

I press my face against his neck and close my eyes. His hand rests on the back of my head. “Do you feel better, little heathen?”