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She was his. She had never been denying that. She had only wanted him to recognize that he was holding back and she didn’t want him to. And now he wasn’t. Now he was giving her everything. All of him. Now he was pushing them both to the brink.

His movements became rough, and she let her head fall back against the wall, gave herself to him entirely, and when her orgasm tore through her it was like a beast. It tore strips from her, made her feel pulsing waves so deep inside of her that she could barely breathe.

She didn’t recognize herself. Didn’t recognize the things that she said, the things that she begged for.

He growled, withdrawing from her body and kissing his way down her breasts, her stomach, holding her against the wall and pinning her there as he began to lick her between her thighs. It was his favorite thing to do. He did it all the time, but there was something animalistic about this. Something ungovernable.

He pushed her over the brink again, leaving her sweating and shaking, and then lifted her away from the wall, pinning her down to the floor.

“Is this what you want from me?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

“You wanted me to pin you down?”

“Yes.”

“You want me to turn you into a creature that wants nothing more than my touch. My pleasure. Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“I could’ve been your good and devoted husband. This house could’ve been nothing but a house of sweet, contented happiness.”

“What if my version of happiness has teeth?”

“Then I will give you teeth, agapi.”

And he did. He leaned in and bit her on the shoulder as he lifted her ass up off the ground and thrust into her in one, smooth movement. He gave no quarter, taking her hard. Before turning her over onto her knees and claiming her from behind. He gripped her hips, his thumb dipping into her back passage as his finger had before, while he took her over and over again.

Making her shake. Making her cry out.

Making her into exactly what he promised. A creature that existed only to be given pleasure by him.

Nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed. Only the two of them.

Only this.

And when he cried out his release, it pushed her over into another of her own, her internal muscles milking every last drop of desire from him as he lowered his head and pressed his forehead to her back, saying her name like a curse and a prayer.

She was spent, and she let herself collapse onto the floor, curling up into a ball.

He made a sound, rough and almost regretful.

But he lay down beside her, grabbing hold of his suit jacket, and draping it over her body, holding her against him.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“For what?”

“I shouldn’t have used you that way.”

“I’m all right,” she said. “I think you’ll find that I quite enjoyed it.”

He huffed a laugh. “I should have asked you before…”

“I told you what I wanted. You didn’t need to ask. I made it clear. That I wanted whatever you wanted to give. I could’ve asked you to stop if I needed you to.”

He nodded against her.