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“I do,” I tell him, my voice breaking off as I suck in my breath. “I want everything you want to give me.”
“I’m going to give you all I’ve got,” he says, and before I can prepare myself, he’s thrusting inside of me in one hard, painful stroke that knocks the air clean out of my lungs.
“Oh, God,” I gasp, feeling full and stretched, and yes, there’s pain, but there’s also a burning desire in me that only grows as he starts to pump into me, making me rock back and forth, my back arching up and my cheek pressed against the bench.
“I don’t know what it is about you,” he grunts, his hands gripping me tightly, “but all I can think about is how to destroy you. How I’m going to fuck you to hell and back.”
“Yes. Yes!” I cry out, the pain and pleasure of his words mixing together. I angle my hips back, wanting all of him, feeling like I can’t get enough as he continues to drive his cock into me, deeper and deeper each time until I feel like my world is spinning.
“You should be careful what you wish for,” he says, his voice rough.
“I’ll take it,” I tell him. I want everything he has to give me because that’s the only part of him he’ll give. It’s the only part of him that seems to remember me, even if he doesn’t know it.
“Yes, you’ll fucking take it. Ask me nicely, like the good little whore you are.”
“I’ll take it, my lord.”
“Take what?” he ekes out through a heady groan as he pushes into the hilt, his balls pressed against me. “You’ll take my cock? You already are. I’m in your tight virgin cunt so deep you can feel it in your throat.”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes, I’ll take your cock, my lord.”
“Ask me to fuck you harder.”
“Please, my lord, fuck me harder.”
“Louder,” he orders, and I obey, throwing my head back and moaning out loud, my cries echoing off the rock walls.
“My lord, please, fuck me harder!”
“Fucking hell,” he groans, slamming into me, over and over, until I’m crying out and shuddering, my whole body on fire.
He reaches down and wraps his hand around my throat, making my back arch and pulling me up as he leans down to whisper harshly in my ear, his hot gasping breath tickling my skin.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, “you take my cock so well. You were made for this, made for me.”
I can feel my body responding to his words, my pussy clenching around him, urging him on. I can’t help the moans and whimpers that escape me as he fucks me harder, faster, his breaths coming in ragged gasps.
“Say it,” he orders, his grip on my throat tightening. “Say you were made for me.”
“I was made for you,” I gasp out, my voice barely audible. Part of me is panicked, having flashbacks of my death in Venice, but the memory is buried by how well he’s fucking me. He’s always been so good at making me forget.
“Again,” he demands, his hips slamming into me.
“I was made for you!” I cry out, my body shaking with pleasure and pain, my mind consumed by the heat of his touch and the sound of his voice.
Because it’s true. He doesn’t know it, but it’s true. I was made for Valtu, and he was made for me, and by some divine luck we’ve come together in the way we know how.
We are primal, we are raw, we are destined.
And even though he may not know me as I know him, I know that somewhere deep inside, he knows that I was made for him too.
And I have found him again.
He continues to fuck me hard and fast, his hand still tight around my throat, until I’m keening and moaning, on the edge of shattering into a million pieces.
“Oh god, Valtu,” I cry out, and then I’m coming. I’m coming so hard my eyes roll back in my head and my mouth falls open and I clamp down on him, squeezing his cock as the spasms roll through me. I feel like I’m going to die from the pleasure but I’m too lost to care.
With his hand still around my throat, he wraps his other arm around my waist, dragging me down to the ground, continuing to fuck me hard and fast from behind. My cheek is pressed against the cold floor and I’m staring into the shadows, my vision blurring, my mind going numb.
