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I teetered on the edge of surrender, craving the sweet oblivion of losing myself in his touch. But I held back, fear knotting my insides. Vulnerability was a terrifying concept, even more so with a man like Declan. I wasn’t just any girl willing to share her body with anyone. I craved more than fleeting contact. I craved a connection. I wanted love.
But as Declan continued to sweep me away with his passionate kisses and caresses, I couldn’t help but start to let my walls down piece by piece. I felt myself softening under his touch.
He flipped me over and plunged inside of me. I gasped as my body adjusted to the sensation of him filling me up—it felt like nothing I had ever experienced before. His skin was slick with sweat, a sign of how much he wanted me.
The fire crackled beside us as if in harmony to the rhythm we had created together.
He tossed something in the flames but forced me to turn my head and look away while fucking me. The sensation of Declan’s body against mine was intoxicating. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure through my veins.
He kissed my neck and grabbed onto my hips, grinding himself deeper inside of me as I felt myself beginning to unravel with each passing moment. I moaned louder and louder until Declan suddenly leaned back.
He paused for a moment, his eyes filled with a tenderness that sent a flutter through my chest. “You’re not leaving,” he whispered, his lips brushing against mine.
And then he spanked me hard while he continued thrusting inside of me. I screamed out in pleasure as the sensations became almost too much to bear. My body swayed back and forth beneath him as his hands moved up and down my body in an almost tantric rhythm.
As Declan and I grew closer, our bodies entwined and our hearts beating in unison, he slowed his thrusts and began to speak softly in my ear, his words like a seductive caress. “You know, when I grew up on a ranch, just like this one,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. “One of my jobs was to brand the animals. It was important, you see, because the animals could get lost or hurt otherwise. The brand was like a promise, a symbol of belonging and protection.” His voice grew tender, almost nostalgic, as if he were sharing a treasured secret.
Then he started pounding into me harder. Breathing faster. Stroking the deepest parts of me with his cock.
Declan’s grip on me tightened as his powerful strokes filled me completely. I felt overwhelmed, consumed by the dynamic of our connection. With every thrust, the heat between us grew, the fire inside me burning brighter and brighter.
The edge of pleasure was a precipice, a cliff’s edge that Declan’s masterful touch pushed me toward. Breathless, gasping, my body taut as a bowstring, I was on the verge of release.
And then I felt the rush of my orgasm.
And then . . .
Then . . .
Out of nowhere, a searing pain tore through the haze of pleasure. It was like a white-hot blade cutting deep into my shoulder. A hot iron brand, the smell of my own burning flesh punching through the heady mix of sweat and fear. The pain was raw, visceral, a violent intrusion that yanked me back from the edge, my cry of pleasure morphing into a strangled scream of pure agony.
Declan had seized a branding iron from the fire. He brought it down on my bare shoulder in that pinnacle of sensation, the white-hot iron sizzling against my skin. It was like molten lava being poured onto my flesh. Yet, paradoxically, the ensuing pleasure of my climax magnified it, morphing the pain into something almost transcendent.
As he pulled the iron away, Declan whispered into my ear, his voice a gentle murmur against the backdrop of my whimpers. “Good girl.” Each word was steeped in reverence. “You’re mine.”
The sensation was like nothing I had ever experienced before—a dizzying, disorienting mix of pleasure and pain that left me breathless and trembling. I felt as though I were being torn apart and stitched back together, the boundaries between our bodies and souls dissolving in the heat of our passion.
I had never felt more alive.
I had never felt more destroyed.
More owned.
More devastated.
More . . . more . . . more . . .
I recoiled from Declan, a surge of hot, pulsating pain radiating from the seared flesh on my shoulder. My body was wracked with sobs, guttural and primal, as the nauseating scent of my own burning flesh filled my nostrils. Salty tears carved rivulets down my cheeks, blurring my vision as I turned to look at him. A fog of bewilderment and betrayal clouded my eyes.
“Why . . . why would you do this?” I managed to stammer, each word hitching with the rhythm of my sobs. My gaze darted between the fading glow of the branding iron and Declan’s hardened expression, struggling to reconcile the man who had promised to protect me with the one who had marked me with such calculated brutality.
He looked back at me, his eyes a mix of passion and something softer, almost tender. “It’s important to know who you belong to,” he said simply. With that, he tossed the branding iron back into the fire, the flames greedily consuming it.
Another wave of sobs tore through me, each one underscored by the gnawing burn from my shoulder. The pain was a brutal, unending echo of what he’d just done to me. Arms clutching my sides in a futile effort to comfort myself, I was a rough and open wound in the aftermath of his savage act.
The stark reality of his betrayal had not fully sunk in yet; his actions were a labyrinth of confusion and hurt I couldn’t navigate. He’d branded me like cattle, an act of possessiveness that was as painful as it was inexplicable. The “why” ricocheted around in my head like a bullet, each impact leaving me more disoriented and scared.
Declan’s fingers moved to the buttons of his shirt, tugging them free one by one with an efficiency that was both frightening and entrancing. The material fell away, revealing the canvas of his torso—a landscape of rugged muscle and scarred skin.
