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The little minx had realized how much he liked it when she begged. His cock jerked, but he just smiled around her nipple and sucked it deeper into her mouth, interrupting her pleas as she gasped at the sensation of pleasure-pain. Reaching down between their bodies with one hand, he lined his cock up with her pussy and rubbed it up and down the slick length of her slit, teasing her with the blunt head.

Moaning, Lexie bucked her hips, rubbing herself against him as he circled her clit and moved back down to her swollen folds, all the while sucking ferociously on her nipple. She could beg all she liked, but he’d only give in when he felt like it. The power he had over her, that she gave to him, was heady. At any time, she could call the whole thing off, but she just kept giving him what he demanded, offering her body up on a silver platter, and accepting the sexual torture of his whims.

So fucking perfect. It was time to truly make her his.

Releasing her nipple from his mouth with a pop, he shifted above her, lining his cock up against her pussy and pushing slightly. Propped up on one arm, looming over her, he watched as her eyes widened, her lips falling open as she gasped in sexual excitement as he entered her. They both moaned at the same time as his cock breached the tight entrance of her body. She was like a silken vise around him, so tight she was practically strangling his cock and he barely had more than an inch inside of her.

“Fuck Pixie... you’re so tight... you have no idea how good that feels.”

She opened her mouth to answer, but he’d already drawn back slightly and was thrusting forward again, working himself deeper inside of her, and all that emerged was a moan. Patrick muttered more curses under his breath as he moved his hips, thrusting gently but firmly as he slid more of his cock inside of her with every stroke.

So fucking tight. So fucking perfect.

“Oh my god... you’re inside me. You’re actually inside me.”

Those wide, blue eyes lit up from within, like a kid on Christmas morning, made him feel like a fucking god. The awe in her voice, the resolution, like a revelation of a wish come true, was everything he felt now that they were finally joined.

Still, he couldn’t help the masculine smirk that came to his lips.

“Not quite all the way inside you, yet, sweetheart.”

Another thrust, and Patrick’s cock went deeper. Lexie moaned, writhing, her legs feeling rubbery as he slid his arms underneath them, pushing them up onto his shoulders. With one arm on either side of her body, he had her completely trapped beneath him and was slowly bending her in half as he filled her with his cock. It was so big it almost hurt, but the pain was so, so good. Her pussy felt stretched to its utter limit, and yet her body greedily hungered for more.

The feel of him sliding back and forth as he went ever deeper was almost sublime in its erotic perfection. Lexie tossed her head back and forth as he fucked her, so gently, so tenderly, and yet without one second of hesitation. There was no sense he was holding back. Everything about him, from the possessiveness in his eyes, to the way he had her caged in with his body, said he was claiming her for his own and there was no escape. Not that she wanted to get away, but there was seriously something hot about the whole “run and I’ll carry you off to my den” caveman attitude he had going on.

The flickering light from the candles made him seem almost part of the dark shadows on his ceiling, almost supernatural, like some kind of incubus or sex god. Like any good supplicant, she was more than happy to worship him or offer herself up like a sacrifice.

But even with her hands bound and her body bent to his will, that’s not how she felt. Instead, despite the bondage, despite his alpha-male demeanor, Lexie felt like he was making love to her. The look in his eyes was possessive, but tender too, like he was somehow in awe of her and what she was giving to him. His motion was unyielding, but so gentle; he took such care to make sure she was feeling nothing but pleasure, even when her pleasure included a bite of pain.

Intentionally, she squeezed her pussy around him, wanting to give a measure of that ecstasy back to him, and he groaned, sinking deeper. The feel of him, embedded so deeply inside of her as his body finally came to rest against hers, had her gasping.

“Fuck, you’re big.”

That adorable and oh-so-infuriating smirk was back on his face. “Ah Pixie, you always know the right thing to say.”

Leaning down, keeping them fully connected, he pressed a kiss to her lips. Automatically, she opened for him so his tongue could thrust inside, filling her mouth the same way his cock was filling her pussy. It was pure bliss as he kissed her, her body spasming around him, and she was incredibly thankful she kept herself limber and flexible, because she wouldn’t have traded this moment for anything in the world. Being bent in half could have been incredibly uncomfortable, but all she felt was an emotional rapture that had her flying high.

The connection between them wasn’t just physical, and it wasn’t just about his dominance over her, although that was a part of it. She had given herself over to him, fully and completely, and he had accepted the gift. More than that, he was cherishing it. Every movement of his hips, every caress of his hands, every sweep of his tongue, all of it combined to reveal a truth he’d kept carefully hidden for so long - he loved her. He hadn’t said the words, but it was in every touch.

They weren’t fucking, they weren’t even just having sex... she might be restrained and bent in half, begging for him with dirty words on her lips, but he was still making love to her.

There was a sharp, clanging noise, and Lexie realized he’d undone the clasp holding her wrists above her head. They were still cuffed together, but she could move her arms, and she immediately looped them over his head. Her fingers caressed his shoulders as he shifted his body, moving away from her lips so he could watch her as he pumped his cock in and out of her pussy. A blush spread across her cheeks as he stared down at her, drinking in the sight of her pleasure.

As exciting as being watched by him was, it was a bit unnerving too. She’d become accustomed to hiding her own emotions from him, making them seem less than they were. As his own truth was revealed in his touch, hers was in her face and her eyes. There was no turning away, no lowering her eyelashes to hide her gaze. She didn’t want to look away from him, even as her vulnerability, her doubts, rose up... she wanted him to see all the way into her. This moment, this precious connection, was too valuable to risk on something as silly as pride or fear.

“Patrick...” She whispered his name, too breathless to say it louder, as his eyes flared with passion and something more. Something much softer, much sweeter.

“Sweet Pixie,” he murmured back, lowering his lips again.

It was almost a relief to close her eyes, to back away from the intense emotional connection that had surged between them. Pleasure rose up as his tongue thrust between her lips, his groin pressing and rubbing against her clit.

He was so big inside of her, so thick, and her fingernails dug into the muscles of his shoulders as he did a slow, erotic bump and grind that had her spasming and gasping for air. Moaning into his mouth, she clawed at him, feeling her orgasm rising up like a swelling tidal wave from the depths of the ocean. The sensation was more intense, more complete, a pleasure than she’d ever experienced before. Maybe it was the size of him, maybe it was because he knew exactly how to touch her, maybe it was because she loved him; most likely, it was an intricate combination of all three.

Not that she really had the brainpower to analyze right now. Hot rapture was sliding through her, wrapping around her limbs, and setting off sparkling lights behind her eyes. Patrick’s steady thrusts were coming faster, harder, his cock pushing deep inside of her as he deliberately rubbed her clit with every stroke. She felt impaled on him, full of him, and so decadently lost in pleasure that there was no room for thoughts or observations.

Just him.

The slick glide of his cock, the tightening of her muscles around him, the feel of his body flexing under her fingertips, and the growling vibrations coming from him as he claimed her. Possessive noises. Pleasured noises.

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