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He flips me again, rising up over me.
"Look at me."
Somehow, I force my eyes open.
He drags me toward him, lining himself up at my entrance. "Keep your eyes on me. Don't look away. I want you to watch me take what belongs to me."
Oh, my god.
He drags my legs up over his shoulder, wrapping one hand up in the harness to hold me in place. The other is busy between my legs. Even as he pushes his way into me, he rubs my clit, playing with me. I'm so wet, so sensitive. I gasp and cry out, still trembling with aftershocks.
He keeps me right there on the edge as he slips inside, inch by inch. I don't feel any pain. He won't let me. I'm stretched and full and dizzy with pleasure. I don't even feel my hymen give way. I don't feel anything but perfect as he watches me, his eyes locked with mine as if he's staring straight into my soul.
"Look at you," he growls when his hips come to rest against mine. "Taking me like a good little fucktoy."
"I am," I gasp.
"Yeah, you are." He leans forward, pressing a hard kiss to my mouth before he presses his lips to my ear. "Now let's see ifyou fuck like one, Dilemma." My muscles clench around him, making him growl loudly. "Mm. Just like that."
He tightens his grip on the harness and begins to move, slow at first as if giving me time to adjust. He watches my face carefully, looking for any signs that I'm uncomfortable or need him to stop. When he doesn't see any, he goes deeper. And then harder.
I throw my head back, shouting into the room.
"Goddamn, Dilemma. I knew this pussy was going to be perfect." He bites the side of my neck, groaning. "I'm going to imprint my fucking cock in it."
"Harder, Bronx."
"You want more?"
"Yes." The fact that I can't move right now is killing me. I want to touch him. Instead, he's touching me everywhere, and all I can do is take it. It's torture all over again, but I don't want it to end. If we get to choose the way we die, I want it to be like this. With him all over me, fucking me to death.
He leans away from me long enough to grab my other leg, pulling it up over his shoulder, too. The change in angle has me shouting in surprise. In ecstasy. I don't even freaking know. But when he starts pounding into me, I lose my mind.
"That's it," he growls. "Scream the fucking roof down while I take what's mine." He slips his hand between my legs again, placing all four fingers against my clit and rapidly moving them back and forth.
I shoot over the edge, shouting.
He roars, flipping me onto my stomach. Before I can even miss him, he's inside me again, fucking me even harder than before. I can't do anything except take it as he slips his thumb into my ass again, using his other hand on the harness to yank me back against him.
"Come again, Gemma," he orders.
I want to tell him no. If I come again, I might not survive it. But before I can even muster the words, another orgasm plows into me, knocking my world out of orbit. I fall into it, letting the waves knock me down again and again.
"Good girl." He runs his hand down my back before flipping me again. I land on my back, staring up at him through dazed eyes. He wraps my legs around his hips, dragging my ass into his lap. "You look fucking perfect when you're coming all over me, beautiful. I need to see it again."
"I can't," I gasp.
"You can. You will." He leans down, brushing his lips across mine. "I've got you, Gemma. You can take it."
Except, I already know I can't. If I come again, I'm going to shatter into pieces too fine to put back together. All the king's horses and all the king's men… Isn't that how the saying goes?
But he's staring at me like I'm magic, his eyes full of pride and affection. And when I'm in his arms, I think maybe there is magic in the world. Or magic in us, perhaps. Because, despite every nerve-ending in my body feeling like it's one sensation from complete annihilation, I don't tell him no. How can I?
I think I'd give this man my soul if he asked it of me.
"Yes," I whisper. "I c-can t-take it."
"I know you can." His blinding smile tips me over the edge from love into obsession. He begins to rock inside me again, moving slow and sweet this time. He runs his hands all over me. His lips too. Even bound in ropes, unable to move, he manages to make me feel priceless.
