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There's nothing left of me before this moment. The beast inside him has engulfed every last ounce of innocence from meand replaced it with a needy little bitch in heat for Kingsley Baxter.
He lets go and reaches around, gripping my throat with his hand as he drives himself into me, his teeth drawing blood from my shoulder making me scream.
"This is my little cunt, do you hear me, Luna? Mine. It was made for my cock. And I was made for you, sweetheart. I've waited my whole life for you."
My breath catches in my throat, and the sensation of the way he's fucking me without mercy, and the sheer force drags me, screaming, into orgasm. And he roars, following me as my pussy clenches around him. The last thing I feel is his cock emptying inside me, his hand gripping and relaxing around my throat.
When I come to, he's holding me, cradled in his arms in his chair, my body sweaty and shivering in his lap, as he gently whispers in my ear, stroking my hair.
"You're okay, sweetheart. I'm here. You're okay..."
I can barely answer, the words forming on my tongue but never quite making it past my lips. He reaches for his suit coat and drapes it over me, his hand gently rubbing my back, whispering calming words into my ear, as I uncontrollably shake . After a few minutes, he lifts me in his arms, carries me to his suite, and lays me into his bathtub, turning the water on hot as he climbs in behind me, and pulls me against his chest.
"I've got you," he promises.
"I... I don't know...I'm sorry."
His arms tighten around me, almost crushing my lungs, but it's what I need. "It's okay... you're okay. I might've just pushed you a little too hard."
"No…I don't know…"
His lips press softly on my shoulder. "Shhh...I've got you. You're safe. "
"Thank you," I murmur, letting my body fall limp against him.
He cups the filling water in the tub and pours it over me, handful by handful, until the goose bumps on my skin start to fade and the water rises so that it's covering us both.
He gently turns the water off, and wraps his arms and legs around me tightly.
"That was fun," I finally say, when I have control of my mouth again. "Can we do it again?"
His laugh is soft and gentle as he lays a kiss on my shoulder. "We can. If you want. But only if you want. I'm sorry, you got me so worked up I probably should've taken it a little easier on you."
"No. I liked it. But I don't think I could ever have done it with anyone but you."
His growl warms my back. "You better not ever even think about it."
I wrap his arms around my chest and wriggle back against him, sighing as his fingers trace over my bare stomach.
"Did you mean what you said, about waiting for someone like me?"
"Have I ever said anything I don't mean?"
I ponder the question for a moment, taking a leaf out of his book. "I don't think so,"
"So why would that statement be any different?"
"Because I just can't imagine that I'm the right person for you." I slide deeper under the water, hiding. I talk a lot of bravado but there are insecurities about myself I might never be able to shake. And being good enough for him might always be one of those things.
His voice is soft and reassuring against my neck. "Good thing you're not in charge of who is right for me."
"Then who is."
"Have you really forgotten just how bossy I am? I'm losing my touch."
His fingers trace the line of my neck as if to prove the exact opposite.
"And who's to say that I'm the right person for you? I'm wrong for you in just about every way there is to be wrong for someone."
