Page 101 of Touch of Hate
I wouldn’t do anything she couldn’t handle.
“Take my cock.” I rock her forward, my hips pounding against her ass, moving her up the bed. “Take it all. Take me deep.”
“I—I can’t.” Her voice is tinged with both pain and pleasure, but she hasn’t asked me to stop; she hasn’t shown me she can’t handle it.
“You can.” Our bodies crash together, and she moans. “You will. Right? Say it. Tell me you’ll take my cock. Tell me you’ll hold it inside you where it belongs.”
When she doesn’t respond, I have no choice but to wrap her hair around my fist and pull her head up, my hips sawing back and forth as I tug harder.
“I can’t hear you.”
A scream tears itself from her when I pull her head back. “Yes! Yes, I can. Give it to me.”
“Louder.”
“Ren, please!”
“Who do you belong to? Who does this pussy belong to?”
I drive myself deep, hard, balls slapping her clit. There is no doubt she’ll have bruises when I’m finished. “Say it.”
“You! Oh god, you!”
“That’s right, your pussy drips juice down my shaft and onto the sheets. You should see the mess you’re making.”
The sound of her submission and all it means sets off an explosion in my core. My thrusts turn into a frenzy that makes me lose my rhythm, my pace, and all conscious thought. The bed’s creaking is a discordant cacophony only overshadowed by our mixed cries of pleasure, pain, and even fear.
Yes. Take me, my angel. My all.
“Come on, angel. You’re going to come for me. Soak my cock with your sweet juices. I need your release like I need my next breath.”
“Ren… oh god,” Scarlet whimpers, but I can feel her muscles tightening, and I know she’s close.
I move faster, my balls slapping her clit harder. I’m nobody good and certainly not worthy of my angel, but she’ll never go without an orgasm when I’m inside her. Biting back my own pleasure, I continue my punishing pace.
“I’m….” The words are cut off as I press her face into the mattress, and ravage her, her tight cunt flexing and clenching around me. She draws me deeper, milking every drop of the cum I’m so eager to deliver, and we explode together.
My grip tightens on her hips, and I pour it into her through her own orgasm. Pouring all my rage, resentment, and obsession into her. Knowing she can take it. Knowing she’s my gift, my salvation.
“Mine.”
Now it’s a whisper, soft, certain.
I release her hair in favor of wrapping my arms around her trembling body, my cock still locking us together as I lie down with her pressed against me like she was when I woke up.
“You’re all mine, angel.”
She shudders, still softly whimpering while I trace a line from her shoulder to her ear with my lips. So precious. So incredibly precious.
“Nobody’s ever going to take you away from me. No one’s ever going to hurt you,” I tell her, tenderness swelling in my heart and pushing away the lingering darkness until I’m at peace.
Only she can do this to me.
“I love you,” I whisper, holding her tighter.
I barely hear her whispered response—I love you, Ren—before closing my eyes and sinking into a blissful, dreamless oblivion.
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