Chapter 170
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* was a slow, calm kiss lust anday
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is bips began to move again, shower, the pulled out of me slowly and then returned with the some lingering pace, filling me in a calculated,
tw wnsation was unlike anything wise, far from the savagery that had been tearing me apert, this drawn–out movement awakened something www.pleasure, intense pleasure,
www be pulled out, slowly, it was as if every nerve screamed in agony, When he pushed back in, the intensity doubled, as if my entire body wwww bwing swallowed by sivutwaves,
I clowed my eyes, trying to think of something else of blood, of fighting, of revenge.
But it was no use,
My traitorous body reacted to every slow thrust, every calm kiss on my mouth.
suddenly, he pulled back slightly, continuing the movement slowly,
Damn you…” I growled through gritted teeth. ‘D–damn you… just finish this already!”
ite didn’t answer,
He just looked at me. Those deep black eyes, fixed on me as if he wanted to engrave every detail of my expression into his mind.
His hand slid down to my hard cock, which was already leaking pre–cum. He began to jerk me off at the same slow, dragging, cruel pace,
it was torture,
Unbwerable torture.
$ stop. My voice failed, and my breathing quickened. “Please…
ite didn’t stop.
is thumb brushed over the head, rubbing the fluid that trickled out, I bit the corner of my mouth, trying to resist.
But it was too good.
fou good to endure.
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The desperation grew.
I wanted to come.
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I wanted it with all my might.
But I would never beg for it. Never.
“Son of a bitch…” I whispered, breathless.
He continued, his eyes locked onto mine.
A smile emerged slowly–dark.
As if he knew exactly how much longer I could hold out.
Suddenly, without warning, he pulled out of me… and slammed back in with force.
The impact was so intense, so precise on that goddamn spot, that my head was thrown back.
A hoarse cry escaped, and then I realized the impossible.
It wasn’t an orgasm.
It wasn’t sperm.
My eyes widened in shock.
That… looked like urine.
‘No…” I stammered, ashamed and terrified. “N–no…
I look at him, terrified, thinking I had pissed myself. But the smile that spreads across the bastard’s lips is wide, perverse, and almost insane.
He laughs softly, his breath hitching. His hand slides down my thigh, spreading the liquid as if it were the most precious thing in the world.
“You didn’t pee, my love.” His voice is low, thick with malice. “That’s a prostatic ejaculation. Your body just opened up for me in a way even you didn’t know you were capable of.”
I feel the heat rush to my face, burning with rage and humiliation.
The anger burned right alongside it.
“Damn you, I hissed.
He began to move again, this time with renewed savagery. Fast, deep, and Brutal, as if he wanted to make up for the previous flow sest.
Every thrust against that spot was driving me mad; I don’t want to feel that again.
I tried to silence the sounds, to bite back the silence, but the groans tore rough my throat i was turned onto my side; his hand pinned my
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thigh, and the pace quickened.
I got the message: he was close.
And 1, unintentionally, was too.
Stop…” I said, hoarse, my chest heaving. “That’s enough.”
He said nothing, only continued at the rapid pace. His other hand moved down, gripping my cock, synchronizing with the movement of his body, trying to drag me along with him.
The chain of the handcuffs rattled when I tried to pull away from his touch.
An electric wave surged through me from top to bottom. I closed my eyes tight, seeking an anchor in the mattress, in my own teeth, in anything that wasn’t him.
The room shrunk until it became nothing but noise: breaths, the creaking of the bed, and the rhythmic clash of skin and metal.
I heard my name spoken like a mantra.
Suddenly, I am brutally flipped onto my back; he folded my legs, leaving me completely exposed. My groans only increased as he shoved his cock deep inside me. I tried to curse, but my voice felt far away, without strength.
My mind, even further.
He bit my chin, and the rhythm changed again, brief and devastating. The mattress groaned beneath us; a deep sound escaped him, and
another from me.
Magnus! Magnus! Oh, fuck.”
He came so deep that a groan escaped my throat, wrenching a dry orgasm from me so intense that the ceiling spun slowly, as if the air had become too heavy to keep me conscious.
Fingers slid across my face, tracing my skin as if it were property.
I heard something–maybe a compliment, maybe just a delusion–but I could no longer distinguish it.
1 wanted to react.
To hate.
To fight back.
But nothing responded.
My vision blurred, the edges plunged into shadow, and the last thing I felt was a kiss on my lips and the bitt
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
