A lash of relief ran through Danika’s body as she stood up. Her shaky legs carried her to the high king-sized, well-arranged bed with a red bedsheet clinging to it. She climbed onto it and gave him her back. Tears prickled the back of her eyes, and she didn’t know why. She blinked quickly to keep them away.
The bed dipped, and he climbed in behind her. He was still clothed, she noticed, as his clothing brushed her thigh.
Her eyes closed again; her body drew taut like a drawn bow as she waited for his rough invasion of her.
Surprise shot through her when he lined his phallus to her opening and slowly started working himself inside her. He pressed into her inch after inch, going slowly until he buried himself to the hilt.
“Oh,” she breathed, feeling pleasure spread through her to dull the pain. She arched her back, still feeling unbearably full.
He pulled back and pushed into her again, just as slowly. She bit her lips as he repeated the movement over and over again until her body was so hypersensitive her breath was leaving her mouth in quick gasps. Then he picked up the pace, slamming into her so hard her teeth rattled. The painful pleasure made her cry out repeatedly as he continued the movement, plunging deep and withdrawing and plunging again.
Danika clawed the bedsheets; her eyes slid shut as he rocked her world as he rocked her. His hand went around her and curled around her throat. “What is it about you?” he groaned again behind her, slamming into her again. His hand holding her still to take his punishing hard strokes.
She sobbed, her body shivering. She couldn’t process the question he was asking her because of the demands he was making on her body. He was going to split her in two.
His hand snaked around and squeezed her breast. He tweaked her nipple, drawing a moan from her tight throat. Her hand shot out and clenched on his clothed thigh, trying to slow down the force of his thrusts.
The tears came back again. Danika wasn’t sure if it was from the hurtful slams of his body or the things her body was craving from his.
She wanted—needed—his warmth. Him to take her as a man would take his lover, not as a master would take his slave. Not as Cone’s daughter would take the monster her father created. She wanted him to take her naked, not clothed.
His hand on her neck tightened, his hand on her hip, pulling her back to meet his hard thrusts. He groaned as he slammed into her repeatedly, hitting the very end of her. She cried out as he angled his thrusts. The tears that prickled her eyes before filling her eyes. She knew she had no right to feel the things she was feeling. If he had any to give, she didn’t have the right to want his warmth. She had no right… but she wanted it. Her body craved that warmth. Badly.
And so, when he pulled back again, his organ gliding inside her tender flesh, her legs gave out and she fell face-forward on the bed. She twisted immediately so she laid on her back, turning to face him. She closed her eyes, squeezing them shut tight.
“Please…” she whispered, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes down her ears to splash on the bed.
“Danika,” he grated in a hard, commanding tone.
She shook her head from side to side miserably. At that moment, her brain had shorted, and she wasn’t thinking of how he’d punish her for doing this.
“Please,” she whispered again, her eyes still closed tight, knowing he didn’t want her to see him. She parted her thighs for him, her body lifting uncontrolled on the bed, waiting for the embrace of his.
The silence was deafening.
In the back of her mind, she knew he could forcefully pull her up and force her back to her previous position. He had the strength of so many men and he could easily flip her around. She waited for him to do so with her eyes closed tight. The night air was whipping around, making her feel cold and empty.
Then she felt his hand nudge her head, and she raised it for him. When she felt the familiar feel of the blindfold coming down around her eyes, the deep feeling of relief and pleasure released more tears from her eyes.
The blindfold secured, he pulled back, and she held the rough material of his clothing. The bed dipped again, and she felt his weight come down on her.
“Yes,” she sighed and wrapped her arms around him. He stiffened at the contact and took her hands into his, and then he pulled them high above her head as he thrust repeatedly inside her.