Page 60 of Deadmen's Queen
And I did. I took every inch of him deep inside, like I was made for him. He drew back again, then pounded back inside, a slow, relentless rhythm that shook my whole body under the force of his thrusts.
“Fuck,” he cursed, bringing his hand down hard on my ass. I cried out, the sting of his palm sending sparks of heat down to the place where our bodies were joined
The belt cinched around my throat as he reached forward, grabbing it, using it to yank me back harder.
“Nate, I need you,” I gasped, the words barely escaping as he drove into me from behind.
“Say it again,” he growled.
“I need you so badly, Nate,” I repeated, louder this time, my own voice sounding foreign, filled with a primal hunger. “I need your cock. Harder…”
“Fuck.” He lost himself then, his movements becoming more frenzied, each thrust sending shockwaves through my body. His skin slapped against mine, the sound echoing in the vastness of the room. It was raw, unfiltered passion that knew no boundaries, no limits.
“Harder,” I begged, tears running down my face, my lungs struggling for air as the exquisite pressure built within me. He drove into me over and over again, each thrust more ruthless than the last.
Desperate sobs writhed in my throat, grappling for release but met with resistance; an unbearable tension wound up inside me and coiled around every nerve. Nate leaned down towards me, his bare chest pressing against the sticky heat of my back.
“You want more?” He gritted out. I could only whimper in reply, consumed by a wild need that defied words. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. There was only him. In this moment, he was my entire world, my heaven, my hell.
His hand slithered down my flank and reached between my legs, fingers brushing over the sensitive nub there once, twice, before applying steady pressure.
My cry reverberated through the room as he worked me mercilessly with his fingers, driving his cock deeper within me with each thrust until I was writhing beneath him; whimpering, pleading, coming apart under his touch. My climax shattered every coherent thought in my mind as it coursed through me like wildfire on dry kindling; burning everything in its wake.
I writhed beneath him, crying out his name, my body shaking as waves of pleasure crashed over me. He leaned over me, his teeth grazing the curve of my shoulder.
“No more words,” he growled into my ear, “I want to hear you scream.”
I did. Screaming, crying, begging for more as he drove me further into this erotic darkness. My breaths came in frantic gasps as the pleasure became too overwhelming, driving me over the edge once again.
Nate's hand pulled tighter on the belt, and my cries turned into silent gasps.
“Please,” I choked out, my vision beginning to blur at the edges. The world narrowed to this singular moment—the overwhelming sensation of being utterly consumed by him. Darkness crept into my vision, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain—or perhaps they were one and the same.
The pleasure, the pain, the darkness that filled my vision - they merged together, creating an intoxicating cocktail that had me teetering on the edge of consciousness. Yet even as I plummeted into this abyss, part of me yearned for more - yearned for him.
His body pounded against mine, and his fingers dug into my hips, bruising my skin. I didn’t care. I wanted his marks on me, I wanted to be his, to be sucked down into the darkness with him. I wavered in and out of consciousness, his cock my only grip on reality.
Each movement jolted through me, a mix of pleasure and pain that blurred into a heady sensation I craved. It was harsh, it was raw—it was what I needed.
“Fuck, you turn me on so much,” he muttered. “So beautiful... how you take my cock…”
His hands roamed over my body, possessive and demanding, as if he needed to affirm that every inch of me was his. And in those moments, I was. Entirely his. My own darkness mirrored his desires, in the way he wielded pleasure like a weapon, sharp and exquisite. My vision darkened as my legs gave way under me. I was suffocating. I was going to die while he fucked me into oblivion. And I really didn’t fucking care.
“Mine,” he growled out. His whole body shuddered against mine as he rode out his climax, his grip on my hips bruising. He grunted, his thrusts becoming more erratic, and his primal roar echoed through the room. He drove into me one last time before releasing himself inside of me, filling me with his cum, as I sank down into darkness.
Then the pressure vanished from my neck and air flooded into my lungs, sweet and cool. I coughed, sputtering back to consciousness. Nate's hands were on me, his fingers pressed beneath my jawline, at the pulse thrumming wildly. I lay on my side, my hands free, and he was curled behind me, his cock still buried in my pussy.
“Paige?” His voice was tight with panic. “Breathe for me.”
I dragged in a ragged breath, felt the room swim back into focus. The four-poster bed loomed above us, shadows dancing across the ornate wood. The near darkness of the room enveloped us, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat.
“Good girl,” Nate whispered, relief lacing his words. His fingers pulled an errant curl away from my face, a strangely tender gesture from the man who had just fucked me so hard I passed out.
“Are you okay? You didn’t use your safe word.”
It took me a moment to find my voice and the words after what we just went through together. When I finally forced out my words, the only thing I could think of to say had him pulling me closer, burying his head in my hair, as his arms tightened around me.
“I love you, Nate.”