Chapter 45

The sound of his balls slapping violently and the fire crackling echoed through the room. I thought I’d given myself over to Dane, but I’d been wrong. The combination of him knowing what I needed before I even said the word that would stop it all and knowing I’d been hurt before I could explain it was overwhelming. I have cried a multitude of times over the last few months, but I’d never felt as raw, as seen, as I did now. As my cheek burned against the rug as Dane pummeled into me, as my pussy wept and squelched, and as my orgasm caused my vision to go white.

“Fuck. This pussy was made for me. You’re my own personal cum rag, aren’t you?” Dane growled.

My mouth hung open, but nothing came out. There wasn’t a single thought in my head. The only thing I could do was focus on the way he pulled out of me, causing obscene sounds, only to slam into me like the world would end if he didn’t. The silence, the peace, this man brings me is shocking. My vision clears and ebony hair blocks my view