Chapter 33

CHAPTER

THIRTY-THREE

EDMUND

Toying with her and denying her for over an hour, I need to be inside of her as much as she needs me there. Bruisingly gripping her hips, I sink myself in to the hilt in a single thrust. The feral sound that blows from her lips when I bottom out inside of her is fucking music to my ears.

Forcing myself to stay motionless, I grit through my teeth, “Now, beg me to fuck your needy cunt.”

“Please, Eddie.” Her voice is full of pain as she begs.

“More,” I demand as I bring my palm down on the tender flesh of her ass.

“Please. I need to come,” she pleads with breathless, tortured words, “Please…fuck your needy cunt.”

“Oh, fuck, little rose.” I slide my hand up her spine and into her hair. Wrapping it around my fist, I yank her head from the table as I begin to drive into her. So needy from the denial, it only takes a minute of deep, hard thrusts for her to come undone.

“Oh. God. Eddie.” The heavy words rattle from her as I continue punishingly fucking her through the wave of euphoria.

“Are you…praying…to me…little rose?” I grunt out the words between thrusts. Keeping my brutal pace, I quickly draw another release from her before slowing my thrusts. As much as I want— no, need— to come inside her, I’m not ready for this to end just yet.

“I won’t be a merciful god.” I tighten my hold on her locks, forcing her to wince as I painfully arch her back. “There will be no grace. You’re going to come, making a fucking mess of my cock, until I’ve had enough of you.”

Edging myself, I pull orgasm after orgasm from her until even I have lost count. I drag yet another painfully blissful release from her, watching as her hands fist the edges of the table aggressively. Her lips trembling when she whimpers, “I can’t.”

“Just one more,” I groan, not stopping my brisk, deep strokes, knowing I’m only thrusts from my own undoing. Her cunt continues convulsing around my cock, and there is no stopping the inevitable. My balls constrict as I bury myself in her, momentarily losing my control as I spill into her.

Loosening my grip on her hair, I gently lay her against the glass. I lean over her and press my sweaty body against her fatigued one to undo the cuffs binding her to the table. Her breaths are still deep and heavy when I scoop her into my arms and lift her listless body into mine.

“You are so fucking incredible,” I whisper against her forehead while carrying her into the house and to my room. “The way you take me, it’s like you were fucking made for me.”

She’s so fucking perfect, it’s like I dreamed her into existence.

Pulling back the covers, I gingerly lay her on the bed and leave her for a moment to grab some arnica cream and a towel from my bathroom. I purchased a container for myself a week ago—it was only a matter of time before I couldn’t stop myself from bringing her here. By the time I return to the bed, her eyes are closed. Knowing how fucking spent I am, I can only imagine the extent of her exhaustion.

Opening the jar, I rub it between my hands to warm it before spreading it across her bruising ass. My touch causes her to whimper in her sleep, and I surprise myself when I comfort her. “I know, little rose. Just a little more. You need it.”

After wiping my hands on the towel, I climb into bed and pull her into me.

I still need to feel her against me.

Wrapping my arm around her, I brush the sweaty tendrils of hair from her face as she sleepily nuzzles into me. I stare down at her, watching her sleep as I continue to stroke along the hair I tucked behind her ear.

She’s perfect.

Perfect for me.

There isn’t a scenario in this universe that I can fathom what I did to deserve her. I cannot think of a single redeemable moment of goodness I’ve put into the world.

But she’s mine…

Mine.

I don’t care if I’m not good for her, even if it ruins her.

“You’re mine, little rose,” I mutter quietly against her forehead. “Only mine. I’m not fucking sharing you anymore.”

The shit with Michales ends now.

The only way he will ever lay another hand on her will be over my fucking dead body.

He will never get the opportunity to be inside of what belongs to me.