“Kester-
He didn’t listen. A smirk curved his lips. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to withstand the pleasure. I might pass out.
He pressed the vibrating head directly to my clit, and my body reacted immediately.
Pleasure shot through me like lightning, so sharp and sudden it was almost unbearable. My legs jerked violently, trying to close or to get away, but he wouldn’t let me. His free hand locked onto my thigh, pinning me open as the vibrations pulsed against my clit.
“No, no, no-too much-Kester, please!” I sobbed, yanking at the chains, desperate to escape the overwhelming sensation. “It’s too much-!”
But he only laughed.
“Too much?” His voice dripped with amusement and raw hunger. His thick cock plunged into me over and over, stretching me wide, fucking me deeper than I ever thought possible.
“But you’re taking it so well,” he praised, his breath hot against my cheek. “Look at you, Kasmine, Totally ruined.
I shook my head, tears spilling down my face, my body thrashing beneath him. I couldn’t do this-I couldn’t handle this.
But Kester didn’t care.
He threw his head back, his strong neck flexing, a groan tearing from his throat as he devoured the sight of me. The way my back arched. The way my walls clenched around him, struggling to accommodate his ruthless pace. The way my legs trembled as the vibrations wrecked me and forced pleasure upon me so intense it blurred the edges of my sanity.
“You look so perfect like this,” he groaned, tightening his grip on my thigh. “So open, so helpless… so mine.”
I shattered.
All the pressure that had been building for too long coiled tighter and tighter until my body couldn’t hold it back any longer. The vibrations against my clit pushed me over the edge, dragging me into an abyss of mind-shattering pleasure.
I screamed.
My body jerked and seized-
And then I exploded.
A rush of warm liquid gushed from me uncontrollably, soaking both of us and dripping onto the sheets in a hot, pulsing wave.
Kester froze.
His eyes were blown wide, watching me fall apart beneath him as he felt the liquid dripping down his length.
“Kester… What… What just happened?” My voice broke with the force of his thrusts. I was worried. Did I just pee on the bed?
Something in him snapped.
His grip on my thigh tightened brutally, his thrusts growing wild and desperate, the sounds of our slick privates meeting filling the room.
“Good girl,” he rasped, voice filled with pride and possession. “You squirted for me, Kasmine. You belong to me, baby.”
My vision exploded with white-hot light, my body spasming uncontrollably as wave after wave of unbearable pleasure consumed me.
But he didn’t stop.
Not yet.
The vibrator still pulsed against my oversensitive clit, sending sharp aftershocks through my trembling frame. Kester’s thrusts grew erratic and desperate, his breath ragged as he chased his own release. His fingers dug into my flesh, holding me down and forcing me to take everything he gave me.
“Mine,” he growled again, his voice thick, broken and raw. All of you. Only me.”
A second later, he tensed-
And with a deep, guttural groan, he snapped.
His cock pulsed forcefully inside me, heat flooding my core as he spilled into me, his release mixing with mine, making his body shake from the force of it.
And then-
Something happened.
Something that had never happened before.
As the last waves of pleasure wracked through me, my vision cleared just enough to focus on him…
I saw it.
A single tear.
Sliding down the sharp edge of his cheek.
My breath hitched.
Kester never cried.
Never showed weakness.
But for the first time, I saw his weakness-
The raw, unfiltered emotion beneath his dominance. The depth of what he felt and what this meant to him.
And it made my heart ache.
KASMINE.
The sheets tangled beneath us as we lay in each other’s arms. Thanks to the air conditioner in the room, my body temperature was beginning to regulate. I was feverishly hot after Kester ruined me.
His palm moved lazily up and down my back as I lay on his chest, my fingers absentmindedly tracing over the ridges of his muscles.
“I hope I wasn’t too hard on you, baby?” He asked in a gruff voice, and his question was almost laughable. Kester was anything but gentle. And he knew that.
“It’s nothing I couldn’t handle,” I replied, and his chest heaved with a deep sigh before he kissed my forehead.
“I’m sorry, love. You’ll get used to it.”
And that was supposed to make me feel better? That’s funny.
No matter how many times we fucked, I’d never get used to it. Kester was insatiable. Greedy. A man who didn’t just fuck-he devoured. He destroyed. He owned. And the worst part? I let him. I wanted him to.
I hadn’t even gotten my wolf yet. So, sometimes, when he fucked me, and his wolf slipped out and shared partial control, it usually sent me to the brink of death and back before he realized and shut him out. I wasn’t built to handle the force of him when he lost control, and he knew it.
But soon, I’ll get my wolf. And then, I’d finally know what it meant to be taken by a man who didn’t have to hold back.
I didn’t know if I should fear that day… or crave it.
I’ll get my mate as soon as I get my wolf, hopefully. But even at that, I’d let Kester fuck me one last time before I finally bear my mate’s mark, just to know how it feels to be taken by an ‘unhinged’ Kester.
I cleared my throat, contemplating if I should ask him why he reacted the way he did earlier, but I didn’t know if it was a good idea.
“Say it,” I heard him say, and I paused.
“Say what?” I asked, pretending I didn’t know what he meant.
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