My head fell back, my hands digging into his hair as he moved lower, trailing wet kisses down my stomach, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of my panties.
“Let me remind you, baby.” He hooked the fabric, dragging it down my legs slowly, “Let me remind you who you fucking belong to.”
He turned me harshly, pressing my back against him, my bare stomach leaning against the railing.
The height beneath me was dizzying-just one slip, and I’d be swallowed by the water and darkness beneath us.
But the risk made it intoxicating.
The way he easily pulled down his pants and freed his length made me shudder. And then, the next moment, he pushed inside my sore pussy. A yelp escaped my lips at the suddenness.
My body arched beneath him with a mixture of pain and pleasure, fear and desire, when he began to thrust into me.
He gripped my hips tightly, pulling me closer to him to give him a better angle for a deeper penetration.
“Ahh… Kester… Please…” I cried as he pushed me to the edge.
He moved his hand to my throat, his thumb rubbing against my pulse as he spoke, “You are mine. Only mine. Do you understand?” his voice was dark and dangerous. I nodded, my breath coming in ragged gasps. “Don’t make me kill anyone else because of you.”
My brain was too busy to even proceed what he had just said. I just nodded blindly, moaning like a slut.
“Don’t just stand there. Fucking fuck me back!” He rasped, smacking my bare ass, making me to yelp. I obeyed, moving my hips and waist to match his thrusts.
As he thrust deeper, I noticed a section of the railing, a splintered piece of wood, looking increasingly fragile. The force of his punishing thrusts was making it crack and splitter even more.
I tried to move, but his hand held my waist firmly, keeping ne right in place.
My stomach clenched.
“Kester-
His hand shot up to my throat, fingers curling around it, cutting off my words before they could spill.
“Not a word.” He warned, his voice dripping with so much control it made my skin burn. “Just take it.”
A whimper caught in my throat as he drove into me harder, with each thrust rocking me forward, pushing me toward the very edge I was trying to avoid.
Panic licked at the edges of my pleasure. The railing wasn’t built for this. I gripped the wood, my nails biting into the smooth surface, but it only seemed to worsen the break. If he didn’t stop-if he kept driving into me with this recklessness, one particularly hard thrust, the rail might give way entirely.
“Kester, the rail…” I managed, but his fingers dug into the skin of my throat.
“I said take it,” He gritted his teeth.
My heart slammed against my ribs. Every inch of my body screamed for survival, but another, deeper part of me- one far more dangerous-thrived in the threat.
Kester’s grip on my throat tightened. “You love it, don’t you?”
I did. Goddess help me, I did.
The fear. The pleasure. The way his cock kept me tethered even as the world beneath us threatened to crumble.
Suddenly, the rail gave a sickening lurch. My body jolted forward, only to be wrenched back by Kester’s grip. He growled low in his throat, dragging me against him.
“Stay with me,” he commanded, his breath ragged against my ear. “I’ve got you.”
But did he? The rail screamed beneath us, giving another warning that it couldn’t take much more.
Then-
No, no no-
A final snap.
The rail shifted.
I gasped, but Kester was faster. His arms locked around my waist, yanking me against his chest just as the wood beneath us creaked its last protest.
A second later, he was inside me again-holding me up, with his arm wrapped across my neck, fucking me through the chaos like nothing had just happened.
His other hand, which held my hips, began to slide up and down my clit, drawing out what remnant of pleasure there was.
His other hand wrapped around my throat again, pulling my head up to meet his towering gaze from behind me. He smirked when he saw the tear that escaped my eyes.
All I could do was whimper at that point and pray my body could go on much longer.
Kester pulled out of me with a wet sound, his muscles still tense from holding me upright.
He made me face him and lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist on instinct, my slick heat rubbing against the hardness of his abdomen.
He didn’t give me a moment to recover. His mouth latched onto my breast, and his hot, wet tongue swirled around the stiff peak before he bit down just enough to make me gasp.
“Kester-“
A sharp slap landed on my ass, the sting rippling through my body, sending a fresh wave of heat between my thighs.
“Shh, baby,” he husked against my skin. He licked over the spot where his teeth had just been, soothing the burn before delivering another firm spank. “Fuck. I want to own every fucking part of you.”
I whimpered, my fingers diving into his hair, tugging him closer. He walked us inside. The dim glow of the room highlighted the hunger in his gaze as he carried me toward the couch.
I barely had time to process before he dropped onto the couch with me straddling his lap.
But he didn’t move.
Instead, he just looked at me. I was a panting mess.
His dark eyes roamed over my face, drinking me in like I was the only thing keeping him breathing.
I swallowed as I stared back at him, wondering what was going on in his mind. His intense stare always made my cheeks burn. I would never get used to Kester’s intense stare. It did things to me that I was so ashamed to admit.
He sucked in air and placed his forehead against mine briefly before pulling away and gazing into my eyes.
Then, so softly I almost didn’t hear it, he whispered, “I love you.”
My lungs constricted, and I suddenly forgot how to speak.
Gods. The tenderness in his eyes was a discovery.
His fingers tightened on my hips, his jaw flexing as he closed his eyes for a brief moment before opening them again. “I fucking love you, Kasmine.”
I parted my lips, but nothing came out.
His eyes darkened, searching mine for an answer.
“Say it back,” he murmured, almost pleading. “Tell me you love me, baby.”
I froze.
His fingers twitched against my skin, his brows furrowing ever so slightly. “You’ve never said it before.” His voice was quieter now, “Not once.”
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