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I shake my head.
"Lily, talk to me." He puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes me back, gazing into my eyes as the tears spill over, silently taking part of my energy with them.
"I love you."
"I know you do."
"I should tell you more often."
"Lily, I know admitting your feelings for me is one of the hardest things you've ever done."
I climb up, throwing my leg over him, pressing my forehead to his. I run my nose down his, closing my eyes. He wraps his hands around my ass and sighs.
"I don't know if I can protect you like this . . . "
"Oh, hon," he whispers, grabbing my head and locking his lips on mine.
Fire courses through me at the feel of his mouth on mine. I put my hands on either side of his head and deepen the kiss, claiming him as mine. Grinding my pelvis into him, my sex pulses with the need to feel him inside me. He moans, low and guttural.
I break the kiss. Grabbing his shirt, I rip it open, sending buttons in every direction. Leaning down, planting kisses across his chest, the hair tickles my face, making me grin against his tan skin, his hand tightening in my hair. I move to his collarbone, up his neck, back to his mouth.
"I'll die before I let anyone get to you." I pant, kissing him again, gently biting his bottom lip.
"God, I love you," he breathes.
I vault up, standing next to the bed, stripping out of my clothes in record time. Blake wastes no time ridding himself of his as well. Without thinking twice about it, I grab the headboard and lower myself onto his waiting erection, crying out as he fills me.
His hands grip my hips as I move hard with one goal in mind. Blake growls, sitting up, kissing my neck, biting my collarbone. I throw my head back in ecstasy, the slow burn in my stomach increasing quickly— gasoline poured on a fire.
My body arches and bows trying to control the impending orgasm, failing miserably. Blake's hands tighten on my hips, pushing me down onto him, harder still.
"Fuck, Lily, let go!"
"No," I hiss through gritted teeth.
"Yes," he snarls, twisting so he's on top of me.
He pulls my leg up and pounds into me so hard, I see stars.
"Damn it, Blake!" I cry out, as my orgasm rips through me, a mix of pleasure and brutal pain.
Blake stills, biting my neck as he cums inside me. He leans back on his knees, pulling me into his arms. I kiss his neck, his shoulder, as we both shake with the aftershocks of our impromptu fucking session.
"You're beautiful and amazing . . . and I love you so much, Lily."
"I love you, too."
He lowers us onto the bed, and I drift before my head fully sinks into the pillow.
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I wish someone would beat me to death already. It's only been three days and they've got me up for sale, again.
"Now, for your bidding pleasure is this tough piece of meat. As you can tell, she likes the rough treatment. Do your worst and she'll beg for more. The bidding starts at one hundred fifty thousand U.S. dollars," the auctioneer says.
I zone out. After almost nine years going through this, I've stopped giving a shit how much I cost. I close my eyes and try to think about something nice, but nothing comes to mind. Just endless memories of whips, canes, and blood.
"Sold!" the auctioneer says, his voice echoing off the walls.