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“God, I love how soft you are,” I groan against her skin as I trail kisses down her neck, across her shoulders, until I reach her belly button. I straighten, steadying myself on my knees, and drink her in. She looks back at me, not blinking.

I take out my aching cock, and without any hesitation, I bury myself inside her. Instantly, she clenches around me, crying out at the stretch. For a moment, while she adjusts to my length, we stay like that. But before long, she winds her hands around my neck and pulls me closer.

“What are you doing to me?” I bring my mouth to hers.

My mind goes hazy the second her tongue brushes mine.

This kind of kiss makes me feel like I’m levitating, no longer here in the room.

Just with her. We could be anywhere in the world; only her presence matters.

Bella owns my heart and my mind. She’s the fucking light at the end of the tunnel.

The cure to all my ailments. The antidote against any poison.

I can handle anything life throws at me as long as we’re together.

Hips lifted, she encourages me to thrust deeper.

Her moans are sweeter than any music, filling the room along with my growls.

I fuck her hard, and she meets me thrust for thrust. She’s so hot for me, her skin burning under my palms. On instinct, I cuff her throat, my fingers wrapping tightly around it.

The dark ink on my hand contrasts beautifully with her flawless skin.

I squeeze, and her eyes bulge.

“More,” she whispers, arching her back.

I add a little more pressure, controlling her breathing.

Her face reddens, but her smile only broadens. “More,” she begs.

Pain turns her on, I’ve always known that. Yet it blinds me now. She isn’t into BDSM, and…this isn’t the way we normally pleasure one another.

My gut constricts. What did that monster do to her?

I release my hold on her and lean back. Why the fuck did I let those thoughts enter my mind?

I pull out of her and climb out of bed, stroking my dick, which is still wet with her juices.

She props herself up on her elbows, searching my face, concern flashing in her eyes.

“Come here,” I command, holding her gaze.

She sits up and takes off her T-shirt. The sight makes my blood sing. I feel drunk, the view intoxicating.

“Come here,” I repeat, jaw clenched.

She shimmies closer, and when she’s within reach I snag her legs and haul her to the edge of the bed. I don’t stop until her ass is halfway off the mattress. Then, with an arm around her waist, I flip her onto her belly.

Eagerly, she props herself up onto her knees and elbows.

The sound of my slap rings out, sounding foreign, instantly followed by a muffled moan. I study her—face buried in the bedding, a red handprint on her ass. The contrast in color makes my cock jerk.

At the same time, my heart lurches. Did I cross the line? I’ve never slapped her that hard before. Uneasiness washes over me. What changed? Where did this need to mark her come from? What if?—

“Harder,” she orders, breathless.

The desire in her voice quickens my heartbeat and sends all rational thought into the abyss.

She pushes up onto her palms and peers over her shoulder. “Harder.”

I put one hand on her back, guiding her into the mattress so her ass is in the air and I have better access to her pussy.

Her rosy lips glisten with her wetness. I’m starving, and she’s the only one who can quench my thirst and stop this agony.

I angle my cock and slide inside her again. She’s so warm, so ready for me.

With my hands on her hips, I dig my fingers into her flesh as I pound into her—rough, meticulous, unrestrained. She rocks her body, meeting me halfway. The word “harder” spills from her again and again. It’s a line I shouldn’t cross, but…she wants it.

I lift my hand and slap her ass again, this time hard enough to make my palm sting. Instantly, another red handprint forms, and my body ignites, turning the spark inside me into a wildfire. It’s tantalizing. Erotic. Ready to destroy the foundation of my beliefs.

Something so wrong shouldn’t feel so good.

But it does. My vision blurs, and all coherent thought leaves my mind. Pleasure and pain, two conflicting sensations, mix into an explosive cocktail.

“Do you want more?” I ask, clutching her hair in my fist, pulling her to me. “Does my little slut want more?”

“Yes,” she moans, her pussy fluttering around me.

I can’t hold back my groan. I release her without slowing my movements. “Such a good little slut you are.” I spank her other ass cheek, driving myself inside her with full force, literally seeing stars. “My marks on your body…look perfect…baby…”

“Again,” she pleads.

One.

“More…”

Two .

“Harder…”

Three .

I wipe sweat off my forehead with one hand, clutching her hip with the other to keep her steady.

My heart pounds violently, ready to jump out of my chest. I hover on the precipice of my release and spread her wider, force myself deeper.

With every thrust, I will her memories of that asshole to vanish.

I want to make her forget about him completely, not just lock those memories away like she did years ago.

No, I want to clear her mind and replace her every thought with ones of me.

“You take me so fucking well,” I praise her. “And my handprints…damn, baby, they look so good on you.”

I tighten my hold on her hips, my nails digging into the soft skin there. She yelps, the sound followed by a moan. Her skin is red and probably tender, my touch paining her.

I’m sorry, babe, but there’s no other way to do this.

Closing my eyes, I let go, railing into her at a furious pace, my hips smacking into hers again and again. I clutch her hair and tug, and when she shudders in response, pleasure ripples through my whole body.

Her breath comes in shallow bursts. She fists the sheets so hard, her knuckles turn white. She’s almost there, her body soaring.

I push harder, my body on fire, and as she cries out, her body spasms. She quivers, and I release my hold on her so she can ride out the pleasure. Instantly, she buries her face in the blankets, muffling her moans.

Pumping into her, I chase my orgasm. My balls draw up tight, my spine tingling. Her pussy contracts, and the rhythmic pulsing triggers my own undoing. A thousand fireworks explode behind my eyes, and with a growl, I spill my cum inside her.

“Fuck, baby,” I pant. “You make me lose my goddamn mind.”

She lowers herself so her chest is pressed to the mattress, her ass still in the air. Her legs shake, ready to give out.

“You took my spankings so damn beautifully.”

I step back, pulling out, and slump onto the bed. As I catch my breath, I stare at the ceiling. After a release like that, I should be spent, but my cock is at full fucking attention, trembling against my stomach.

Beside me, Bella surveys me, her eyes hooded. Her hair is in her face, sticking to her forehead. Drawn to her in the way I always am, I move closer. I want nothing more than to trace her lips with my fingertips. But before I can, she scrambles off the bed, tucking her wild locks behind her ears.

“What is it?” I jackknife up to sitting, my heart pounding for a different reason now. “Tell me, baby.”

“I want you.” She tosses a leg over my hips, grips my rock-hard dick, and lowers herself onto it.

I sink deep, groaning in elation, and as she rocks her hips, my eyes roll back in my head.

She works me over like that, never taking her eyes off my face. I don’t want to look away either. Every reaction is mine. Every moan. Every squeal, every groan. Everything.

She is mine.

“It feels so good, Bella. Keep doing that…”

“Like this?” She rotates, moving her hips in little circles.

As much as I don’t want to miss a moment, I can’t keep my eyes from falling closed. Breath ragged, all I can do is feel. I’m so deep inside her.

“Yeah, baby.” I palm her breasts, twisting and pinching her pebbled nipples. “Keep going. I love how you fuck me.”

“I love riding you.” She quickens her pace, her tits bouncing.

Did she love riding him?

The thought hits out of nowhere, unwelcome and unwanted. I frown. Why the hell am I thinking that? He doesn’t matter. He shouldn’t matter.

I paw her tits, squeezing, kneading.

She grimaces a little, but I notice it.

With a shaky inhale, I release her. “Did you…” I trail off, not sure what I’m asking. I just want her to reassure me.

She cups my cheeks between her palms, riding me without stopping. “I’m with you. It’s always only you…I love you…”

Time and again, I’ve lost myself in her. It’s my favorite thing to do. Yet each time, it hits deeper. Each time, she crawls farther under my skin, seeping into my blood. Even my breaths belong to her.

“Ride me, Bella… More, baby…” I beg her, and she indulges me.