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I allow the rich timbre of Briar’s desperate whimpers to wash over me like a siren’s song, every hitched gasp and muffled whine stoking the flames of smouldering lust flickering through my veins. Christ, the sight of her slender form contorting in the throes of ecstasy is utterly mesmerising.

“Fuck me,” I rasp, rolling my lower lip between my teeth as I observe each minute tremor that ripples through her muscles. Those fluttering eyelashes… the way her feverish skin flushes with each fresh wave of pleasure cresting over her… Fucking hell, it’s bloody intoxicating to witness.

I’m learning every nuance, each delicate twitch that betrays when I’ve struck that perfect chord within her lithe body. The little furrow knotting her brow when she’s perched on the razor’s edge, teetering between agony and rapture. And then the way her lush mouth drops open in a silent scream as I grant that exquisite release.

Briar’s ragged pants slowly begin to even out, the crescendo of her climax gradually ebbing into those full-body shudders that make my cock throb with need. Christ, I could watch her shatter over and over again without ever growing sated. She’s a bloody vision like this—splayed out and wrecked, creamy thighs quivering as the aftershocks continue to jolt through her nerve endings.

She is my Madonna. An enigma with a smile that makes you wonder what’s behind those devious eyes while drawing you in to wallow within the rapture of her passionate warmth.

A raspy whine spills from those bitten lips when I begin dragging my cock out of her with agonising leisure. Every ridge and bar scrapes tantalising friction over her sensitised flesh until just the swollen tip remains nestled within her clinging entrance.

“Please… n-no, don’t stop,” she sobs breathily, liquified eyes glazed and pleading as they flutter back open. Briar instinctively tries to arch those trim hips up in search of the delicious fullness now being denied her. My forearm slips from beneath her hips, lowering her so my hand can brace against the dip of her waist, keeping her in place as I withdraw completely.

“You said you were a greedy girl, srdie?ko,” I remind her in a low rumble, fingertips tracing idle circles over the pebbled skin of her Brand. “Don’t worry, I intend to sate that craving.”

Briar whines inarticulately at my taunt, but the desperate fluttering of her inner walls around emptiness speaks volumes of her need. Smirking, I remove my hand from the headboard in favour of skimming my palm over her abdomen, down to grip one hip in a cruel embrace.

“Flip over onto your hands and knees,” I command gruffly, purposefully not waiting for her acquiescence before leveraging my superior strength.

With my forearm looping back around her trim waist, I’m hauling Briar’s frame upright with insulting ease. She squeaks in surprise when I promptly use the burst of momentum to twist her onto her belly, little hands scrambling for purchase as I guide her knees beneath her haunches.

I hiss a breath through clenched teeth at the pretty picture she presents—shoulder blades flexing in an inviting arch, arse canted enticingly. Briar whines again as the chains jangling from her abused nipples drag over the rumpled duvet with each shallow inhale. Reaching down, I scoop up the ring resting against the cotton and give a gentle tug backwards.

The soft rasp of metal draws another full-body shudder from Briar, spine curling as her muscles seize beneath the weight of sensation no doubt ricocheting through her nerve endings. I can easily make out the fine tremor rippling through her, those shoulders sinking lower into the bedding as if seeking any escape from the onslaught. Her muffled gasps into the pillows only seem to intensify with each incremental tightening of the clamps’ chains.

“Fuck yes, srdie?ko,” I growl in dark approval, lips curling into a wicked smirk at her display. My fingers gather links of slack from the final chain dangling between Briar’s splayed thighs, applying exquisite tension to tether her swollen clit.

The resulting shudder that lances through her entire frame is downright exquisite. Briar lets out a muffled curse into the bedding, fingers twisting in the sheets as her hips instinctively twitch away from the razor’s edge I’m guiding her towards. Her breath hitches with each shallow inhale, cunt clenching greedily around nothing. I feel every visceral reaction as if it were conducted along my very own nerve endings.

“A-, please… God, please, fuck me more.” The raw entreaty laces through the breathless sigh winding from between Briar’s parted lips. I’m powerless to deny the guttural groan that rumbles deep in my throat, every syllable igniting fresh embers of hunger searing through my groin.

I’m not God, but for her I may as well be at this moment.

Maintaining that delicious strain on the clit chain, I shift my knees between her splayed thighs to find better stability. With my free hand, I grip Briar’s hip in a punishing hold and haul her hips back flush against my own pelvis, the pierced crown of my cock nestling against her saturated entrance with lewd promise.

Any further contemplation scatters when Briar tries to impale herself on my shaft without so much as a by your leave. That insolent little—Fury lances through my veins, loosening my control just enough for me to unleash the vicious snarl building in my chest. My palm lashes out to deliver a stinging slap against the soft swell of her arse, the resulting jiggle mesmerising.

Briar’s breath hitches around a whimper, the punishing sting no doubt radiating delicious heat through the sensitive flesh. As if she bloody needed any reminder of who’s in control here. Sneering in dark satisfaction, I add another vicious tug against the chain tethering her clit—ensuring every nuance of my displeasure properly registers.

I exhale a low rumble of approval at Briar’s shuddering reaction, leaning forward to grind the thick underside of my cock through her saturated lips. The ridged barbells catch and snag deliciously on the chain tethering her swollen pearl, eliciting a muffled sob from where she has her face buried in the pillows.

“Did you really think you could take what’s mine without permission, srdie?ko?” I growl, pitched low enough to make the fine tremors wracking her frame intensify. Pitching my weight onto one arm braced beside her head, I lean down as far as my larger frame will permit—blanketing Briar’s back with my solid bulk.

The sudden shift in position has those jangling clamps raking fresh friction over her straining nipples. Briar moans something unintelligible into the bedding, shoulders hunching as if to escape the relentless torment. I simply smirk, releasing the chains as my hand snakes up to tangle in her tousled tresses and yank her head back with a sharp tug.

“Look at me, Briar,” I demand in that same gravelly bass, angling her flushed features towards mine. She whimpers softly but complies, glazed azure irises fluttering open to bore into my own heated stare from beneath a fan of thick lashes.

Incoherent. Gone. Fucking gorgeous.

Leaning further over her, I brush my lips alongside the delicate shell of her ear—relishing the full-body shiver that lances through her slight form. “When we reach the Hunt Trial tomorrow, and we inevitably catch you—because I will catch you…” I murmur, the words pitched low enough for only Briar to hear. “I want your mind to drift back here, to my bed, and remember precisely how this feels. I don’t want you in the present, seeing the kind of monsters we can be.”

Briar sucks in a shuddering inhale, the motion causing those stormy depths to slip shut for a fleeting moment as fresh sensation no doubt ripples through her awareness. When they crack back open, she manages a tremulous nod to indicate she’s following along—cognition still tethered to the present despite my best efforts to drown her in tactile ecstasy.

Satisfied, I surge back upright onto my knees and release the handful of blonde tresses to let Briar’s face drop forward once more. My palm braces against the headboard, anchoring my leverage as I gather links of the clit chain in my other fist anew. Casting my eyes downward, I watch in rapt fascination as the glistening crown of my cock nestles up to her swollen labia.

“Fuck me,” I can’t resist growling beneath my breath, lower stomach clenching with pure, visceral need. The broad head parts that velvet cleft with excruciating leisure, inch after glorious inch sheathing inside the scorching heat of Briar’s cunt until my pelvis comes to rest flush against the generous swell of her arse.

A strangled groan punches from somewhere in my chest at the sublime sensation—the exquisite clench and flutter of her inner muscles attempting to milk my shaft on pure instinct alone. Christ, I’ll never grow accustomed to the tight, silken sheath of her pussy, no matter how many times I claim her in this bed. The simple act of being buried to the hilt inside that snug little cunt is akin to a religious experience with each fresh fuck session.

Which is why I always make a point to relish every second of that initial penetration—basking in the rapturous drag and catch of Briar’s walls marshalling around my girth. Her inner muscles flex in a series of sporadic flutters, as if desperate to wring every ounce of pleasure from my pierced length before I’ve even begun rutting in earnest.

I let my lashes drift low, pelvis rolling in a shallow grind as the ladder scrapes over the sensitive cluster buried within her front wall with delicious friction. The reaction is instantaneous—a tremulous moan spills from Briar’s lips, back arching to push her hips up and back in search of more.

“So fucking greedy for it, aren’t you?” I tease in a low purr, hand reaching out to gather a handful of her tousled waves once more. Not to yank or demand, but merely to anchor her in place as I begin guiding my hips through those first languorous thrusts. “Let’s see how much of me that needy little pussy can really take.”

With my grip anchored in those silken tresses, I guide Briar’s head into the cradle of my palm as I initiate a languid rhythm—hips rolling in shallow undulations as I map each inch and tender spot. The barbells cradling my pierced cock scrape in agonising passes over her g-spot with each controlled glide, coaxing Briar’s walls to flutter and clench around the thick invasion.

I’m sure at this point, any coherent thought has rapidly abandoned her in the wake of sensation, leaving Briar nothing more than a trembling assemblage of nerves for me to toy with at my leisure. She can no longer muster anything beyond breathless pants and low, guttural moans—each one reverberating straight to my straining cock with primal allure.

I hum a low rumble of approval at the exquisite display she makes, canting my hips to delve even deeper into that velvet sheath on the instroke. The motion drags the chain bisecting Briar’s body taut, applying delicious tension that has her spine arching in a boneless curve—shoulders braced against the mattress as she mindlessly seeks more.

“Kurva,” I can’t resist hissing beneath my breath, the coarse expletive like gravel over my tongue. Because fuck, she’s so bloody responsive to every torment I visit upon her. Those slick, quivering walls clinging to my thick invasion like a second skin with each retreat, only to bloom open and swallow me deeper on the next powerful thrust.

I tighten my grip on her hair, chains wrapped around the knuckles of my other hand as I increase the piston of my hips. Each solid lunge elicits a fresh, guttural whine that has every muscle tensing in the effort to restrain myself from outright rutting. Christ, it would be so easy to simply let go and take her as brutally as my body craves at this moment. But I won’t allow myself that indulgence… not yet.

Instead, I maintain that controlled cadence, savouring the drag of velvet heat along my cock on each retreat. My awareness narrows to the exquisite friction, the slick sounds of our joining, and Briar’s breathless cries with each punishing swell of my hips against her own. I bask in her submission, feel it in every twitch and shudder that ripples along my nerve endings in resonant communion.

I can feel the first telltale quivers in my lower abdomen, the steady coil of rapture winding ever tighter as I rapidly approach that precipice. A litany of curses spills from my lips in a bastardised blend of English and Slovak, the mere sight of Briar’s pleasure slowly stripping away the last shreds of my control. Need burrows bone-deep—to bury myself within her scorching sheath and rut like a fucking animal, consequences be damned.

I bare my teeth in a feral snarl, muscles tensed and coiled like a predator ready to pounce as I release her hair to haul Briar’s hips upright at a sharper angle. Bloody fucking hell.

“Hyb sa nazad na mňa, ty ?pinavá kurva,” I growl in a rough command, every guttural syllable laced with the scorching need simmering through my veins. “Dostaň ka?dy palec zo mňa do tej la?nej malej pi?ky.”

Not that Briar can even comprehend the harsh Slovak barking from my lips. Not that her understanding matters worth a damn in this moment, with her body trembling beneath my dominance and every nerve ending alight with rapture.

A ragged groan punches from my chest as I slide my palm along the elegant curve of Briar’s spine until finding purchase at her shoulder, pulling her back into every thrust. Fingers biting into the soft flesh, I maintain the delicious tension on the chain bisecting her frame—that torturous pressure no doubt continuing to torment her swollen clit mercilessly.

Christ, I can already feel the telltale quiver in my lower abdomen, that first insistent throb of my balls drawing tight. Bloody fucking hell… I’m rapidly approaching the razor’s edge, that point of no return where control will well and truly fracture. Just one more orgasm for my srdie?ko. Just need to hold on long enough to get her off again before I erupt like a green fucking recruit having his first taste.

Teeth gritted, I blink furiously in a vain effort to keep my eyes focused when all they want is to roll back into my skull from the sheer intensity radiating through me. My hips snap forward in a vicious lunge, bottoming out inside that scorching velvet sheath until my pelvis is flush against the plush swell of Briar’s arse.

“Sh-Shite… Fuck…” I hiss between clenched teeth, every muscle tensed to stave off the insistent rush barrelling through my groin.

Briar simply whimpers into the rumpled bedding, shoulders sinking lower as she surrenders to the onslaught—back arching in a boneless curve as if seeking escape. As if she even bloody could at this point, utterly at my mercy with not a single coherent thought left beyond pure sensation.

Her inner walls flutter in sporadic clenches, silken heat rippling a delicious friction around my shaft with each retreat. Bloody hell, it’s as if her greedy little cunt is desperate to wring me dry before I’ve even found my own damn rapture. Sweat beads along my hairline, chest heaving as I fight for control against that rising tide.

“That’s it, srdie?ko,” I manage to grit out, the coarse words nothing but gravel over my tongue. “Let me feel that eager little pussy working for it… show me how fucking greedy you are for my cock.”

I punctuate the demand by canting my hips, angling to delve even deeper on the next powerful thrust. The motion drags the clit chain taut, drawing a higher-pitched whine from Briar in turn as the tension no doubt strokes that swollen bud. Her spine arches in an even sharper curve, shoulders braced against the mattress as she instinctively seeks more torment.

Kurva… fuckfuckfuck. I’m rapidly unravelling at this rate, frayed leash dangling by a mere damned thread. The crest is surging closer with each frantic thud of my pulse, the clawing need to reach that blinding apex nearly blotting out awareness. But not yet. Not until I’ve properly had my fill and wrung Briar dry of every last orgasm I can wring from her exquisite form.

Snarling beneath my breath, I increase the punishing cadence of my hips—every solid lunge eliciting a fresh moan from Briar that has me tensing to restrain the urge to simply take. Christ, it’s all I can bloody do not to let go and rut into her like the feral beast snarling in my hindbrain, baying for the sweet release of oblivion.

Instead, I clamp down on that desire with every shred of willpower still blazing. Have to maintain the torturous rhythm, savour the sublime friction around my cock on each retreat. Only the breathless cries spilling from Briar’s lips and the lewd sounds of sex reaching my senses as the world narrows to this singular point of ecstasy.

I’m utterly transfixed, mesmerised by the flex and quiver of her muscles, the delicious arch of her spine seeking more torment. Enraptured by each shudder wracking her pliant form when the chain bites at her clit, when the ridges of my ladder rake over that hypersensitive front wall with perfect friction. Bloody fucking hell… she’s exquisite like this, every inch my perfect instrument strung to aching pitch.

“Kurva…” The curse rasps from my lips in a low growl, throat parched from my panting exertion. That rising crest is swiftly becoming a goddamn tidal wave, sweeping me under until I’m thrashing against the current, simply trying to keep from cresting that peak too soon.

I double down on the cadence, pounding into her with vicious strokes that rattle the bedframe beneath us. Deeper, harder, faster—jackhammering into that slick, scorching heat with all the ferocity of a man possessed. Briar’s cries ratchet up an octave, every mewling whine like a bolt of lightning straight to my hindbrain until I’m past the point of no return.

Kurva bo?ská, kone?ne. I can already feel that first electric shiver lancing through my shaft, signalling the start of that blinding tsunami about to crest over me. I blink furiously to keep my vision from whiting out, jaw clenched so tightly I swear I can hear my own teeth grinding.

The hand anchored at Briar’s shoulder spasms, fingers biting into the supple flesh with bruising force as I brace myself. The other gripping the links of chain jerks without warning, the sudden motion and Briar’s resulting shriek indicating I’ve managed to yank the clamp free from her swollen clit. But her cry pitches higher, tapering off into breathless pants, chest bowing into the mattress as I inadvertently catapult her over that final peak.

And I’m not fucking prepared for the sheer force of it, either.

A strangled curse rips from my chest as the first rippling spasm constricts around my shaft with crushing intensity. An answering groan punches free as I shudder through the first searing gush of release, Briar’s orgasm instantly triggering my own in an unstoppable chain reaction. But then another clenching flutter has the words strangling in my throat, only to be washed away completely by the sudden, scalding rush of wetness coating my balls and thighs.

Sweet bloody Christ… she’s squirting all over me, the force of her orgasm utterly shattering any last vestige of restraint. My hips stutter, stammer, punching in erratic strokes as each scalding gush seems to drag, ripping through my groin higher, more cataclysmic. Just… fuck.

“Srd-srdie?ko… kurva…” The frantic plea tears free in a garbled rush, gaze whiting out as every slick clench around my cock wrenches another explosive pulse forth. “V-vezmi to v?etko, ka?dy… ka?dy kurveny kvap, srdie?ko. Kurva pekla.”

It’s all I can manage in my native tongue as I ride that endless tsunami of release, reality exploding in a supernova scattered across my entire awareness. My muscles seize and shudder as the final mind-numbing pulses course through me, cock flexing and emptying every last scorching drop until I’m wrung dry.

Some indeterminable eternity later, my lashes finally flutter open—vision crystalline despite the utter oblivion that had just torn through me moments before. A single exhale of breath shudders through my frame as I blink down at the crumpled figure sprawled limp and boneless beneath me in awe.

Because bloody fucking hell… I don’t think I’ve ever witnessed anything quite so bewitching as Briar utterly wrecked in the aftermath of that soul-shattering crest of rapture. Every inch of her slender form glistens with a fine sheen of sweat, exertion, and traces of our combined essence, chest heaving with each ragged inhale.

I’m transfixed by the sight—the tumble of her tousled blonde curls matted against her temples, those storm-tossed irises glazed over and unfocused, delicate features slack with the remnants of bliss still ricocheting through her awareness. Simply… bloody radiant.

A low rumble of satisfaction purrs from deep in my chest as I take a hungered moment to bask in her ruination like a conquering lion surveying his spoils. Because she’s mine… this perfect instrument of rapture and depravity that I’ll never tire of plucking and playing to my wicked heart’s desire.