Page 135 of Corrupted By You

“Mon Dieu, oui.” She mindlessly prayed to the Lord, chains rattling and legs shaking with my impalements. “You’re fucking me so well,mon amour.”

My chest rumbled and I tongued her mouth in a sloppy kiss, my lips fighting hers for dominance. If she kept praising me too, I wouldn’t be able to hold back. I was going to cram this pussy full of hot cum and hold her legs closed, while promising her the moon, the stars, the fucking universe, if she just let me have this for the rest of our short time.

“Tell me nobody else will have this. No one but me.”

“No one but you—ohhhh.”

Lust plowed into my core like a wrecking ball when she tightened around my cock like a noose, right when I started hitting her sweet spot. “You’re my altar,mon trésor. Give me the chance and I’ll worship you every.”Thrust. “Fucking.”Thrust. “Night.”

It was the accumulation of the whipping, the primal mating, the degradation, and the praise.

Darla came hard, moaning in abandonment. “Zeno!”

“Darla.” I grunted like a beast, my balls hitting her ass with every plunge.

Without easing my violent pace, I squeezed her neck and reached for a candle next to me. I drizzled art over my wife’s figure, while whispering senseless words of devotion like I was a humble servant before a deity.

God had carved Darla to perfection before gifting her to me. I counted all my blessings for being alive in this moment so I could have the most spiritual experience of my life, right here, inside this extraordinary woman who was created just for me.

“I speak three languages, Darla, and I can call you mine in each one so you never forget who you belong to,” I rasped, drinking in her throaty moans, while bouncing my cock in her spasming pussy with a vengeance. “Tu sei mia. Tu es à moi.You. Are. Mine.”

I drenched her with more droplets of warm wax and love bites.

Her eyes rolled back and she convulsed with another earth-shattering release.

And just like that, I too came with a thundering roar. “Darla.”

Satisfaction zinged through my bloodstream and I furiously spent inside my wife with thick jets of cum. Wishing for one insane moment that my seed would catch inside her womb and create life so I could keep her with me, ruling by my side forever.

Shuddering, I fell on her with a groan, my heart beating erratically. Our bodies stuck to each other with rivulets of sweat. Darla’s chains rattled and she managed to fist the strands at my crown, still whimpering in my ear. “Zeno. Zeno. Zeno.”

Years. Hours. Minutes. None of it would ever be enough with her.

I pushed up to my hands and watched my masked wife coming down from her high.

My fingers slipped over her neck, feeling her pulse beating wildly like mine.

I dragged my fingers down her glistening body, marveling at her sheer magnificence.

My sacrifice.

My goddess.

My feast.

I owned every breadth of her being and I would keep her soul in the underworld with me forever.

Brushing aside pieces of wax from her body, I soothed the tender skin with my hands and kisses.

“Are you okay?” She never used her safe word, but I needed to make sure.

“Yes.” She smiled. “Will you remove the mask? I want to see you.”

That heavy feeling in my chest returned as I undid her mask. Her lashes fluttered open and that awed look in her gaze was like spears straight to my heart.

So much trust. So much vulnerability.

If I could go back in time, I’d rewrite the middle of our story. I’d make it so she never had to wonder about my real reasoning for pursuing her. I’d make it so she realized that while the universe pushed me in her direction, I ran to her willingly because deep inside my heart, I wanted her.