Page 13 of Grave Sins (Graveyard of Hearts Collection #2)

“Give me all your bad dreams, baby. All the anger,” I say.

He opens his mouth to say something, but I stop him.

“Cover my mouth, trigger me to tears if you have to, and fuck me until the anger is gone. This is me giving you consent to fuck me up. Remember the dream… Let it simmer… And give it to me.”

“You’re going to regret this, Maisy,” he warns before suddenly flipping us so I am under him.

“I hope so,” I admit. He grunts and covers my mouth.

My breathing quickens when he hooks my leg over his arm and leans in to fold me.

As the panic starts to settle in, he slams his cock into me.

I scream into his hand and start trying to push him away, but he starts to fuck me hard and deep, melting my brain.

I’m hitting his arms and chest, but I don’t really know why.

He is shoving so deep that my belly hurts, but it feels so damn good.

He moves his hand and pulls back, almost like he is giving me a chance to say something since I am nearly sobbing, but I slap my hands over my mouth to keep from waking the entire house.

He hooks my other leg to move it to his shoulders, and he has his hands on the bed as he pounds into me.

My eyes are nearly rolled back into my head as I scream through violent orgasms.

“Fuck,” Archer growls in frustration. I am dazed when he suddenly stops, and I try to piece together what’s wrong.

“Tell me what you need, Arch,” I say breathlessly.

“I want your ass,” he snaps. I know the anger isn’t toward me but toward himself. He’s mad that he is being driven by his trauma and likely feels like he is hurting me the way he was hurt.”

“Maisy, I’m sorry. I…”

I shove him back so I can roll and move up on my knees. I have my chest on the bed as I rest on my forearms, and he nearly whines as he grabs my ass and squeezes. “All I ask is that you start slow,” I say.

“Help me and play with that pretty pussy,” he says. I move my hand down and start rubbing my clit in small circles. I cover my mouth with my other hand, and I am nearly suffocating myself, but it feels incredible.

Archer slowly fills my pussy again. Coating his cock in my arousal. I know that this is going to be uncomfortable, but I have a thing for pain, so it’s also going to be incredible. When he teases my ass with the head of his cock, I sigh and relax.

We both groan as he slowly pushes into my ass. “Jesus. So fucking tight,” he hisses.

“You are too big for this,” I whine. “Slow won’t do. Please fuck me hard.”

“Is it self-harm if you are getting me to cause the harm?” he asks, forcing the full length of his cock into me. I gasp, and the discomfort flips. I moan as I rub my clit faster.

“Please,” I beg.

“Grab the pillow,” he says. I yank it closer and bury my face just in time for him to pull out of my ass and slam back into me with so much force that I scream into the pillow.

I wiggle my ass and whine when he pauses, but then immediately slams back into me.

This time, he starts to fuck me so hard and fast that I can’t breathe.

I manage to find a rhythm and push my hips back to meet his aggression, and he immediately grabs me by the hair and pulls me up on my knees.

He covers my mouth and pins my head back against his chest. Our speed has slowed, but he reaches around my body and starts rubbing my clit, making my eyes roll back into my head.

“I love you,” he groans. “I hardly know you, but I love you…”

I can’t say anything with his hand over my mouth, but I lay my hand over his to try and communicate that I love him too.

God, I love him. How is that possible? Are we both so traumatized that we latched onto each other after only a day?

Can this love last, or is it just a phase in time where we connect?

Either way, I don’t care. I want this. I want us. We both deserve happiness.

I am trembling as he fucks my ass and rubs my clit simultaneously.

I have one hand covering the hand over my mouth, and the other is over his other as he rubs my clit.

I am moaning and whimpering, desperate to come.

It won’t break, and it’s building to a peak that is going to send me spiraling into an orgasm so intense that I might die.

Okay, that’s dramatic.

I won’t die, but he is fucking the soul out of my body.

“Come with me, Maisy,” he moans in my ear.

He pinches my clit, and it shocks my body just enough that the orgasm breaks free, and I come hard.

My pleasure drags him down with me, and he fucks me harder.

He moans my name as he pushes his cock deep in my ass.

I can feel every movement and twitch until he pulls out of my ass and lays me on my belly.

I am still whimpering, but I’m not in pain. I’m so overstimulated, and my body is violently shaking. Archer cleans us before lying in the bed and pulling me back into his arms so I can bury my face in his chest.

“I love you too,” I mutter. “So much… maybe too much.”

“Are you okay?” he asks.

I look up at him and smile. “I am going to be so sore… but it’s so worth it. I’m great.”

“Did you do that for the pain?”

“No, I did it for you,” I tell him. “I noticed you were having a nightmare. You seemed angry. Like raging angry. But you were hard. I figured if you woke up with me on your dick, it could help drown out some of the screaming.”

“That’s the first time I’ve woken up and not been screaming or crying in… a long time,” he admits. “Thank you, Maisy.”

“You’re welcome. I will happily help you fuck the demons away anytime you’d like.”

“Are you sure you are okay? I wasn’t very easy on you.”

“Oh, no. You were brutal,” I laugh. “I’m okay. Really. That was amazing.”

“Okay. Let’s sleep then,” he says, gently kissing me.