Page 107 of Killaney Fire

He grabs me and pulls me forward. "You know the rules," he says, kissing me. "You take it like a good girl."

I can't speak. I can only hold onto him as he sinks deeper, inch by agonizing inch, until he's fully inside me.

For a moment, neither of us moves. We just breathe, foreheads pressed together, his hands gripping my hips so I can't move.

Then he pulls back and thrusts into me.

I cry out, gripping his shoulders hard as he fills me in hard strokes, over and over.

"You feel like sin," he says, voice strangled. "Like heaven and hell and everything in between."

He continues with his brutal rhythm. It's deep and punishing, like he's gone primal and I've unleashed it.

Every thrust hits a spot that has me gasping, moaning, falling apart.

He grips my hair and pulls, sending my vision to the ceiling.

"Who do you belong to?" he growls, his voice rough. "Say you're mine."

"You," I gasp, my eyes rolling back from him filling me relentlessly.

"Again."

"I'm yours, Octavian. I'm yours."

He groans, tightening his grip in my hair and pulling me to his face. He kisses me. "Good girl."

His hips snap against mine, each thrust driving me higher.

The praise sends a jolt of pleasure through me, and I tighten around him, earning another groan.

"Fuck me like I belong to you," I say, my voice trembling. "Own me."

He angles himself, hitting a spot inside me that makes me see stars. I'm so close, the tension coiling tighter and tighter.

Suddenly, he pulls me off the table and stands in the kitchen, holding me in the air, my legs wrapped around him, keeping him inside me.

He starts fucking me harder and harder as I'm suspended in the air, holding onto him. His hands grip my ass, lifting me, slamming me down onto him with each thrust.

It's a pleasure I've never experienced, and I grind into him, the angle sending electricity through me.

I feel myself going beyond the point of no return, and I hug him tightly.

As I shatter again, my orgasm tears through me with a force that leaves me breathless. I cry out his name, my body clenchingaround him, my inner walls closing around his cock. I close my eyes with such force I see a flash of white, followed by stars.

My vision is hazy, and I can't even focus as I convulse and shake from him thrusting into me and my own body riding the best orgasm of my life.

He doesn't stop; he keeps going as his breath turns to short, quick bursts.

I lick his neck and whisper in his ear, "Come inside me. I want to feel you for hours."

That's all it takes, and with a final word in what I'm assuming is Romanian, he shudders against me and comes, body shaking, arms braced tight around mine like he's the only thing holding me to the earth.

Then I feel his legs get wobbly, and he grabs the counter with his left hand and sits me back down on it.

He thrusts a few more times, slowly this time, milking out every drop from his cock, filling me with his warm seed.

After a few moments, he pulls out, and I feel the loss.