Page 45 of Ravage

That evening, I bring her back to my bedroom.

The plug has been inside her all day, keeping her ready, and now it's time to claim that last part of her.

"Have you ever?" I ask, working her open slowly with my fingers alongside the plug.

"No," she gasps. "Never. Only you."

Only me.

The words echo as I remove the plug, replace it with my cock, working in slowly.

She's so tight, so hot, trembling as I claim this last virginity.

"Breathe," I tell her, holding still once I'm fully inside. "Relax for me."

She does, trusting me completely even as I'm violating her in the most intimate way.

When I start to move, she moans, surprised by the pleasure mixing with the pain.

"Touch yourself," I command. "Make yourself come while I fuck your ass."

Her hand flies to her clit, working frantically as I take her roughly, all gentleness gone now.

She comes with a scream, convulsing around me, and the sight of her completely surrendered to me triggers my own release.

After, she collapses, overwhelmed.

I carry her to the bathroom, clean her carefully, then bring her back to bed.

She curls into me immediately, and I allow it.

Another broken rule—I don't cuddle, don't provide comfort.

But with her, everything's different.

"Tomorrow's my last night," she murmurs against my chest.

"Yes."

"I don't want to leave."

"Then don't."

She looks up at me, hope in her eyes. "You mean that?"

I shouldn't.

This is dangerous, keeping her close when the truth could surface at any moment.

But looking at her, marked and claimed and mine, I know I can't let her go.

"You're mine," I tell her. "That doesn't end after three nights."

She kisses me then, soft and sweet, nothing like the brutal fucking we've been doing.

It's somehow more intimate than everything else, and it terrifies me.

My phone buzzes.