“Thank fuck” he whispers,
and he thrusts hard once more and groans
as he reaches his climax, pressing himself into me.
I feel his full weight forcing me into the mattress.
I pull my tied hands over his neck and hold him the best I can.
I know in that moment that I would do anything for this man. I am his.
The wonder that he's introduced me to,
it's beyond anything I could have imagined.
He wants to take it further, so much further,
to a place I can't, in my innocence, even imagine. Oh… what to do?
“See how good we are together” he murmurs.
“If you give yourself to me, it will be so much better.
Trust me, Anastasia, I can take you places you don’t even know exist.”
His tongue is in my mouth,
claiming and possessing me,
and I revel in the force he uses.
I feel him against the length of my body.
He wants me, and this does strange,
delicious things to my insides.
I am beyond warm
– warm and chilled and wanting.
Wanting him, inside me. Now.
“Ready for me so soon,” he says.
He moves his fingers tantalizingly slowly,
in, out, and I push against him,
tilting my hips up.