RAYNE
He kept his promise.
The slow, deliberate thrusts quickly became a punishing rhythm, his hips slamming into mine with a force that shook the bed frame.
My legs, already weak and trembling from my previous orgasms, were useless. I could only lie there, pinned beneath him, taking every inch of his brutal possession.
The silken duvet was a tangled mess beneath me, soaked with sweat and the slick evidence of my arousal.
"You’re not going anywhere," he grunted, his voice a raw scrape against my ear.
His hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, holding me in place for his relentless thrusts.
"This is where you belong. Under me. Filled with me."
Each deep stroke dragged a broken sound from my throat.
My body was a traitorous thing, clenching around him,
