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Fallon

“Yes?”

“Just making sure because after today, I’m never letting you go. I will kill anyone who tries to take you from me and tie you to the damn bed if you try and escape on your own. This is your only chance to leave for the next however many years we have together.”Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

I smirk, feeling like I’ve won the lottery. “Then so be it because I’m not going anywhere.”

Markus grins and grabs me by the back of my legs, hiking me up his firm body. I let out a small squeal that he silences with his lips. He kisses me with so much passion, he steals the air from my lungs.

Caught up in his touch and the fire he stirs in my belly, I don’t even realize we’ve made it to the bedroom until he places me down on the mattress. He releases me and goes to the door, closing us inside.

Those full lips of his turn up at the sides, and it’s such a seductive grin that my nipples harden at the sight of him. Pulling his shirt over his head, he tosses it to the floor. By the time I’ve gotten my leggings off, he’s already naked and stalking back toward the bed.

“I can’t even describe how much I need you right now.” His lips brush against mine, and his hand snakes beneath my back. He lifts me, cradling me to his chest while his thick cock swings like a sword between our bodies.

“I need you too, so shut up and fuck me,” I order, wrapping my legs around his middle and digging my heels into his ass cheeks.

I’m wearing a thin cotton T-shirt and no bra since I’ve spent the entire day lounging around waiting for him to return home. Of course, I’m bare from the waist down, and Markus uses that to his advantage, brushing the head of his cock against my entrance.

“Are you ordering me around?” His lips trail down my throat and over my throbbing pulse. My blood hums in my veins, and I lift my hips, seeking the pleasure I know only he can bring me. One of his hands moves beneath my head, and it’s like he’s cradling me in his arms. His fingers move through my hair, and he fists the strands tightly, causing a sting of pain to radiate across my scalp. “Are you?” A deep growl emits from his chest.

My core tightens at the deepness. I want him to fuck me already, to show me who is in control.

“Yes.” I curl my lip and lift my head, pressing my nose against his. “Now fuck me like you claim to love me.”

Without warning, he slams into me, all the way to the hilt, his hips kissing mine. Our bodies connect, bringing a jolt of pleasure mixed with pain.

He fucks me brutally, and not like he loves me but hates me. It’s raw, powerful, and consuming.

The air in my lungs wheezes out past my lips, and my toes curl with each thrust. I dig my nails into his shoulders, dragging them down his back.

“Fuck, yes. Make me bleed,” Markus grunts and bares his teeth, the corded muscles in his neck tighten, and he looks like a wild animal about to dig into his prey.

The hand that was cradling my head moves to my throat. Staring into my eyes, he gives my slender throat a tight squeeze, and I feel lighter-like I’m flying. It’s an adrenaline rush to know he holds all the power, that he could hurt me if he wanted to, but knowing that he won’t.

With that single hand, he pins me to the mattress and fucks me like a savage beast. While his other hand moves beneath my shirt, finding my tit and tweaking the hard peak. Each stroke makes me hotter, and soon I’m ready to combust like a shooting star in the night sky.

All the muscles in my body tighten, and I become as straight as a board.

“I’m…” I sink my nails harder into his skin. “I’m coming.” I finally get the words out just as my orgasm crests, and the world around me fades. My entire channel convulses around Markus’s cock, and he lets out a hiss as I bear down on his length.

Waves of pleasure still lick at my sensitive flesh as he pulls out of me. I whimper and give him a displeasing look because I know he didn’t come yet. Before I can voice my concern, he flips me onto my stomach. The drawer on the nightstand opens, and the sound of a bottle opening meets my ears.

I feel the cold lube between my ass cheeks a moment later and shiver at the contact. Markus climbs back onto the bed and moves, so he’s right behind me.

With two fingers, he spreads my ass cheeks and groans. “Your ass was made to be fucked by me.” Landing a harsh slap on my ass, he slips a finger into my tight puckered hole at the same time.

I whimper into the mattress and claw at the bedsheets at the intrusion. My ass tightens around that digit, and Markus places kisses across my shoulder and neck, helping to loosen the tension. As soon as he can start to move, he does. Very slowly he fucks my ass with his fingers until I’m a writhing mess.

“I-I need you.”

“Now you need me,” Markus replies cockily.

“Markus.” I groan, feeling like I might die if he doesn’t fuck my ass soon.

He chuckles and replaces his fingers with his cock, slowly slipping into my tight hole. I breathe deeply through the transition, and once he’s fully seated, I sigh as delicious pleasure ripples through me. His hand ghosts over my backside, and then he moves, his thrusts shallow at first. Over time, he moves faster and faster, his balls slap against my clit, and like a match being lit, I burn up in the flames of pleasure, my orgasm grabbing me by the throat.

I can’t breathe, can’t see. All I can do is feel. Feel the love Markus has for me. Feel the intense pleasure. Feel our connection, growing, becoming deeper.

Markus lets out a roar that rattles the walls, and I feel him still behind me. I’ve barely just caught my breath when his release floods my asshole. I’m content, joyful, and happier than I’ve ever been. Timothy is dead, my sister is safe, and Markus is mine.

“I love you, Fallon,” Markus whispers before placing a kiss on my shoulder.

“I love you too.” I sigh.

There is nothing that could take the joy I’m feeling away. I’ve got it all. Now, I just have to make sure no one tries to ruin my forever.