As he slammed her against the cold stone wall, the chill of the ancient rock seeped into her bones, but it was no match for the inferno raging within her. His hands manacled her wrists, holding them captive above her head as his lips devoured her neck, teeth scraping against her skin like a predator claiming his prey. The words he whispered in her ear were vile, filthy, and delicious, making her pussy quiver with anticipation.
Her body writhed beneath him, a serpentine motion that begged for release. She was already drenched, her arousal a sopping, soaking mess that threatened to expose her. He knew it, could smell it, and his fingers twitched with hunger as he yanked her skirt up to her waist. The tart sound of ripping fabric filled the air as he tore away her undergarments, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.
His fingers, thick and rough, plunged into her depths without warning, pumping in and out with a brutal, relentless rhythm. Her cries of pleasure echoed off the stone walls, a symphony of lust and abandon. He was a merciless conqueror, taking what he wanted, when he wanted, and she was his willing prey.
Each thrust sent her hurtling toward the precipice, her body coiling tighter and tighter until she was a spring wound to the breaking point. And still, he didn’t relent, his fingers pistoning in and out, his mouth latched onto her neck, sucking and biting as he whispered those filthy promises in her ear.
Her vision blurred, the world narrowing to the point where his fingers disappeared into her body. The only sensation that mattered was the brutal, primal connection between them. She was his plaything, his toy, his willing victim, and she reveled in the debasement.
As the first tremors of her orgasm began to build, he bit down on her earlobe, the pain a spark that detonated a wildfire of pleasure. Her body shattered, her cries echoing off the stone walls as she came, her pussy clamping down on his fingers like a vice.
And still, he didn’t relent, his fingers still pumping, still claiming, still owning her body and soul. In that moment, she was his, completely and utterly, a primal, erotic sacrifice to his unbridled desire.
He pressed against her again, his hands on her hips, holding her in place as he ground himself against her. She could feel the hard length of him, pressing against her core, and she could not help but writhe against him, seeking the release she craved.
He moved his hands to her thighs, hitching them up around his hips, and she could feel the head of his cock, pressing against her core. With one swift thrust, he was inside her, filling her, stretching her, and she could not help but cry out, her nails digging into his shoulders.
He began to move, his thrusts deep and hard, each one sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. She could feel herself spiraling, her orgasm building, her body tensing as she approached the edge. He could feel it too, his thrusts becoming erratic, his breath hot against her ear.
‘Come for me,’ he growled, his voice low and primal, and she could not help but obey. With one final thrust, she shattered, her orgasm ripping through her, leaving her breathless and trembling in his arms. He followed her over the edge, his release filling her, marking her as his.
They stood there, panting and spent, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts racing. He pulled out of her, his seed spilling down her thighs, and she could not help but feel a sense of satisfaction, of possession. She was his, and he was hers, and nothing else mattered.
He pulled away, his eyes raking over her body one final time before he turned and walked away, leaving her alone in the dimly lit room, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She slumped against the wall, her legs weak, her breaths still coming in short, sharp gasps.
She closed her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips as she remembered the feel of him inside her, the way he had claimed her, possessed her. And she knew that she would never forget this night, this primal, passionate encounter that had left her body and soul satisfied in a way she had never experienced before.
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