Chapter 152 - 0152: Come For Me, Princess (r18+)

Chapter 152: Chapter 0152: Come For Me, Princess (r18+)

Elena’s Point of View

His hips slammed into me, his cock pounding into me with a force that stole my breath, shattered my thoughts, and left me nothing but feeling... pain, pleasure, need, ruin.

I clawed at the glass in front of me, desperate for something, anything, to anchor myself against the storm he’d become.

Somewhere beneath the haze of sensation, a small, disbelieving part of me marveled at how thoroughly he’d unraveled me, how easily he’d stripped away every wall I’d spent years building.

"You?" His voice was dark, possessive, feral. "You take truth on your knees."

And fuck, did I ever.

There was no shame left in me, only the raw, aching truth of how much I wanted this, wanted him, wanted whatever claim he intended to stake on my body and my heart both.

I’d told myself for so long that I could keep this simple, that I could take what he offered without losing myself in it. Now, with his hands on me and his voice in my ear, I knew I’d been lying.

He kept going, kept hitting that spot deep inside me, the one that made my vision blur, my toes curl, my body tremble with need. His grip on my hair tightened, his other hand clamping down on my hip, holding me still as he fucked me... hard, fast, brutal, like he was trying to brand me from the inside out.

I wanted him to. I wanted his mark seared into every inch of me, a claim no one else could ever erase. The thought should have frightened me. Instead, it only made me ache more.

"Jaxx!" His name tore from my throat, a plea, a prayer, a curse, as pleasure coiled tight and hot inside me, building, building, building.

His thrusts were relentless, each one driving deeper, stretching me wider, the wet, obscene sounds of our bodies slapping together filling the room. His cock dragged against my walls, every ridge, every vein, scraping against the most sensitive parts of me, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through my body. I could feel him everywhere, filling me, owning me, ruining me.

My thoughts scattered like ash, and all that remained was him... his heat, his weight, his relentless hunger.

I clung to the glass as if it might keep me tethered to something solid, but even that felt like a losing battle against what he was doing to me.

"Look at you," he growled, his voice rough, his breath hot against my ear. "Taking my cock like you were made for it." His free hand slid up to grip my throat, his fingers pressing just enough to make my breath hitch. "Look at how well you take me, Princess."

He pulled me close, his body pressed against my back, and forced me to look at our reflection in the glass. My eyes were wild, my lips parted, my body trembling with every thrust. Shame and desire tangled together as I stared at the woman staring back... undone, glowing, utterly his.

I almost didn’t recognize her, this woman with kiss-swollen lips and eyes glazed with need, and yet some part of me knew she’d been waiting to emerge all along. Then my gaze traveled downward, and I saw it... his cock, thick and veined, disappearing inside me, pulling out glistening with my arousal, only to slam back in with a force that made my body jerk forward.

"See what I do to you, Princess?" His voice was a dark whisper, his hips never slowing, never stopping. "See how you take me?"

The sight was obscene, filthy, and it sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. My pussy clenched around him, tighter, harder, as if trying to keep him inside me forever.

The angle, the way he stretched me, the way he filled me... it was too much, and yet not enough. I needed more. I needed all of him, every last inch, every last drop of the control he seemed determined to strip from me.

"You’re a sick bastard!" The words tore from my throat, but there was no heat in them, only awe, only need. The sight of him fucking me, of his cock pistoning in and out of me, was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen, and it pushed me closer, closer and closer.

He hit me hard, his hips slamming into me with a force that made me scream. The pleasure crashed over me like a tidal wave, my body shuddering, my pussy pulsing around his cock as my orgasm tore through me. I screamed his name, my voice raw, my nails digging into the glass as wave after wave of pleasure consumed me, leaving me boneless, breathless, undone.

For a moment I forgot my own name, forgot everything except the sound of his voice and the weight of him against me.

"Fuck, Princess," he growled, his voice strained, his thrusts becoming erratic, his cock swelling inside me. "Fuck, you feel so good." Then he came, his release filling me, his cock throbbing as he spilled himself deep inside me, a low groan tearing from his chest like something primal, something he couldn’t hold back even if he tried.

For a moment, we stayed like that, his body pressed against mine, his cock still buried deep inside me, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. The quiet between us felt almost tender, a strange contrast to the violence of what had just passed between our bodies. I could feel his heartbeat against my back, still racing, and for a moment I let myself imagine that this softness meant something more than just the aftermath of desire. Then he lifted me up, his arms wrapping around me, and carried me over to the table.

He set me down gently, but his eyes were dark, hungry, not done with me yet. "Bend over, Princess," he commanded, his voice a growl. "Spread your legs. Show me that pretty cunt."

I did as he said, my body still trembling from my orgasm, my legs weak. I bent over the table, my ass in the air, my legs spread wide for him. The cool surface pressed against my chest, my nipples hard and sensitive against it, the small shock of temperature grounding me even as my mind spun with anticipation.

He stepped behind me, his cock already hard again, the tip pressing against my entrance. But he didn’t enter me. Instead, he rubbed himself against my clit, the head of his cock dragging through my folds, teasing me, torturing me, drawing out a need so sharp it bordered on pain. I bit my lip to keep from begging too soon, though we both knew it was only a matter of time.

"Jaxx..." I whimpered, my body aching, needing him inside me. I tried to push back, to take him inside, but he held me in place, his hands on my hips, keeping me still.

"Please what, Princess?" His voice was a dark chuckle, his cock still rubbing against my clit, the sensation maddening. "Please fuck you?" His fingers dug into my hips, holding me in place, not letting me move, not letting me close my legs, not letting me escape the torture.

"Jaxx... please," I begged again, my voice breaking, my body trembling with need.

He leaned over me, his body pressing against my back, his cock still rubbing against my clit. His lips found my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "You want my cock, Princess?" he whispered, his voice a dark promise. "You want me to fuck you hard again?"

"Yes," I sobbed, my body aching, my pussy clenching with need. "Please, Jaxx. Please fuck me."

But he didn’t. Not yet. Instead, he dragged his cock from my entrance to my clit and back again, over and over, the head pressing against me, teasing me, torturing me. I whimpered, my body trembling, my mind spinning with need, every nerve stretched taut with wanting.

Tears of frustration pricked at my eyes, and still I wanted more of this exquisite torment.

"Jaxx... please," I begged, my voice raw, my body desperate. I tried to push back again, but he held me in place, his grip on my hips iron, not letting me move, not letting me take him inside.

He leaned over me further, his body pressing against my back, his lips trailing down my spine as he continued to rub his cock against my clit. "You’re mine, Princess," he growled, his voice a dark vow. "And I’m going to fuck you until you forget every other cock you’ve ever taken."

And then, finally, he thrust in.

I screamed, my body stretching around him, the burn, the fullness, the pleasure... it was too much, and yet not enough. He filled me, owned me, ruined me, his cock pounding into me with a force that stole my breath, that shattered my thoughts, that left me nothing but feeling.

His hips slammed into me again, his cock driving into me with a force that stole my breath, shattering what little remained of my composure. His hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he fucked me hard, fast, brutal.

Each thrust hit deeper, harder, the angle perfect, the force unrelenting. I could feel him everywhere, stretching me, filling me, owning me, until I wasn’t sure where he ended and I began.

In that moment, nothing else existed... not the world outside, not tomorrow, not the consequences of wanting someone this much.

"Jaxx!" His name tore from my throat, a plea, a prayer, a curse. My body trembled, my pussy clenching around his cock as pleasure coiled tight and hot inside me, building, building, building. I was so close, so close, so fucking close.

"Beg for it, Princess," he growled, his voice a dark command. "Beg for me to make you come."

"Please," I sobbed, my voice broken, my body aching. "Please, Jaxx. Please make me come. Please..."

His thrusts deepened, his cock hitting that spot, that fucking spot that made my vision blur, my toes curl, my body tremble with need. His grip on my hips tightened, his other hand sliding up to grip my throat, his fingers pressing just enough to make my breath hitch, just enough to remind me exactly who held the reins.

"Come for me, Princess," he commanded, his voice a growl. "Come for me now."