Page 115 of In Darkness We Claim

Although she looks like she definitely doesn’t trust me, she relaxes beneath my touch, and her chest rises and falls as she pulls in several slow, deep breaths. This time when I press against her hole, I feel her pushing too, and it doesn’t take much for the head to slip inside.

Both of us let out matching groans, and my grip on her hip tightens as her arse strangles my cock to the point it’s almost painful. I keep drawing circles around her clit to help her stay relaxed, as I slowly push my length further inside.

I want more than anything to push all the way in and have done with it, but she’s so fucking tight, I couldn’t go any quicker if I wanted to. But fuck, when my full length finally slides in, a rush of warmth floods me, a deep, satisfying pressure that’s utterly amazing.

Seeing her stretched open wide, taking all of me while she stares back at me with a look of bliss on her face, is a mental picture I’ll keep forever, bringing it out whenever I’m alone with only my hand.

“Fuck, Harper. You have no idea how fucking beautiful you are, stretched wide open, taking all of me like the good little slut you are,” I groan, pulling back until just the head remains in her arse.

“Fuck, I feel so full,” she tells me, her voice husky and thick with lust.

I drizzle some more lube on my length before I push back in, and I sigh as I slip in easier this time, not stopping until I’m in deep. Harper lets out a moan, her pussy dripping down over her clit as she grows wetter with each thrust.

Her soft whimpers now ripple with pleasure, a stark contrast to her earlier pained cries. Her rhythmic sway mirrors my thrusts, as her body arches to meet each plunge. Her initial resistance melts away, making it easier to fill her arse, yet she remains incredibly tight, her heat like a velvet vise. The sensation of her clenching around my length sends electric shivers down my spine, and a deep tingling in my balls.

My release edges closer, but I’m not quite ready, so I do everything I can to hold it off. Instead, I focus on getting Harper to the finish line, as well as achieving the goal I set before I started.

“How does it feel, Harper? Tell me how it feels to have a cock in your arse.”

She lets out a soft moan, fixing her gaze on mine as she says, “It feels so good. You’re stretching me so much, and I feel so fucking full, but…it’s so good.”

I rub my fingers against her clit, forcing her to cry out as I slam my dick hard into her arse, stealing her breath once again. “I can feel you tightening around me, sweetheart. Are you going to come? Are you going to be a good little whore and come with a cock in your arse?”

Her eyes roll into the back of her head as I slam into her hard and fast. My grip on her hip will no doubt leave bruises, but I don’t care. I’m claiming her in every way I can.

“Yes! Fuck, yes. Please, Law, please, can I come?”

“Tell me you’re mine. Tell me every bit of you belongs to me, and it always will. Tell me I’ve ruined you for everyone else, that you’ll never want anyone else the way you want me. Tell me who you belong to, Harper,” I growl, slamming into her hard with each demand, emphasising how fucking serious I am.

“Fuck…I’m yours, Lawson. I belong to you. Please…” Sincerity is shining in her eyes, as well as the vulnerability she’s letting me see with her confession.

“You are all fucking mine,” I grind out, my cock aching with the desperate need to find release, so I rapidly rub my fingers over her clit until she’s crying out.

“Lawson…fuck…are you…are you mine?” she whispers, her voice barely audible above the noise of our skin slapping together, but the vulnerability in her eyes makes it seem like she shouted the words.

My heart races and my mind whirls as the seriousness of her question steals the air from my lungs. This has always been about me owning Harper. About me claiming every part of her, so nobody else can. I never stopped to think about whether that makes me hers in return.

As confusing as the thoughts and feelings are, the answer rolls off my tongue with ease, and once the words are out there, I breathe a sigh of relief. “I’ve always been yours.”

Harper’s smile turns into a grin bright enough to light up the fucking room, and although the words could be our ruin, I’d say them a million times over just to see how happy they make her.

“Thank you,” she mutters, but it quickly turns into a guttural moan as her pleasure takes over, her pussy dripping with the desperate need for release. “Please, Law, can I come?”

I give her a nod as I slam in deep, my movements becoming frantic as I struggle to remain in control. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

The words have barely left my lips when I feel her arse tightening around my cock, gripping me so tight it tips me over the edge, and my orgasm hits too. As her walls flutter around my length, I shoot my load deep inside her arse, and she milks every drop from me.

Her body trembles beneath me, and I slow my ministrations on her clit, not wanting her to get oversensitive, as this is just the beginning. I have all night to play with every inch of the body I’ve claimed as mine.

When our orgasms have subsided, and we’re both trying to catch our breath, I slowly pull my dick from her arse, watching in awe as it continues to gape just enough for my cum to leak out lazily. It trails from her arse, down over her pussy, and I bite back a groan at seeing her swollen cunt covered in my white sticky cum.

Once I’ve caught my breath, I untie Harper’s arms, massaging them once they’re free, to help get the blood flowing again. While they’re a little sore from the rope burn, it doesn’t look too painful, and Harper doesn’t complain.

I turn her over and pull her up against my chest, wrapping my arms around her as I hold her close. We’re both silent as we focus on our breathing, just enjoying the time with each other as we bask in the bliss together.

After a few minutes, I feel Harper pulling in a deep breath, her body becoming tense, as if she’s worried about something, so I wait for her to find the words. When she speaks, she’s so quiet, I can barely hear her. “Did you mean what you said, or was it just the sex talking?”

I pause, wondering which bit specifically she’s referring to, as we said quite a lot. “Which part?” I ask, though the answer will be the same no matter what she says.