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He claims me again and I allow it, completely surrendered to him, my body unable to function as it normally would as he buries himself inside me with every thrust and makes me feel that pain and pleasure go hand in hand. My body struggles to accept his length but I don't want him to stop, my breath taken away with every thrust, his jaw clenched and his eyes closed. My back burns but it is nothing in contrast to the euphoric feeling that takes over me. I'm lost, every touch from him guarantees at least three times as many stupid decisions that I will one day regret. His fingertips pressed into my thighs, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. His eyes open and make contact with mine, he looks at me as he pants. "Say it." His pupils dilate again and his eyes are even darker than normal, infinitely deep, infinite as our story. He grins through the panting "What do you want to hear." My feet touch the ground after which he turns me around and holds me by the cheek while he pushes my face against the tree, his hand slides over my body. "That I missed this? That I missed you? The confirmation that there was no other?" His lips against my neck after which he bares his teeth, his teeth in the skin of my neck while I squeeze his thigh. "Yes" The heat on my neck betrays the force of his bite, unable to control himself. "There was no other woman, I never thought there would be one at all, your insecurity is touching and I could answer the question whether I missed you, but I can also make you feel it?" He wipes my neck with his finger. "Marking you and making you feel what it used to be like, making you feel what I miss so much." Slowly I allow myself to be pushed forward until my head hangs between my arms and my hips are bent back, my body at his disposal. "Let you feel what you loved so much, how pain and pleasure gave you the feeling you unconsciously crave at this moment." Slowly twisting my hair around his hand, he lifts my head up. "How only I can make you feel." My eyes shoot open when I feel his erection against my ass. "What are you doing?" His free hand caresses my ass. "Claiming what no one has claimed yet, what is mine only , letting you know that you are mine forever." He spreads my ass while I dig my nails into the tree. "You can handle it, you're a big girl." My legs tremble as he removes his hand from my hair and joins his other on my hips, the tip of his erection penetrates my ass, my head held high by the pain that follows through my body. He pushes himself deeper inside and my whole body tenses. "Tell me to stop." His words are interrupted by his growl that he tries to hide by gritting his teeth. "I'm not a quitter." His laugh follows. "That's my girl." My body feels like it's going to explode as he pushes himself deeper and deeper inside. "You're all mine, I won't let anyone else look at you again let alone touch." His hand slides from my hip and his fingers gently rotate over my clit. "Your pussy is mine, your ass is mine." He slowly moves his hips as the burning feeling slowly makes way for something else. and my body starts to relax more and more and my sounds of pain turn into moans, moans louder than my intention but I can't control. "Can anyone else make you feel this way?" My body taken over by the feeling, my vision blurred, feeling better than I would ever dare to admit. "No" My answer between my moans as my orgasm builds in my stomach, his length fills my ass, every movement palpable the pain in combination with his rhythm over my clit, his breathing in my neck, his body over mine, the unknown feeling that takes over me. My orgasm washes over me like a tsunami, my body convulsing as his thrusts become sloppy and he empties himself into me. Sweat all over my body, ashamed of the pleasure I experienced from something that shouldn't be. Something that turns out to be a recurring point in my life, enjoying something that I shouldn't enjoy. "I told you you could handle it, you're the only woman in my life for a reason." My face bent down in shame I gasp as he fumbles with his clothes behind me, it's almost impossible to judge his true nature with how he feels. Barely able to stand on my feet, I straighten my clothes and turn around. His eyes slide over my face which was probably in a different state than the moment he found me, he laughs when his eyes slide down and reach my shaking legs, a proud grin at he did, completely surrendered to him, again, exactly as he said..... "I'll take you home"

Is this the point where you ask yourself if you should stop reading? Knowing that it will only get worse from here, he will show his true colors again, she will do things again that she would normally never do, taken over by him. The sex will never be a romantic scene, his actions will never be predictable or do you enjoy this and is this story not finished yet.