Hellbound Heart

"F*ck. You're as tight as I expected." He growled as his palm went to her mouth, covering it completely. "What I'm about to do will most probably cause you to scream out loud." He added in a strained voice. "Don't worry, the pain will only be temporary."

As soon as said the words, he pushed himself all the way in, eliciting a sharp cry from her mouth. Oh lord… she thought that he was already fully in with that first push! That move!! She had felt how he had penetrated her so deeply that with every inch he entered, her most private place was being spread out forcefully, accommodating his impressive girth and length. And every vein on his hot and hard rod brought unspeakable and exquisite feelings erupting within, that her mind felt as though it would meltdown from being overstimulated. There was that searing pain initially, but as he continued pressing himself further into her depths, it somehow changed until he finally was all in.

Elle felt like she could not breathe for a moment while he was panting, keeping himself still while making strained deep sounds that were coming from his throat. "Gods… f*ck… Izabelle." Sebastian used her name for the first time since they started this, making her entire being shiver. But what surprised her the most was the seemingly tortured sound being wrenched out of him. As though she was not the one in pain but him instead. Which was a little ridiculous because even as they both stilled in their movements, she was still unable to figure out how to breathe with him stretching her out and filling her so utterly full.

"You are… really unbelievable…" he muttered. She could not see his face, but he seemed to be talking through clenched teeth. But that was barely her concern as of now.

She attempted to move forward and remove that invading rod in her insides. To escape that battering ram that would soon be staging its attack. But he held her still, wrapping his strong arms around her as he nuzzled into the crook of her neck. "Don't princess… stay still for now. You're doing good, baby. I promise you'll feel better in a little while." He whispered lowly, his warm and moist breath fanning the side of her cheek.

"But…" Elle spoke in a daze, shaking her head. "… too much. It's too much for me –" her tone was bordering on begging.

"Oh… it's not, Izabelle." He disagreed with her and started kissing her skin. It was as if little flames were descending and burning her skin at random spots. "Can't you tell you've taken me whole down to the hilt in one go? That's how amazing you are. I'll show you, princess. I'll show you how perfect my dick is for you. You were made for me to f*ck!"

And with that, he started moving. Gliding out slowly and then pushing his rock-hard length back in. Every time he pulled out, Elle gasped as though she were losing her breath. When he pushed back in, she whimpered and mewled out in intense pleasure as he stretched her out again. He was slow and patient. She still could not get used to it but the way he seemed to be giving her time to adjust and get her normal breathing back as he murmured to her slowly had her body relaxing.

"See? You're taking me in so good. F*ck, you don't have any idea how your delicious c*nt is made just for me, Izabelle." His voice was nearly guttural. As if he was having a hard time speaking.

When she was finally starting to feel sparks arcing inside her, she felt his hand went up from her breast to tangle itself in her hair. He then fisted her hair at her nape and thrusted into her. Hard.

He growled low as he screwed her. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air. It was suddenly so intense that Elle could hardly find the chance to pull in air to breathe. At that moment, there was nothing gentle about him. Everything was hard, powerful and penetrating.

Just as when she felt like she could no longer take it, his intensity let up and he softened quite a lot as he embraced her from behind. He held her like a lover as he rained kisses on her nape, fist loosening into a loose hold in her hair.

"F*ck. I've never tasted anyone so delectable like you, princess." He praised. "You're the most delicious wench I've ever tasted. You have no idea, Izabelle. No idea…"

Sebastian continued whispering against her ear in a deep raspy voice, calling her princess and then changing it to wench the very next moment. And every word he uttered send tingles all over her body. But what drove her crazy was when he said her name. The way her name sounded in her ears every time his thick length thrusted powerfully into her depths was just… inexplicable. It seemed to sink into her entire being, branding her as belonging to him with every stab and filling her everything with so much pleasure.

"Shh… you've got to lower your voice, my lovely wench." He whispered as he continued gliding in and out of her, sometimes slowly, sometimes at a furious pace, eliciting loud moans from her that she could not stop. "They might hear you at this rate."

​ Her hand flew to her mouth in an attempt to muffle the sounds and she heard him let out a throaty chuckle. Pleasurable shivers ran over her skin as the laugh caused his length to jump and jerk as he was still buried deep within her tight sheath.

"Let me do it for you, princess." He said and Elle dropped her hand. He covered her mouth and then pulled out of her before slamming back into her in one smooth plunge. And there it goes. The roughness he had told her before. Signs that all his warnings were real and not just something he invented to scare her away. His hand on her mouth was restrictive – perhaps even a little punishing. The way he took her was now one of utter domination. If this was him still holding back… if this was what he calls being gentle…

His other hand suddenly came down and landed on her ass with a loud clap. Harder than before as he drove in deeper, causing her to erupt in a violent shudder that had her teeth almost chattering. She could not believe it. She came so hard. Harder than when he first made her orgasm. And she thought that first one would be her most mind-blowing orgasm.

She never thought that his roughness would have her blowing up like this.

And like what he did before, he did not stop. Did not give her the chance to come down from the high. Instead, he came again at her like an animal in heat. His voice was rumbling and feral as his hips moved faster against her. Deeper. Harder. More intense than ever. Spearing into her over and over, forcing her insides to adapt and adjust to his thickness and length. Driving her crazy with pleasure.

Her name was then torn from his mouth, and he came undone with her. Together.