"I told you I wouldn't be gentle."
She nodded weakly beneath the blindfold, breath shaky. She had known. She had wanted the intensity, the surrender of it.
He moved again, letting her feel every inch of him. Each thrust tugged at the clamps. Each shift of her hips tightened the ropes at her ankles. Luca moved inside her with steady force, hips driving forward and pulling back with an intensity that bordered on ruthless.
His fingers tangled briefly in the chain between the clamps, the other folded into a fistful of hair.
A groan tore from his throat. Being inside her, finally, felt overwhelming. She was tight, impossibly tight, her body clenching around him.
He glanced down to where they were joined, watching the rhythm of his body disappearing into hers. The sight alone pushed him closer to the edge. He increased his pace, each thrust landing deeper, harder, making sure she felt the full weight of him every time he drove forward.
