“That’s it,” Mark said, still in that voice full of dark promise. “Just a minute longer.” His free hand came to wrap around my hip and hold me still as he tore me between the legs. And just when I thought I couldn’t stand it for a second longer, he added a second finger. I made a low, whining noise then, the pain clawing up to my chest and my throat, stealing my air. It was clean and gorgeous and awakening, like all the torment he gave me.
