“It’s okay,” he croons in my ear. “It’s okay, little bunny. I’ve got you. And I’ve got what you need. You need me.” He bites down on my shoulder, driving into me harshly once, then again, before evening out his rhythm once more. “You’ll never have to look for someone to breed your pretty, greedy pussy ever again. You know why?” “Because—” “Because I’m going to fucking ruin every inch of you, inside and out, for anyone other than me.”
May be too late already.
