allendalepharm Chapter 365 --365
Chapter 365 --365
"Samuel—" she gasped, her own control finally slipping as the edge rushed up to meet her.
"Take it," Samuel growled, his restraint entirely undone. He broke her rule, his large hands snapping up to grip her thighs with a bruising, possessive force, pulling her down hard as her internal muscles suddenly clamped down around him in tight, violent, rhythmic spasms.
A blinding orgasm crashed over Heena, her vision going completely white as she shook over him. The intense, crushing friction of her climax completely tore the last of Samuel’s sanity away. With a loud, undone roar that echoed against the wooden beams of the room, he thrust upward one final time, burying himself as deeply as physically possible, and released his warmth thick and deep inside her, his entire body trembling violently against hers as they rode out the fading waves together in the dark.
Heena lay slumped over his broad chest for a few long, agonizingly hot moments, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs as she took several deep, ragged breaths. The slick friction of their sweat-sheened skin made her slide slightly as she forced her trembling limbs to move. Gathering the last of her strength, she flattened her hands against his shoulders and pushed herself up, straddling his lap as she glared down at him with a thoroughly flushed, defiant face.
"What? Loose already?" she panted, her voice a breathless, mocking purr despite the fact that her thighs were shaking uncontrollably.
Heena had only wanted to exact a little petty revenge by provoking his masculine pride, hoping to leave him entirely flustered and under her thumb. But she had grossly miscalculated the sheer depth of the monster she was dealing with.
Samuel didn’t look defeated at all. He lay there in the dim moonlight, his dark hair damp against the pillows, and let out a low, vibrant chuckle. A brilliant, dangerously bright smile spread across his handsome face as his hands slid slowly up her legs.
"Well," Samuel murmured, his voice dropping into a deep, gravelly vibration that sent a sudden spike of alarm straight down her spine. "I thought I should give my wife a brief breather to recover. But now that you’ve said that... I think I am being quite wrong to hold back."
Before the warning bells in Heena’s mind could even finish ringing, Samuel’s grip on her waist tightened like iron bands. The easy, submissive scholar vanished in a fraction of a second. In one powerful, seamless surge, he flipped her onto her back, the sudden momentum pinning her beneath his heavy, solid frame.
Looking up into his pitch-black eyes, which were now burning with an unhinged, insatiable hunger, Heena found herself teetering perfectly on the boundary of immense regret and frantic desire.
"Samuel, wait—" she started, but the words were instantly devoured as he slammed his mouth down on hers, taking her breath away in a bruising, possessive kiss.
He didn’t give her another second to think or dictate terms. Snapping her slender wrists together, he pinned them securely above her head with just one of his large hands, completely stripping away her dominance. With his free hand, he aggressively hooked her knee, dragging her leg up over his broad shoulder to open her body completely to his gaze.
"You wanted to see how much I meant it, wife," he growled against her lips, his breath hot and uneven. "Let’s see if you can handle the answer."
Without a shred of his previous hesitation, Samuel drove himself back inside her.
Heena let out a sharp, choked gasp as the thick, blunt force of him stretched her tight, sensitive walls all over again. He didn’t build up the pace slowly this time. The friction was immediate and punishingly deep. He began to thrust into her with a heavy, frantic rhythm, every downward plunge striking her deepest dynamic, generating a fierce, localized heat that made her entire body tremble.
The small inn room completely dissolved into the slick, rhythmic sounds of their colliding bodies and the frantic, desperate rustling of the ruined sheets. Heena’s head tossed violently from side to side against the pillow, her dark hair tangling around her face as the overwhelming pleasure began to fracture her mind. Her iron control was systematically stripped away, piece by piece.
Every time she tried to find her bearings or catch her breath, Samuel shifted his angle, driving deeper and faster, deliberately finding the exact spots that made her cry out. He used his sheer size and leverage to ruthless advantage, lifting her hips off the mattress to meet his heavy, unyielding strikes.
"Look at me," Samuel demanded hoarsely, his chest heaving as sweat dripped from his jawline onto her collarbone.
When she forced her heavy lids open, she didn’t see the gentle husband who massaged her feet; she saw a man completely unhinged by devotion, thoroughly intent on consuming her whole. The sight sent a violent thrill straight to her core, her internal muscles instinctively clamping down around his rigid length in a tight, desperate grip.
Samuel let out a raw, undone groan at the sensation, his pace turning frantic, slamming into her relentlessly until the boundaries of time entirely ceased to exist for Heena.
He tossed her across that bed for the entire night. Whenever she thought he was finally spent, he would simply shift her body—pinning her on her side, pulling her onto his lap, or forcing her onto her hands and knees—before burying himself inside her again, demanding every ounce of her reactions. At some point, the moonlight outside faded into a pale, early morning grey, and Heena completely forgot how many hours had passed, entirely lost in the endless, blinding cycle of crashing climaxes and the terrifying, beautiful strength of the man holding her safe in the dark.
The next day, Heena finally woke up.
She cracked her heavy eyelids open only to find the room bathed in pitch-black darkness. She glanced toward the window shutters; the world outside was dead silent. It was easily midnight. She had slept through the entire day and straight into the next night.
Beside her, Samuel was still resting, breathing in a slow, perfectly peaceful rhythm.
Heena’s first, most primal instinct upon seeing his peaceful face was to violently kick him clean out of the bed. But the moment she tried to twitch a single muscle, a wave of pure, unadulterated agony rippled through her entire frame. Her waist felt like it had been violently twisted into a knot, her hands were stiff, and her thighs were so incredibly sore that it felt as though she had been repeatedly run over by a heavily loaded merchant truck.
She literally couldn’t move.
’At least the bastard had the decency to clean her up before he went to sleep,’ she thought bitterly. But that slight mercy was entirely canceled out by the fact that even in his deep sleep, his heavy, muscular arm was still wrapped tightly around her waist, trapping her against his chest like an iron vice.
Heena carefully tilted her head, glaring daggers at his handsome sleeping profile. People always said that heightening your appreciation of beauty could heal your soul, but looking at his striking face right now, Heena knew that was an absolute lie.