Damien's hands tore through the remnants of Kali's clothes, shredding the flimsy fabric like paper. She laughed beneath him, her small frame trembling with anticipation, her crimson eyes gleaming with wild delight.
He grabbed her thighs and spread them wide, exposing her completely. She was already wet—her folds glistening in the dim light of the office, her body responding to his dominance before he had even touched her.
"Look at you," he growled, his voice low and rough. "Already dripping for me."
Kali's grin widened. "I have been waiting for this, my future husband. I am ready."
He slapped her thigh—hard. The sound echoed through the office, and she gasped, her eyes widening with surprise before they narrowed with pleasure.
"Good," he said. "Now shut up and take it."
He drove into her without warning.
Her pussy was tight, impossibly tight, her walls clenching around his cock as he filled her completely. She cried out, a sharp, breathless sound that was half-pain, half-pleasure. Her hands flew to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.
"Yes," she hissed. "Yes, fuck, yes—"
He set a brutal pace.
His hips slammed against hers, each thrust driving her deeper into the table. Papers scattered across the floor. The wood groaned beneath them. Kali's moans filled the office, wild and unrestrained, her small body bouncing with each impact.
"Harder," she demanded, her voice cracking. "Harder, you bastard—"
He grabbed her throat and squeezed.
Her eyes rolled back, her mouth falling open in a silent scream. He could feel her pulse racing beneath his palm, her body arching off the table as he fucked her through the pressure. Her pussy clenched around him, desperate and hungry.
"You like that?" he snarled, releasing her throat just long enough for her to gasp.
"Yes," she breathed. "Yes, I love it—"
He cut her off with another thrust, this one deeper than before. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his lower back, pulling him deeper.
He flipped her over.
She landed on her stomach, her hands scrambling for purchase on the slick surface of the table. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back, positioning her on all fours. Her ass was round and firm, her pussy wet and open, dripping with her arousal.
"Look at you," he said, slapping her ass. The crack was loud, sharp, and she cried out in pleasure. "On your knees like a good little goddess."
"Yes," she moaned, pushing her hips back toward him. "Yes, please—"
He entered her again, harder than before.
His cock filled her completely, stretching her walls, hitting her deepest point with every thrust. She screamed—a raw, guttural sound that echoed through the office. Her hands clawed at the table, her body shaking with each impact.
He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, forcing her to arch her spine. Her back curved beautifully, her small breasts pressing against the wood, her ass rising to meet each thrust.
"You wanted this," he growled, his voice rough. "You wanted to be fucked like a whore. Now take it."
"Yes," she sobbed, her voice broken with pleasure. "Yes, I wanted it—I wanted you—fuck—"
He slammed into her, each thrust driving her further into the table. The wood creaked beneath them, threatening to break. She was shaking, her body trembling with the force of his assault.
"I am so close," she gasped. "Please—"
He slapped her ass again, harder this time. She screamed, her pussy clenching around him as she came. Her orgasm was violent, her body shuddering as waves of pleasure crashed through her.
He did not stop.
He moved her to the couch.
She was still trembling from her release, her body limp and pliant in his arms. He laid her down on the soft leather, positioning her on her stomach. Her legs were spread, her ass raised, her pussy red and swollen from his assault.
He entered her from behind.
"Fuck," she gasped, her fingers digging into the cushions. "You—you are going to kill me—"
"No," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I am going to make you beg for more."
He set a new pace—slower, deeper, each thrust reaching her deepest point. The angle was perfect, his cock dragging against her sensitive walls, hitting the spot that made her scream.
"Please," she whimpered. "Please, please—"
He grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto him, driving deeper. She sobbed, her body trembling as another orgasm built within her.
"Tell me what you want," he commanded.
"You," she gasped. "I want you—I want all of you—please—"
He thrust harder, faster, his rhythm becoming brutal. She was shrieking now, her voice raw and broken, her body shaking with the force of her pleasure.
"I am going to come," she screamed. "I am going to—"
She broke.
Her orgasm was explosive, her body convulsing beneath him as waves of pleasure crashed through her. She screamed his name—not the name of a goddess, not the name of a warrior, but the name of the man who had claimed her.
He pulled out, his cock still hard, and flipped her over.
She was limp in his arms.
He lifted her, her petite frame easy to handle, and positioned her against the wall. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck. He entered her in one smooth motion, filling her completely.
"Look at me," he commanded.
Her eyes met his. They were glassy, unfocused, her pupils blown wide with pleasure.
"You wanted me to destroy you," he said. "Now look at what you have become."
She smiled, a lazy, satisfied smile that made his blood burn.
"More," she whispered. "Please—more."
He gave her what she wanted.
His hips drove into hers, each thrust lifting her off the wall and slamming her back against it. The rhythm was punishing, relentless, a final assault on her already broken body.
She did not scream. She could not. Her voice had died in her throat, replaced by a series of broken gasps and moans. Her body was trembling, her muscles spasming as another orgasm built within her.
"Come for me," he growled. "Now."
She broke.
Her body convulsed, her pussy clenching around him as she came. He followed, his hips slamming forward one final time as he emptied himself into her. She was shaking, trembling, her body limp in his arms.
He held her there, her small frame pressed against him, her breath ragged and uneven. Her cum dripped down her thighs, a mixture of her pleasure and his, pooling on the floor beneath them.
Slowly, carefully, he lowered her to the ground. She stood on shaky legs, her knees threatening to buckle.
"Well," she said, her voice hoarse but satisfied. "That was... exactly what I needed."
He laughed, a genuine sound that surprised even him.
"Let's get cleaned up."
She nodded, her grin returning. "Only if you carry me."
He scooped her into his arms without hesitation, and she nestled against his chest as they made their way to the shower.
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