She heard his low mocking laugh and fought off the urge to “accidentally” kick him. It was his fault she was this desperate. A whole month? Was the man trying to kill her? He pressed the tip of his cock at the entrance of her body, and pushed in slow, deep, and hard and she groaned in relief.

She arched as he filled her, stretching her out and open. A month without him inside her and he was big enough to hurt, but it didn’t hurt because she wanted him so much. She’d been wet and ready for him from the second he shoved his cock into her throat, and she was even wetter now as he moved on top of her. He took her wrists in his hands and held them hard into the bed. It hurt, and she groaned in her pleasure at the pain.

Søren still hadn’t kissed her on the mouth. She would have begged for it if she’d been allowed to speak. He hadn’t given her permission, so she suffered in silence as he pounded into her. Absolute torture that she couldn’t tell him how good his big thick cock felt in her pussy, how much she’d missed him, how she’d fantasized about this moment when they were together again.

Since she couldn’t speak with words, she let her body tell him everything he needed to know. Nora lifted her hips, pushing them into him, taking every inch of him until she couldn’t take anymore. It was all she could do, lying helpless on the bed, held down by his impossibly strong hands on her wrists. But she wasn’t completely helpless…

She contracted her vagina around his cock as hard as she could. He gasped, and she grinned, triumphant. A short-lived triumph. He released her wrists, dug his hands into her hair and held her immobile underneath. His thrusts were vicious, stabbing, and split her wide open. She felt his hot breath on her shoulder.

“I missed your cunt,” he breathed into her ear. Nora gasped again. A month without a word from him, and that was the first thing he said to her?

Terrible man. She adored every inch of his wicked body.

He held her down and fucked her. Maybe they’d make love later. Maybe it would be tender and sweet—as tender and sweet as any sadist could make love—but she needed fucked first, and he needed to fuck her. Nora lifted her hips faster, pumping them with her heels dug into the bed until she was almost out of her mind with need. Søren reached between their bodies, found her clitoris, and stroked it with wet fingers. She stiffened, back arched, breasts pressed to his chest, and came with a near-silent grunt in the back of her throat.

She came around him in a thousand sharp contractions. Lost in her own pleasure, she barely noticed when he dug his fingers into the back of her neck, held her head to his chest, and came inside her. Only when he lowered her gently back down and pulled out of her did she feel the rush of hot semen on her thighs pouring onto the bed.