Caine's thrusts were brutal, but she found herself welcoming the pain. It was a sign that he was taking what was his: claiming her body, her soul. Her hands clutched at the stone altar as he fucked her harder and faster, each thrust driving deeper into her core.
Her breath came in ragged gasps as she tried to adjust to the size of him. He felt so good, but it hurt too much: a strange, exquisite pain that made her want to both scream and beg for more.
"focus here" I tease her clit as I thrust "you can feel the difference in our power".
As he continued to pound into her, his other hand found its way between them, teasing her swollen clit. She arched her back, moaning loudly as the pleasure built inside her. The contrast of pain and ecstasy was almost too much to bear: she could feel herself on the edge of orgasm, but she didn't want it to end.
"Yes," she gasped out, her voice hoarse from exertion. "I can feel it." His power over her was undeniable;