Chapter 10: Morning After Violation

The first real light of dawn crept across the wooden floor like spilled honey, warm and unforgiving, catching on the faint sheen of sweat still cooling between my breasts. I woke to the slow, deliberate push of him sliding deeper from behind, his cock already thick and insistent inside my tender, overflowing heat. My thighs were slick with everything he’d left there through the long night—sticky rivers of him and me that had dried in patches on my skin but now flowed fresh again with every lazy rock of his hips. The thin mattress dipped under us, the mosquito net drifting lazily overhead like a shroud I couldn’t escape. I tried to pull away, a weak shift of my hips, but his arm tightened around my waist, palm splayed wide and hot against the soft curve of my lower belly exactly where he’d pressed all night, holding me pinned in place.

“Morning, cariño,” he murmured against the back of my neck, voice rough with sleep and fresh hunger. He thrust again, deeper this time, the blunt head nudging high inside me where I was still swollen and sensitive from the hours of use. A broken sound slipped out of me—half whimper, half sigh—as my body answered without permission, inner walls fluttering around his thickness, drawing him in like it remembered every claiming pulse from the dark hours before. Shame burned hot across my cheeks, but the ache between my legs bloomed heavier, undeniable, a low pulse that made my nipples tighten against the cool morning air filtering through the open door.

I whispered, “Please ... not again,” but the words dissolved into a gasp when he hooked one of my legs back over his thigh, spreading me wider for the next slow glide. The new angle let him sink even farther, the wet drag of him pulling fresh trickles of our combined mess down the crease of my ass to soak the sheet. His free hand cupped my breast, thumb rolling the peaked tip until sparks shot straight down to where we were joined. I hated how my back arched into him, how my hips tilted to take more, how the distant thunder of the waves outside seemed to match the rhythm he set—steady, relentless, like the ocean itself had decided I belonged right here.

He kept it languid at first, savoring the way my body betrayed me with every involuntary squeeze. “Feel that?” he breathed, pressing his palm firmer against my abdomen so I could sense the blunt nudge of him high inside, right against that tender barrier. “Still so full from last night. I’m going to add more before I let you leave this bed.” The words should have made me fight harder, but all I managed was a soft, broken sob as pleasure coiled low and vicious again, my clit throbbing untouched against the damp sheet. He slid his fingers down, circling the swollen bud with lazy precision while his cock worked deeper, and the combination dragged me under in a shuddering rush—thighs trembling, walls clamping tight around him as a fresh wave of wetness flooded us both.