{SCARLETT'S POV}
His fingers dug into my hips, hauling me back against him. The silk sheets felt cold beneath my burning skin, a stark contrast to the heat of his body covering mine. His cock, already slick and hard, pressed against my entrance, not asking, taking.
"This cunt," he growled, his voice a low rumble against my ear, "drips for me even before I'm inside. Look at you. A fucking mess."
He didn't wait for a reply. He drove into me with a single brutal thrust that stole the air from my lungs. My back arched, a silent scream catching in my throat as he filled me, stretching me so completely.
"Yes," I choked out, the word muffled by the sheets.
"What did you say?" he demanded, his hips already setting a punishing rhythm, each deep thrust of his cock sending a jolt of pure lightning up throughout my body. His hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back.
"Yes, my Lord!" I cried out.
