Henry’s smirk returned, dark and satisfied. "Good girl. We’ll negotiate later, like you always try to do."

He positioned himself at her entrance, the blunt head of his cock nudging her slick folds. Then, in one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her.

Abigail cried out, the sudden fullness stretching her walls deliciously. Henry groaned deeply, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave marks. "Fuck... so tight. So wet for me."

He didn’t give her time to adjust. He pulled back almost completely, then slammed back in, setting a brutal, punishing rhythm. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the luxurious bedroom, mixed with Abigail’s broken moans and Henry’s low growls.

Each thrust was deep, precise, and merciless. He fucked her like he owned her—hard, possessive strokes that hit that perfect spot every single time. One hand slid up her back, fisting her hair and pulling her head back slightly, forcing her to arch deeper for him.

"That’s it," he rasped, pounding into her. "Take every inch, Abigail. This pussy was made for me."

Abigail’s eyes rolled back, her mouth open in a silent cry as pleasure crashed through her. The drug made every sensation sharper, hotter. She pushed back against him instinctively, meeting his thrusts, chasing the release building inside her like fire.

Henry reached around, his fingers finding her swollen clit, rubbing tight circles in time with his cock driving into her. "Come for me, Kitten. Let me feel you squeeze my cock."

Her orgasm hit her like a storm. She screamed his name into the sheets, her walls fluttering and clenching around him violently. Henry cursed under his breath but didn’t slow down. He fucked her straight through it, drawing it out until she was shaking, overstimulated, and gasping for air.

Only then did he pull out, flip her onto her back again, and push her legs wide open. He slid back inside her in one smooth glide, leaning down so his masked face hovered above hers.

"We’re not done yet," he growled, hips snapping forward. "Not even close."

Henry’s hips snapped forward with deep, punishing strokes, driving his thick cock into her soaked pussy again and again. The new angle let him go even deeper, the head of his cock kissing her cervix with every thrust. Abigail’s back arched off the bed, her hands flying up to clutch at his broad shoulders, nails digging into the expensive fabric of his shirt.

"Fuck... Henry—" she gasped, her voice breaking.

He growled at the sound of his name on her lips, one hand wrapping around her throat with just enough pressure to make her pulse race. The golden mask hovered inches above her face, his dark eyes burning behind it.

"You love this, don’t you? Even while you pretend to hate me." He rolled his hips in a slow, filthy grind, stirring his cock inside her before slamming back in hard. "Your tight little cunt is sucking me in like it never wants me to leave."

Abigail whimpered, her walls fluttering around his girth. The drug made every sensation overwhelming — the stretch, the heat, the relentless friction. She was dripping down her thighs, the wet sounds of him fucking her obscene in the quiet luxury of the panther-themed bedroom.

Henry suddenly pulled out, leaving her empty and clenching around nothing. Before she could protest, he flipped her onto her stomach again, yanked her hips up high, and shoved a pillow beneath her belly. He mounted her from behind like a beast, one knee planted beside her leg as he thrust back inside in a single brutal stroke.

"Ahh—!" Abigail screamed into the sheets, fists twisting the silk as he set a merciless pace. His heavy balls slapped against her clit with every thrust. His hands gripped her ass cheeks hard, spreading her open so he could watch his thick cock disappear into her dripping hole over and over.

"That’s it, Kitten. Ass up, face down. Just how I like you," he rasped, voice rough with lust. He spanked her right cheek sharply, then the left, the sting blooming into heat that made her moan louder.

He leaned over her, chest pressed to her back, one arm wrapping around her waist while his other hand reached down to rub her swollen clit in fast, tight circles.

"You’re going to come again," he ordered against her ear. "And this time I want to feel you milk my cock like the greedy girl you are."

Abigail’s thighs shook violently. The combination of his deep, pounding thrusts and his skilled fingers on her clit pushed her over the edge fast. She came with a broken cry, her pussy spasming hard around him, gushing wetly down his shaft.

Henry groaned in satisfaction but didn’t stop. He fucked her straight through her orgasm, dragging it out until she was sobbing with overstimulation, her legs threatening to give out.

Only then did he slow down. He pulled out, turned her onto her back once more, and hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her in half. The new position made her feel him even deeper as he slid back inside her dripping heat.

"Look at me," he commanded.

Abigail’s hazy eyes met the golden mask. Henry started moving again — long, powerful strokes that made her breasts bounce with every thrust. His hand returned to her throat, possessive and controlling.

"This pussy is mine now, Abigail. Say it."

She bit her lip, stubborn even while falling apart. Henry smirked and slammed into her harder, grinding against her clit on every downstroke.

"I said... say it."

"It’s... yours—" she finally whimpered, voice weak and broken.

"Good girl."

His thrusts grew faster, more erratic. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with her moans and his low, animalistic growls. Sweat glistened on his skin beneath the open collar of his shirt. He reached between them again, rubbing her oversensitive clit until she was shaking, another orgasm building fast.

"Come with me," he growled. "Now."

Abigail shattered again, crying out as her walls clamped down around him like a vice. Henry cursed sharply, burying himself to the hilt as he finally came, pulsing hot and deep inside her. He kept thrusting through it, filling her until his seed leaked out around his cock with every shallow movement.

For a long moment, the only sounds were their heavy breathing.

Henry stayed buried inside her, his masked face lowered until his forehead nearly touched hers. His hand stroked her thigh almost gently, a stark contrast to how ruthlessly he’d just fucked her.

"Second mistake, Kitten," he murmured, voice dark with satisfaction. "And I have a feeling there will be many more."

Abigail closed her eyes, breathing heavily chest, her body limp and thoroughly used. She knew she should push him away... but right now, she couldn’t even remember why.