19. Willow
19
WILLOW
You know when you leave a bar of chocolate in the sunshine, and it looks the same as it did before it was heated through, but when you touch it, it’s all melted and squidgy?
That’s me right now, and Zane is the sun.
I’m pretty sure I’ve been changed at a molecular level.
I’ve never felt anything as good as the white-hot pleasure from Zane licking me. He hasn’t stopped, either. As though he loves the taste, he’s running his tongue over my pussy lips, careful not to touch where I’m over sensitised.
But despite being liquid, I’m still desperate.
“Zane,” I plead, and tug on my tied hands. Being helpless like this is spiralling up my desire. I thought goading him to make me his would drive him wild, and it has, but it’s also brought out his stubborn streak. “I need you.”
His eyes are sharp on me, his face in dark shadows. “What do you need, little bunny?”
“You. Please.”
“Do you need me to fill you with my cock?” His hands go to his belt.
Impossibly, my clit twitches.
“Yes,” I breathe.
I get a glimpse of strained fabric as he stands and rips open his trousers. My mouth waters at the sight of his cock, jutting upwards, large and proud. He strokes the length, eyes going hazy as he looks down at my ruined, sluttish self, lying on his bed completely naked.
“Will you come on my cock like a good girl if I fuck you?”
My pussy clenches. Empty, so empty.
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to come deep inside you and plant my seed, so I give you a baby?” He raises one eyebrow.
He thinks he has to make me crazy to accept this. I know he’s trying to get me to beg more. But here’s the thing: two can play at the teasing game.
He’s licked me until I’m mindless, but I rally my thoughts. I want him feral. I want him as undone as I am.
“Just here?” I writhe, arching my hips to indicate my belly. “Would you like to see me swollen with your child?”
And it’s his turn to grit his teeth and moan.
“Tell me you’d like to have me pregnant with your baby.” I push my shoulders into the mattress, offering up my breasts. “These would get all big and milky, too.”
“Little fucking tease,” he says hoarsely, taking me in with his hungry gaze.
I smile. “It’ll work. Everyone will know I’m yours when I’m swollen and pregnant. When I give birth to a boy with dark hair and pale-blue eyes.”
He groans and strokes his cock faster. The tip is reddening, and I swear it’s bigger now.
“Would you like to suck my nipples then?”
I think I shocked him because he stops abruptly. I certainly just surprised myself. And for a full second, I’m scared I’ve made a miscalculation.
Then Zane grins. “Oh yes. There’s nothing that will make me want you less. I’ll steal a bit of milk from my infant, and fuck you until I have to put my hand over your mouth so you don’t wake the baby as you scream in pleasure. I’ll love and want you until the end of time, Willow.”
My breasts tingle with anticipation. I believe him.
“Fuck me as you’re meant to, Zane.”
He rises up, and is on top of me in a second, fully clothed in contrast to my bared skin and ferocious, burning intensity that I want to have all over me. The slide of his shirt on my skin is a heated reminder of how he has power over me. I’m happy to hand over control because I trust him completely to give me what I didn’t even know I needed.
I thought I wanted the freedom to choose. Turns out, it was love that was missing.
Then he lowers his head, and I get a glimpse of his wicked smile before he gets one of my nipples between his teeth and tugs mercilessly.
He doesn’t kiss my breasts, he devours them. Just as when he was licking my pussy, he eats me whole. It’s unlike anything I’ve experienced as he bites first one nipple then the other. It sends a bolt of arousal right down my torso.
I’m so overwhelmed by how he’s worshipping my breasts, I barely notice him nudging my legs apart where they’ve fallen together. I’m writhing with pure desire, unable to do anything but lie and take what he gives me. And it borders on pain, it’s so good, but every time he sucks too hard, he gentles up when I cry out. I’m so wound up. Despite all my fine thoughts about teasing him, Zane is utterly in control, his big body holding me down and the sting of his tie around my wrists.
I look at him, and blink as I notice the pink-red of a bruise on the swell of my breast.
“Fuck.” He lets out a rumbling growl as he presses his lips to my skin again, then rears up. “You’re so sexy. I can’t wait any longer.”
“You don’t need to. Take me,” I urge him.
He drags his shirt over his head and there’s a rip as he takes the cuffs over his wrists, then shoving his trousers and underwear down in one and kicking off the whole lot without moving away from me. As though he needs us to be close as much as I do.
His cock is leaking pre-come, a white bead at the tip and dribbling down the curved head. My mouth waters.
I half want him to straddle me and feed me his cock right here, between my lips, and fuck my throat. But I need him between my legs more.
There’s no ceremony as my tattooed and scar-covered lover—the kingpin of Bethnal Green—falls over me. He’s so big in every way, and I’m tiny beneath him. The contrast of his patterned skin, with the roughness of the hair that trails down his middle, compared to my plainness sends an unexpected shudder of desire down my spine.
And that cock. I gasp as the hot, silky-smooth head of him touches my folds then nudges forward. I wish I could hold him to me, but equally I like that I only have one thing to focus on. All I have to do is accept him.
“I’m going to take your virginity now,” he rasps. He’s on his elbows, and shifts his hand to caress the side of my neck, running his palm up to my jaw, then over my lips. It’s a shock when he slides two fingers into my mouth, so intimate even compared to our nakedness.
“Little bunny, bite down when I hurt you. I want to share every bit of pain, because fuck, I know your tight, wet, hot little pussy is going to be my heaven. Made for my pleasure.”
He pushes into me.
I make mewling sounds like a wounded animal as he forces my body to accept his fat dick.
“That’s it,” he rumbles. “You’re mine now.”
It’s only then I realise I’ve done as he asked, biting down on his fingers.
It hurts. There’s no other word for it, but my god, it hurts like growing pains, like a caterpillar reforming into a butterfly. I let out a hiss, and Zane soothes me. I release my jaw as the sharpest pain dissipates, and turn my head to press kisses into his palm.
I close my eyes and for a long moment there’s nothing but the way he’s splitting me open. He’s making space for himself in me, and it’s like from the start. He realised first that we were meant to be together, and pushed through every barrier. Including my virginity.
He strokes my hair and tells me I’m doing so well for him. That I’m his good girl.
That doesn’t make my body cooperate though.
“Breathe,” he instructs me softly, and his hand lifts from my hair.
And I do.
“Look.”
I open my eyes to find his pale-blue eyes full of love. Then I notice he’s holding two fingers before my face. A second later, I see what he means.
“Your virgin blood, little bunny. The wolf got you.” With slow deliberation he takes his fingers to his chest, and wipes bloody streaks across the top of his pectoral. “You’re mine now, and I’m yours.”
“Yes.”
“In every way.” He reaches back down between us and brings his fingers to his lips and crams them into his mouth, sucking my blood greedily as he holds my gaze, unblinking, like the predator he is. “I want every part of you.”
He moves his hips, and I squeak in alarm or protest or surprise, I don’t know which. He’s huge inside me, and it stings. But there’s also a spark of pleasure igniting in the place between my clit and where he has me speared.
“You’re so tight, let me in further,” he murmurs, tugging my hair slightly and magically, something shifts, like that releases the discomfort, and he’s instantly deeper.
I can feel him all the way up to my heart. He’s rearranging me internally with that big cock just as he’s in my mind.
Then he thrusts.
My eyes roll back in my head, because Zane fucking me is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It’s a caress to parts of me that are untouched, and are so happy to be found by him, as though they’ve been waiting for Zane to light them up. He watches my expression intently as he repeats the motion, his muscles rippling. He’s dragging out with teasing slowness then entering me faster each time. Each thrust is better as I open for him more.
“Oh fuck, Willow.” His mouth opens and he’s panting. He looks a bit crazed, and that’s reassuring because so am I. “You’re so wet, and feel so good. I can’t wait to feel you come around my cock. I can’t wait for this to be as good for you as it is for me.”
“It is, it is,” I babble. “I love you.” I wrap my legs around his hips to try to bring him closer.
“I love you too.” He sounds on edge. “And you’re my good girl. I want everyone to know you belong to me ,” he growls and even pushes deeper. “My ring on your finger, my child in your belly, my arm around your waist. The wolf isn’t letting go of his prey this time.”