Chapter 4 #3
He settled his body atop mine, a weight that should’ve felt suffocating but was oddly comforting in the wake of my intense orgasm.
I liked the reassuring feel of his bare skin on mine, the caress of his hand on my cheek.
He looked deep into my eyes, studying my soul.
I tried to hide myself from him, but my hands jerked uselessly at the cuffs, and I couldn’t seem to tear my gaze from his steady caramel stare.
He petted my hair, the sensation sweet and soothing, despite my mounting anxiety.
His cock pressed against my entrance, and I tensed as fear coiled all my muscles tight.
I didn’t want the pain that was to come.
His fingers had stretched me, but surely it would be impossible for me to accommodate his size.
“You can take me,” he coaxed, the edge of a growl roughening his gentle tone. “Let me in, kitten.”
“I can’t,” I whispered, barely holding back the tears that stung the corners of my eyes. It was all too much; he was too much. He overwhelmed me completely, and I clung to my will by a thread.
“Yes, you can.” He stroked my hair again, and his thumb traced the line of my cheekbone as though he was memorizing the contours of my face. As though he cared about me. “Be a good girl and relax for me.”
I noted the hard set of his jaw, the flash of determination in his dark eyes. He would take my innocence tonight: our wedding night. My new husband wouldn’t allow me to remain a virgin.
I didn’t want it to hurt. I couldn’t bear it if I fought him and inevitably lost. He’d promised me bliss, and I would take what he offered.
I wouldn’t spend my life resisting him only to be irreparably broken in the end.
He was my husband, the only man I would ever sleep with.
If he was going to take ownership of my body, I could at least take something from him in return: my own pleasure.
“That’s it,” he praised as my body softened beneath his. He trailed his fingers through my hair, continuing to soothe me as he began to press inside me. “Such a sweet little kitten.”
I shuddered, the tone of his voice reaching into my core like a rumbling sensation.
Heat bloomed between my legs, even as my tight channel struggled to stretch for him.
A sharp twinge of pain set my teeth on edge, and he stilled at my soft whimper.
I bit my lip to hold in further sounds of distress and squeezed my eyes shut.
His hand cupped my cheek, his thumb hooking beneath my jaw to tip my head back. “Look at me.”
I couldn’t seem to resist that deep command. My eyes fluttered open, and I was locked in his intense stare once again.
“I’ve got you,” he promised. “You’re doing so well.”
Confusion muddled my mind. He was being so tender with me, but he was hurting me. The praise did something funny to my insides, turning them molten. As he continued to pet me, I released a long, shaky sigh, and my body relaxed around the hard intrusion of his cock.
“Good girl.” He said the words through gritted teeth, strain tightening his jaw. He was holding himself back for me, giving me time to adjust to the penetration. He truly did want me to enjoy this.
But there was too much discomfort to feel pleasure, a becoming more unbearable with every thick inch that entered me. I whined and squirmed beneath him, but there was nowhere for me to go.
He shushed me gently and lowered his mouth to mine, capturing my lips.
The kiss was an encouragement, urging me to trust in him.
His hand left my face, skimming down my throat to toy with my breasts.
He rolled my nipples between his clever fingers, lighting up my body with the dark pleasure he’d shown me before.
Hot lines of lust zinged from my tight buds to my sex, and my inner muscles relaxed slightly.
He eased out of me by an inch, then pushed slowly back in. His cock brushed that sensitive spot inside me, and bliss finally sang through the pain. I bucked beneath him on a gasp, and his lips firmed on mine, hungrier and harsh with his own need.
He began to thrust gently, stimulating the pleasure point while he continued to play with my nipples.
I relaxed further, and the wet heat of my arousal eased his penetration.
He drove in deep, and my core contracted around him.
His guttural groan made warmth pulse in my chest, that surge of feminine power going straight to my head.
He wanted me. I was bound and totally vulnerable beneath him, but in this moment, I held my own sway over him as well.
I clung to the sensation, taking ownership of the ecstasy that raced through my body, claiming it for myself.
I allowed myself to fall into it, and the last of the pain melted away.
My inner walls squeezed him with velvet heat, and he growled out his satisfaction, a primal sound of masculine pleasure.
I wanted him to lose himself in me, to surrender some small part of himself in recompense for decimating me.
I parted my legs farther, welcoming him to claim me more deeply.
A snarl vibrated against my lips, and his teeth nipped at me.
His palm rested on my throat, thick fingers encircling my neck.
For a moment, fear speared my lust, but he didn’t squeeze; he simply held me in an act of savage dominance.
Some animal part of my psyche responded, and I went supple in his grip, yielding to his superior strength.
He increased the speed of his thrusts, lighting me up with bliss until my body was flooded with it. Sweat slicked my skin, and my muscles drew taut with the strain of containing it.
“Come for me, Elenora,” he said, the words a rough command.
I unleashed myself, and ecstasy detonated inside me, bursting from my core all the way to my fingertips and toes. I writhed beneath him, mindlessly riding out my pleasure as my ragged cry rang through the bedroom.
“Mine,” he growled, a beast claiming me. “All mine.”
He drove deep one last time and released a primal roar. I felt his cock pulse inside me, and I knew he was losing himself in me too. The knowledge of his undoing heightened my pleasure, sensation and emotion overwhelming me completely.
I trembled one last time as aftershocks crackled through my core.
Then he withdrew from me, and my entire body went limp.
I felt heavy but oddly light at the same time, floating but pressed down deep into the mattress.
I couldn’t move my limbs if I tried, and I didn’t want to.
I just wanted to remain cocooned in this haze of residual bliss, where there were no worries or fears.
Luca reached above me, and a clicking sound accompanied the metal cuffs falling away. He grasped my hands and lifted them, pressing tender kisses to the pink marks on my skin. The gesture was shockingly gentle and almost reverent. I simply stared up at him, awed at his beauty and power.
This beast of a man was my husband. He’d claimed me in a way no other man ever would, and now he was handling me like I’d given him a precious gift.
He quickly disposed of the condom and settled down beside me, hooking his corded arm around my waist so he could nestle my body against his. He pressed a kiss to the top of my head, and within seconds, his breathing turned deep and even.
Despite the horrors I’d endured today—despite the terrifying, ecstatic encounter we’d just shared—exhaustion rolled over me, and I followed him into sleep.