36. CHAPTER 33 #3
“Once I have you like this,” I whispered, trying to hide the impatience in my voice, “there’s no going back, Léa. I’m not letting you forget how it feels when I’m inside you, and I'm not letting you forget what I can do to you. Do you understand me?”
Her throat bobbed. For an instant, her gaze met mine with a trace of panic, then she steadied and gave a slow, sure nod.
"Good girl."
I stood and stripped, yanking my shirt open, buttons scattering across the floor. Her eyes tracked every inch of exposed skin, darkening as I shoved my trousers and briefs down and freed myself.
My cock slapped against my thigh, heavy with the ache of all those nights I'd fought not to stroke myself thinking of her.
I fisted my length once, twice, letting her see how it wanted her, how badly I wanted to bury it deep inside her.
“You see what you do to me?” I asked hoarsely, stroking while my abs flexed from the pressure. “You haven’t even touched me properly and I’m already losing my mind.”
“Orion,” she whispered, her voice trembling with want, and fuck, hearing my name on her lips again utterly unraveled me. I needed more of it, craved it like fucking air.
I crawled onto the bed over her, dragging my palms over her body to find her soft breasts.
Once I did, my thumbs circled her nipples through the lace until they pebbled hard beneath my touch.
She arched, a throaty moan slipping out as I captured her mouth in a bruising kiss, my tongue driving in to taste every ounce of her desperation.
“You’re going to feel and crave me in every part of your body after tonight,” I breathed across her lips, my voice thick with lust. “You hear me? I’m going to teach your body to come apart for me and only me.”
Her answering shiver drove straight through me.
I kissed my way down her throat, sucking marks into the soft skin at her collarbone before moving lower, taking one nipple into my mouth through the lace and tugging gently until she gasped.
“Orion, please—”
That moan…that plea, fueled the explosion building up in my veins.
I wedged my knee between her thighs, spreading her wide, and slowly dipped my fingers into her wetness, sliding two inside her tight heat.
Seeing her in that dress earlier had made me want to spend all night wringing multiple orgasms out of her. But now, knowing she’d never been touched like this, I wanted to be both her ruin and her sanctuary.
I intensified my movement and she bucked, her pussy clenching around my fingers instantly, soaking my hand. I pumped faster, my thumb circling her clit in a motion that made her moan louder.
“That’s it,” I coaxed. “Fucking chase it.”
I watched her grind faster, chasing the friction she’d been denied all this time.
In that moment I couldn’t help but think of all the ways I wanted to corrupt my wife.
The things I wanted to teach her about the limits of her own body, and how easily I could push her past every one of them until I was the only thing she could feel.
When I finally lay over her, the world shrank to the sound of her breathing and the heat of her body cradling mine.
My cock pressed at her entrance, the tip breaching her barely an inch before I felt her quiver.
“Tell me if it hurts,” I whispered, my forehead pressed to hers, my voice now a total wreck.
She nodded with eyes locked on mine, and her lips pressed together in a line of sheer, stubborn resolve.
I moved slowly and carefully, the head of my cock easing forward, stretching her inch by inch.
She tensed hard, her face twisting in visible pain.
First a wince creasing her brow, then her lips pressed together before a gasp escaped.
Pain and pleasure warred there. Her eyes squeezed shut for a moment.
That sight hit me like a punch to the chest. I felt her ache deep in my own ribs, twisting hard until I could barely breathe.
“Shh, I've got you,” I kissed her forehead, her temple, the corner of her mouth, while brushing tears from her lashes with my thumb.
“Breathe with me, Léa. You're doing so well…my brave girl.”
Her nails raked my shoulders, drawing blood, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she drew in a long, shaky breath and rolled her hips the smallest fraction, urging me deeper despite the pain she was feeling.
I sank in further, inch by inch, until I was fully seated inside her, her body gripping me so tight I saw stars for a second. There was a brief, give when her resistance broke and she whimpered my name, pain evident across her face.
“Orion—”
I froze for a moment, buried to the hilt, her pussy fluttering around my full length as blood and arousal mixed between us. She seemed to be easing into it.
“That’s it,” I soothed, stroking her hair. “Just like that.” I held myself still until her body relaxed around me, her moans gradually shifting from strained to needy. The ache in my chest didn’t let up until hers did, until the pain between us felt shared.
“You’re fucking breathtaking,” I praised, my voice hoarse, pulling back just to thrust in again, shallow and controlled at first.
“Look at how well you’re taking your husband’s cock for the first time.” Thrusting deeper. “You’re so brave, so fucking perfect.”
She started moving then, her hips lifting to meet me, her moans spilling out unchecked, each one laced with my name.
I lost myself in it, thrusting harder, deeper, the bed creaking under us.
“Yes,” I growled against her ear, the last of my restraint fraying. “Say it again. Say my name louder.”
She obeyed and moaned louder. I could swear the next wing heard her.
“Fuck. You’re mine, all mine. I’m so proud of you, opening up like this after waiting for so long.”
There was nothing perfect or clean about this moment, but it was real—breathless and overwhelming, her little gasps and moans cutting straight through whatever armor I had left.
Tiny winces turned into pleasure, whispers for more slipping from her lips as her body adjusted around me in slick, demanding slides that unmade me completely.
The room echoed with the slap of skin, her pussy slurping around my pistoning cock, her arousal dripping as I drove in relentlessly. It was six months of denial exploding in every brutal thrust.
The world blurred into nothing but her. I only felt her. The slick heat of her clenching, her body arched off the bed like she was breaking apart, and the salty tang of her tears when I kissed them away.
My mind blanked, every thought erased by the storm building in my core, her contractions pulling me into a current I couldn't fight.
I thrust harder, deeper, chasing the edge where pain and pleasure fused, breathing roughly into her ear, “I'm so proud of you… so proud. Taking me like this, giving me everything. You’re so fucking mine, Léa.”
My girl could never disappoint me, no matter how she tried to convince herself she did. I’d keep telling her how proud I was of her till she believed it.
Pride swelled in my chest, fiercely, but it was drowned out by the sheer intensity of her—her tightness gripping me, her trust allowing her to shatter so openly.
She trembled violently, her moans turning to gasps as the waves intensified. Her pussy fluttered and squeezed in endless, savage pulses that nearly unmanned me right there.
“You’re so beautiful, so fucking perfect, clenching like that.”
I watched her in awe, transfixed by the way her body seized, her back bowing off the bed, her tits bouncing with each movement.
“That’s it, Léa,” I whispered, reverence roughening my voice further. My thrusts turned erratic as her orgasm built.
“Orion... oh God, it hurts so good... don’t stop.”
Like I could.
Her thighs quivered around my hips, her nails dragging down my back, and I was gone.
Completely fucking lost.
Fuuuuuck.
I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. I could only feel her unraveling around my cock, her body demanding I follow. My balls tightened as the pressure coiled unbearably inside me. And when her climax peaked, she clenched around me so hard it was agonizing.
“Yes… that’s how you come for me,” I growled, barely recognizing my own voice. “You were made to drive me out of my mind.”
She screamed my name and I broke.
A feral groan tore from my throat as I buried myself to the hilt, spilling inside her, pulse after pulse syncing with her contractions. It was endless, as her walls kept rippling, drawing every drop from me until I was empty, and shaking, my vision spotting black at the edges.
If the door had flown open, if the whole damn world crashed in, I wouldn’t have known. Wouldn’t have cared. Nothing existed beyond her.
She had me—body, soul, all of it—lost in the pull of her orgasm.
We collapsed together, her soft whimpers fading into shaky breaths at my neck, my arms wrapped around her, unwilling to let her go.
In that moment, raw and exposed, I knew I was never going to be able to go back.
The man who had walked into this room didn’t exist anymore.
I was hers in a way that defied every law of nature, and no one else could ever hold the parts of me she’d just unearthed.
No one else would ever be allowed to try.
She hadn’t just occupied my heart; she had colonized my very soul.
And I had no control over it.
I was a man who lived and died by my own rules, and I’d just been rendered obsolete by a girl with a soft voice and a heart I didn’t deserve.