Page 204 of The Unwilling Bride
A groan swells her throat when I thrust inside her again. No sound emerges from her, but I feel the vibrations in my palm.
And that…feeling of being in total control of her breath. Her voice. Her. It sends lust shooting through my veins. Lust coalesces at the base of my spine. My dick seems to grow impossibly hard.
The need for her crowds out every other thought in my mind.
"I need to fuck you hard," I growl.
She shudders. And when she jerks her chin, I take that as assent.
I pry her hand off my wrist and curl her fingers around the headboard. Then do the same with her other arm.
"Hold on."
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That’s the only warning I get. The next second, he punches into me with enough force that my entire body jolts.
He’s holding me down by my throat, so I don’t slide up. But I feel his thrust down to the tips of my toes and the roots of my hair. And oh my God, it feels like I’m being subsumed by him. Controlled by him. My body at his mercy. My breath is his to command.
I am so turned on. Moisture pools between my thighs. I tighten my inner muscles, and a shudder rolls up his massive body.
He grits his teeth as if he’s in pain. But the cerulean gleam in his eyes shows how turned on he is. He propels his hips forward again, sinking all the way inside me. His balls slap against my inner thighs.
I try to cry out, but he has his fingers around my throat. All I can manage is a soundless moan.
“Take it, baby. Take everything I give you. Take it like a good girl.”
He pulls out and slams right back in.
The bed creaks. The headboard slams against the wall. I dig my heelsinto his back and feel his muscles coil under his skin. The heat pouring off his body thrums off my chest. Sweat breaks out on my forehead, mirroring the beads of moisture that dot his beautiful shoulders.
His biceps bunch. His shoulders curl in on themselves. His stomach hollows out as he thrusts into me over and over again.
And the whole time, his eyes don’t leave mine. I’m transfixed. Being worked over by him. Wanting to participate more, but unable to do more than hold on as he tears into my pussy. Moisture trails from the corners of my eyes. The feeling of being pinned down by him in every way so intense, I’m sure my soul has fractured inside.
He tightens his hold around my neck, cutting off the oxygen supply further. My lungs begin to burn. A sheen of sweat gathers along my body. He watches me closely, his blue eyes burning into mine. I should be scared, but all it does is deepen this feeling of being owned by him.
The blood thunders in my ears. The sight of him drowns out the room. The world outside.
Everything recedes, but for the throbbing of his cock inside me, of his hip bones digging into my thighs, and this feel of him over me, above me, all around me. Oh. God.
He pulls out, rises up on his knees slightly and stays poised at my entrance. When he pistons his hips forward and impales me, my pussy stretches around his cock. A burning sensation of accommodating him, of being filled up by him, shimmers up my spine.
He slips his hand between us and rubs my clit.
The orgasm surges up like a wildfire racing across dry brush.
That’s when he releases his hold on my throat. Air slams into my lungs, sharp and desperate, feeding the inferno already consuming me. It spreads fast, bright and merciless, unstoppable in its force.
I shatter beneath it, coming so hard, the world fractures into sparks behind my eyes.
He follows me, filling me up with his cum when he orgasms with a guttural cry. He holds himself up, staring into my eyes for a few seconds more, before lowering his forehead to mine.
His heart thunders against mine; the pulse at his throat married in rhythm with mine. His sweat drips onto my temples, merging with mine. It feels like we’re well and truly married.
"Fuck," he groans against my mouth. "You take my breath away."
