Page 76 of Betrothed in Fury
I bend to his request, forcing myself deeper, and he rears his head back, screaming. “Fuck, damn, fucker.”
His words only make me that much harder, which can’t be making taking me any easier. I place my hand back on his throat. “Now you’re gonna kiss me again, Logan. And just keep in mind, the more you bite, the more I can make this hurt.”
He cringes as he continues steadily taking me, and I give a quick test with a kiss, ready to pull away if he tries to bite me again. He doesn’t fight me this time, though. He’s also not too willing either, which prompts me to tell him, “Kiss me back…or else.”
He hesitates, but only for a moment before hastily moving to my lips, offering me the sort of kiss I so desperately want. His tongue greets mine as I continue gaining inches inside him.
I want him to submit, but I’m enjoying taking him just as much.
Soon his kisses are greedy for my mouth, without restraint or apprehension, surely because of the way my cock is pushing against that tender spot, giving him what he’s really needed this whole time.
“I can make you feel so good, Log,” I assure him between kisses. “This beast inside you that craves these twisted things…my monster can give it exactly what it wants.”
With that, I push in another inch, and he arches his back, his lips pulling away as he calls out, but this time he doesn’t sound pained, his moan full of satisfaction, before he turns to me with a blissed-out expression.
I offer another forceful thrust, then another and another, taking what’s mine now. When I kiss him again, he surrenders to it completely, his ass opening up for me even more.
“Take it,” he says into my mouth. “Take it…it’s yours.”
I put his ass through it, proving myself to him through my drilling as I keep climbing, my body needing release from the night I’ve had.
“Harder,” he begs.
Sweat drizzles from my bangs onto his forehead as I serve his ass, the urgency in my pelvis pulling me toward the edge so fast. “You want to be stained with me again? Want me to ruin this hole?”
I’m waiting for an objection, for him to say no or don’t, the way he might’ve before, but instead he says, “Ruin me.”
It’s like he knew the words I needed to hear because the pressure mounts too quickly and my body forces me through a series of powerful thrusts. His ass clenches up, maybe some last-ditch attempt from his body to stop me from my quest, maybe to make it that much more pleasurable. Whatever his reasons, it only serves the latter. One more powerful push has my pelvis locked against his ass as I fill him up, as if my body wants to get my cum as far into him as I can manage, paint every inch inside him.
“Take me,” I tell him, pulling out so I can ram him once more.
He whimpers, his face tightening up along with his ass, and I glance down to see his load shoot across his happy trail, making a path up to his abs, just above his navel.
Pride swells in my chest—from giving him what he wants, from taking what’s mine, from knowing I got him off. I don’t chance releasing his wrists, instead lowering myself down, pushing my weight against him as I remain buried inside his hole. His cum wedges between us, sliding across my belly.“That’s right,” I tell him. “Mark your territory while I mark mine.”
He stares at the ceiling, his cheeks pink from the workout, his gaze far off as he catches his breath. His expression, the way his body trembles beneath me, he seems the way he might if I’d truly taken him against his will. That shouldn’t satisfy me, but between what we shared in my basement and what we’ve just done together, I feel as though, if someone were to snipe me this moment, it would be the perfect time because all I would know before my death is pure, unadulterated peace.
Inspired, I lick up his cheek, and he turns to me, blinking, then gulping.
“Killian,” he says before taking the sort of breaths I’d expect from him after an intense workout.
“Yes, wifey?”
“The reason I’ve been struggling the past few days is because of those things you told me. And it is a lot, and I don’t know that I’m okay with any of it. There are things I imagined my future could hold, beautiful things I’m having to come to terms with losing, and it feels like grief. I always thought I’d find a great love, and maybe that’s a childish fantasy, but it was something I wanted to be different for me than what my parents had. But now here we are, and I’m having to sacrifice even more of my dreams…”
My dick swells again within him, and he says, “Does that arouse you?”
I don’t reply because he already has his answer.
“You said you wanted me to be a clipped falcon, and maybe I shouldn’t have been so affected by that because the truth is, my wings have never worked to begin with. This relationship, though, I do trust you’ll keep us safe. And I can accept respect and appreciation in lieu of all the other stuff I wanted…those things I hoped for.”
He looked happy throughout our fuck, but that’s gone, this sorrow to him now, making me wish I could reach into my chest and tear out my heart.
“It’s a difficult victory to accept,” I admit. “If I could tame this monster in me to let you have the things you desire, to permit you to find someone who could sate these desires in you, I would, but I know myself and I know better. People would get hurt.”
“I believe you.”
“But you’re willing to marry a monster?”
