“Don’t,” said Eric.
She looked up at him, her smile fading completely. His voice had been thick and harsh. Had she done something wrong? Why was he behaving so strangely?
Eric cleared his throat, but didn’t apologize even though he realized he had scared her a bit. It wasn’t in his nature to apologize. He crossed the room and stopped right in front of her. Her long, blonde hair fell over her shoulders and breasts, and her big, blue eyes were watching him carefully. Those plump lips, that white, almost translucent skin, those long legs ending in cute, tiny toes… His Lily was perfect. “If this fails,” he thought. “If I fail…” No matter how much he was trying to convince himself that he and Arthur Harington stood a chance in convincing the Council, his fear of losing her like he had lost his other brides was too strong. In fact, it wasn’t fear. It was terror.
Delyse reached out a hand, although she wasn’t sure if she was trying to touch his arm, his thigh, or simply let it float in the air, between them.
“Eric? What’s wrong?”
Her voice. Her tiny hand reaching out to him. Eric squeezed his hands into fists at his sides. “I can’t lose her,” he thought. Instead, he said: “I need you.”
Delyse was taken aback, and before she had time to process what he had just said and figure out what had made him say it, he was all over her. His firm hands were on her face, cupping her cheeks, then the back of her head while he kissed her possessively. She moaned and opened her mouth to tell him to take it easy, but instead ended up with his demanding tongue shoved down her throat. She closed her eyes and let him press her on the mattress as he climbed on top of her.
Eric sucked on her tongue, explored her mouth hungrily, and tasted as much of her as he could. She was delicious. When she tried to touch his chest, he pinned her arms above her head and held her wrists with one hand while he used the other to rip her white, silk nightgown off her body. Her breasts popped free, the perky nipples already hard. He pulled and munched on her lower lip until she started whimpering, then he broke the kiss and looked down at her naked body.
“Eric,” she whispered. Finally, she could speak, but it was hard to catch her breath and find her voice. “What’s got into you?”
He didn’t answer. He growled low in his throat, then squeezed her right breast into his hand and dived down to suck her nipple.
Delyse bit her lower lip and threw her head back. He was being rough and firm, and although he had been pretty straightforward the day before, this time she could feel there was something more to his actions. He sucked on her breast for a while, making her clit throb with need, and her sore pussy become soaked. Her wrists hurt where he held them, and his heavy body was crushing her legs. She let out a breath of relief when he let go of her wrists and moved down her body, his lips and tongue immediately finding her hard nub as his strong hands pushed her legs apart.
“Oh!” She closed her eyes and held on the crumpled sheets. “Eric…”
His hands moved to the back of her knees and he pushed her thighs and hips up so he’d have better access. His tongue trailed from her clit to her entrance, pushed in as far as it went, then went back to her clit. The way she whimpered and trembled drove him insane. He licked the juices off her folds, sucked each of them between his lips, then attacked her hard nub with quick strokes.
“So close…” she whispered.
Her back arched as she came, and she released a long scream which was sure to alert everyone in the palace. Eric licked her until her orgasm was at its peak, then moved up her body with incredible speed and pushed his cock inside her. Hard. Fast. Without thinking twice. Delyse snapped her eyes open and screamed again, this time in pain. Her palms flew to his chest, but instead of pressing and touching the perfect muscles, she tried to push him away.
“Too big,” she moaned. “And I’m so sore… Wait.”
Eric looked down at her and stopped moving his hips. He was completely buried in her tight passage, and it was almost impossible for him to stop. Her walls squeezed him so nicely, her pussy was so slick and ready… It took all his self-control to wait until she adjusted to his girth.
Delyse stared into his golden eyes and relaxed little by little. She wrapped her legs around his hips and clenched her pussy walls tentatively. The pain was still there, but she knew it would go away, eventually. All she had to do was relax and trust him. But how could she trust this silent, broody man who had barely talked to her since they met and he marked her wrist with his breath of fire? She pushed these thoughts at the back of her mind and nodded, not trusting her voice to speak without giving away the pain she was in.
Eric could feel her body was still tense in his arms. For a second, he felt guilty for having taken her so roughly, then he pulled out until only the engorged head of his cock was in and buried himself again, and all trace of guilt flew out the window. One hand went to cradle her head, while the other grabbed her hip and kept her steady as he fucked her hard and fast. He kept his eyes on her face, drinking in the sight of her parted lips, her flushed cheeks, the way she furrowed her brows when he hit a particular spot inside her.
“I need you,” he said again.
It wasn’t a whisper and it wasn’t a plea. It was a fact, and he wanted her to understand it. He wanted her to see what she had done to him, what she was still doing to him, and he wanted her to know she was in over her head. There was no turning back.
“You have me,” she reassured him, looking him straight in the eyes. “I’m yours.”
He grunted and slammed his hips hard against hers, pushing her farther up the mattress.
“Say that again,” he demanded.
“I’m yours.”
His fingers left red marks on her skin as he gripped her hip tighter. He was close, so close… Her body was shaking under him, and when he felt her thighs and legs tense around him, he buried his cock deeper inside her pussy, making sure to hit that sensitive spot.
Delyse screamed and came, struggling to keep her eyes locked onto his as her walls clenched around his rod and the intensity of the orgasm made her vision blurry. A second later, she felt his hot seed coat her pussy. He merely grunted as he finished inside her, his movements losing the rhythm and becoming jerky. He filled her to the brim, all the while thrusting lazily, as if he was taking his time to give her all he had.
She let out a long, heavy sigh as she came down from her height and her body relaxed completely. She felt like a rag doll in Eric’s hands, under his massive body. Now, her body truly hurt. She had been sore before, but now she was burning all over, including inside her pussy, where Eric’s long, thick cock was still nestled comfortably. It seemed like he had no intention of pulling out, and right now Delyse really wanted him to pull out. She was sure her clit, her folds, and her entrance were red from his rough ministrations. She pushed against his chest weakly, and sighed when he didn’t budge.
“Eric… I… I’m tired.”
Studying her face, he knew she wasn’t lying. She looked more than tired, sh