But then he pressed down on her. His cock, covered by his suit trousers, thick and erect, and frighteningly enormous nestled against her still purring center.
She stilled immediately. Like the touch of his mouth on her pussy, the touch of his cock bewildered her and fascinated her. She held her breath and absorbed the feel of his zipper strained against the hardness of his cock. She moved but not deliberately and then struggled to get her breath back when Silas pressed down even further into her. This time she felt his already huge cock harden and grow thicker between her legs, enough that he could hurt her if he entered her virgin flesh.
“You think I won’t take your virginity right this minute?”
“You’d have… to least like… me enough to do… that,” she stuttered, fighting to get away from under him. “So I think I’m safe.”
His zipper now brushed her clit and some part of her wanted him to abrade her with it. As if she wanted to feel that pain and yet innately knew it would bring her delirious pleasure. She didn’t know who she had become.
He bore his gaze down into hers. For a split second, she saw a real emotion behind his darkened green irises but that disappeared so quickly she instantly thought she had imagined it. When he looked at her now, she saw nothing but his ire. Her body didn’t care but her mind did. Silas Knight had already proven he could own her thoughts, not only just her body.
“I don’t have to like you to fuck you, Arabelle,” he grunted, wrath dripped from the expletive and poisoned her.
He reached between their bodies. Arabelle closed her eyes as he unbuckled his belt, and the sound of his zipper being dragged down thundered in her head.
She whimpered in fright and awe alike as he nudged her soaked folds with the extensively wide head of his cock. His touch that way paralyzed her willpower.
Her pussy parted for him but it wasn’t enough and he pushed down on her, forcing his entry into her unbearable tightness. The metal of his belt buckle would leave an imprint on her inner thigh. His nearness, his breath lingering on her jaw, his lips almost, just almost touching her, would leave an imprint on her soul. She would be ruined forever. She was already ruined forever. The moment Silas decided to purchase her as a bride, he tossed her destiny aside and created a new one for her.
Arabelle blinked away her tears as Silas stretched her. His entry, while painful, elicited more wetness. She moved around feverishly. Wanted him to stop and knowing if he did she would die.
“Silas.” His name echoed around her like a chant. But he wouldn’t even look at her. She wasn’t allowed to say his name. He growled at her then penetrated her more deeply, more forcefully. Why did he hate her so much?
She shuddered and goosebumps erupted all over her skin as he bundled the lacy fabric of her top and tore it off her chest to reveal her naked breasts.
In the short space of knowing him, she was familiar with the sounds he made when he was annoyed or angry and now he rumbled at her in anger that her breasts, fuller than average, had been bare under her top.
His large, tattooed hand, grasped her breast between his fingers, squeezing until her pearl-hardened nipple turned a lively shade of red. He lowered his head. Her nipple basked under the warmth of his mouth. She involuntarily arched her back, so blindingly hungry for him to take her peak between his lips. Except all she felt was the heaviness of his indrawn breath before he deserted her.
Her tears melded and she didn’t know if she was crying from the pain of her virginity being taken or sadness. It dripped down the sides of her face and she angrily tried to vanquish them but failed. For one tiny moment, his glance slid over her face, tracing her tears. That seemed to make him angrier at her somehow.
He released her wrists pinned above her head then glided his hand down to between their bodies. He parted her thighs even wider then slid all the way inside her in one complete motion.
Arabelle couldn’t restrain herself and a shout, hoarse and tear-stained escaped her lips. She flung her hand over her mouth, unsure what she was doing or trying to stop, and instantly knew she was lying to herself.
It was his name she silenced with the palm of her hand from spilling from her lips.
Agitation and apprehension that her previous concerns of him tearing her apart with the sheer size of his cock returned. She lay rigid beneath him, too afraid to move in case she fell apart, as if he were the only one holding her together in that moment of time.
Blood rushed hotly under her skin. The foreign thickness of his cock inside her overwhelmed her and stunned her. And still she had to bite down on the side of her palm when the only thing that could return her sanity was saying his name.
With his head bowed, his gaze off hers, Silas slipped out of her and then back inside her. Her breath rattled in the air around them. Her chest heaved and when he did look up it was to glance at her nipples, her lips, but not her eyes.
He continued to move in and out of her. Deep and firm, full and intoxicating. Her wetness coated his cock and every time he slipped in deeper he collected more.
He had stretched her to take his full length and she in turn had offered him her body to do as he pleased. She had drifted too far from the shore of her sanity and now nothing mattered except what Silas was doing to her.
She bit her lip, her knuckles drained of blood as she clutched onto the exquisite and expensive linen on his bed. Enveloping her body to his, Silas, drove into her as he reached down and his thumb slid over her clit.
She moaned and panted. Two more strokes and she exploded beneath him. The walls of her pussy quaked around his rock hardness and then spasmed all around him. Her climax was so strong, she hugged him to her, not letting him out, forcing him to override her body’s natural need to keep him inside her. He pulled out and pounded back into her.
Her orgasm seemed to gain traction and she couldn’t be sure if she came again or if it was one long beautiful torturous stream of heaven and hell.
She needed to touch him. She needed to say his name. But he put up that barrier between them and now she pursed her lips and held onto the covers instead as Silas’s cock seemed to expand and harden even more inside her before he showered her with his cum.
“Fuck,” he rasped.
Ribbons of heat layered inside her as she milked him, an instinctive thing rather than a seductress move.