“Christ, you’re an innocent little angel, aren’t you, Peaches?”
The buildup has been too much for me. I fall, but Anton catches me. Then I’m in his arms and being carried over to the bed.
He lays me down beneath him and strips out of his clothes in an instant. I see his body, bare like a warrior’s. My expectations fulfilled, I see the tattoos, the scars, the cuts in his muscles – a physique honed by a life of combat and strife.
With the fierceness of a beast, he tears my dress down the middle. My breasts spill out, and I am laid bare beneath him. The chill in his eyes disappears, instantly replaced by a hunger I have never seen. I would be embarrassed if I wasn’t so distracted by just how impossibly sexy he is.
“Good lord, Peaches,” he growls, snatching my thighs with both hands. “Look at your tight little pussy. You shave too. I thought you have no man?”
“I don’t,” I reply quickly. “I-I just do it.”
Anton licks his bottom lip, and I trace the lines of his muscles with my eyes, down to the v-taper of his muscled abs that vanishes into the elastic band of his briefs, hiding the one thing I both want to see most yet am simultaneously terrified of.
“I know you are a virgin, my wife,” he says slowly. “And I must be gentle with you. But I don’t know if I can. I want to fuck you, Mia. I want to fuck you so hard…”
“So do it,” I whimper, my body writhing uncontrollably beneath him. “Do what you want with me.”
“Fuck!” Anton snarls, smashing his body down on top of me. He kisses me fiercely, dragging his teeth across the skin of my neck as though he wants to bite me. His warm breath in my ear causes me to shudder, and I throw my arms around his thick shoulders and cry out as my core goes tight and heat floods between my legs. Arousal overtakes me. I feel protected—protected by the man who blackmailed me and kidnapped me and forced me to be here with him.
His strong hands spread my legs until they can go no further, then one of them explores inward. When he touches me, my breath escapes my lungs, and I realize my arousal was even greater than I thought.
“Mmmm, my little girl is nice and wet,” Anton muses into my ear. “Your little virgin pussy is begging to be filled, Peaches.”
Oh, God. I can’t even process this. Even as I’m doing my best to think, Anton pulls my panties aside and pushes two fingers inside me. A deep, shooting sensation fills me, and I cry out. His lips press against my neck, just beneath my ear, and he rubs me in the perfect spot to make me go crazy.
“Anton…”
His two fingers curl and explore a sensitive bundle inside of me that has never been touched before. My entire body begins to arch off the bed, but Anton pushes me back down again with his. I’m panting as he coaxes me with his touch, back and forth, round and round like an artist, his canvas my body. His lips move across my jawline and find mine, and as he kisses me, the sweet golden warmth of my climax rocks me, and I cry out.
“Anton!”
Sweet, decadent, joyful bliss drenches me like a golden rain. He stops moving his fingers and leaves them right where they are with the right amount of pressure and just kisses me, silencing my cries with his lips.
Yes, yes…oh yes…
His dominance is unparalleled. He controls everything about me, even the volume of my cries.
My feet curl, straining, almost to the point of cramping, and the muscles in my back begin to bunch. I clench the bed sheets and feel my eyes roll back in my head. Finally, as I start to come down, I manage to come to my senses and see Anton looking down at me almost as though he’s amused. I squeak his name. “Anton!”
“You’re adorable when you come, Peaches,” he says, withdrawing his fingers and causing me to gasp at the loss.
“Stop it,” I whimper.
“Sweet thing. I’ve only just begun.”
The reveal is almost too much for me to handle. As Anton sits back on his heels and tugs down the band of his briefs, his cock springs out like something only a Greek god should possess. Strong, thick and long—oh, so long, it stands out straight as an arrow, with a long vein running up the center to the swollen tip.
“This is more than a virgin should be forced to take,” he tells me. “But it is what I have to give you, so you will take it. Understand?”
All I can do is nod and swallow hard. “I-I don’t know if it will fit, Anton…”
“You and I fit together, Mia,” he says as he lowers himself on top of me. “And my nine inches will fit inside if you to make it official.”
“N-nine inches?” I stammer as he presses the tip against my womanhood. I feel the start to the spread, and my breath catches in my chest.
“And every one of them for you.”
My lust fogs my mind, pressing down on me like a weighted blanket as Anton slowly drives his cock inside of me. I feel the moment—the moment when he makes me a woman—and experience an awakening that both shocks and amazes me. In my wildest fantasies, I never could have imagined this.