I shudder and reach for my nipples, giving them a hard tug. Hark takes that moment to bury deeper inside me and the moment he breaks through my virginity my world catches fire and burns to smoldering ash and embers.
He slides farther in this time not stopping until he is balls deep inside the king’s daughter. The woman he swears will be the end of him.
But what about me? My life is over as I know it because I slept with the villain.
But this is only the beginning.
“It hurts. Fuck, Hark, it hurts so much. You’re too big. Too big.” I tense beneath him.
Hark groans. “Take it. Take that pain and channel it. Wrap those arms around me and show me how much it hurts, Asena. Give me what I want.” He rocks his hips and I’m flying into action, doing as he commands.
I gasp as he surges into me. Powerful. Possessive. Demanding.
“Hark.” Oh, God I think he’s broken me. Nails bite into flesh. I feel the pebbles of blood form beneath my nails. The rippling and contouring muscles. My eyes go wide. Reaching for my hand, he takes the tips of them and smears them over his hard pecs.
“Now we are even, my dirty princess. I’ve made you bleed and now I bleed for you.”
I shiver at the claiming tone of his words.
He stills. “Scared little girl? I told you. I’m not like the weak little boy toys you play with.”
I hide an impish grin threatening to spread over my lips. He’s talking about my classmates. And he’s not wrong. They are weak and the only tools to make him jealous.
“I don’t fuck scared girls. Go. You’ve had your fun.”
He starts to pull out and leave the bed.
Oh no you don’t!
My heart lurches with panic. “Wait,” I blurt out. I wrap my legs around his waist and take his face in my palms. “You’ve misread me entirely, you arrogant bastard!” I steal a kiss and savor the taste of my lingering juices on his lips. “I want more. Or are you too much of a pussy to take the king’s daughter?”
Danger glitters in those dark eyes. Did I go too far?
Fingers tighten in my hair and wrench my head to the side. Blunt teeth rake over the sensitive flesh of my neck before biting into the tenderness of my earlobe. Pain shoots through me and my walls struggle to accommodate his large size. Tension crackles through the atmosphere. It’s all I can do to breathe through the pain and channel it until the tiny white dots floating in my vision fade.
With his mouth next to my ear he growls, “Beg me for my cock.”
“Hark, please.”
“Please what?”
“Give me your cock. Please. Oh, God, I need you.” My lips part and I am panting heavily. It’s not easy dragging air into my lungs when I’m holding my breath trying to fight the otherworldly amount of adrenaline coursing through me.
Using his other hand, he clamps fingers around my throat as he rises over me and takes full control. At that moment an invisible force I felt all those nights ago upon meeting him for the first time sings to life and fuses as he drags out of me. Holding my gaze he sinks back in and it’s undeniable. I belong to the monster.
Strong fingers grip the heavy mounds of my breasts. Little by little he tightens his hold on them until the tips swell and throb. His lips clamp over a nipple and he uses his teeth to tug at the bar. He times the movement with every thrust, driving me completely insane.
Grunts of hunger and need swirl around us. I rake my nails down his back and together we ride the wave of pure need tying us together.
His hips move with a feverish intensity, bordering on painful. My virgin channel swells around him making every sensation twice as powerful.
My hands move from his back to slide into his hair. Every muscle in his body coils and shifts with his powerful thrusts that build the heat inside me.
“Kiss me,” I demand and he doesn’t leave me wanting.
If him claiming my body is life-changing then the way he steals my breath away shatters worlds. Slanting his mouth over mine, the years of hunger and denial come rushing back. Possessive, hard, and claiming. He takes my mouth, slips his tongue inside, and consumes me from the inside out. Every exhale of breath is his.
As swiftly as he gave, he takes away. He pushes to his knees and watches my body swallow him deeper and deeper. The burning heat of his gaze moves up my body. He feels the connection too. I know he does.