He loomed over me, fully clothed while I was totally naked and bound beneath him—like a virgin sacrifice to a jealous god. He stroked his hand down my side, caressing the curve of my body. Rough callouses lightly scraped my skin, making my nerves jump and dance for him.
“So beautiful,” he rumbled, his fingertips trailing between my thighs to swirl in the slick arousal that painted them. “And so wet for me. Let’s find out how good you taste, kitten.”
I flushed all the way down my chest. Surely, he wouldn’t…
I couldn’t hold back a soft cry when he pressed a firm kiss to my clit. He licked the line of my slit, and his low groan vibrated into my core. Through the wash of pleasure, that small sense of power pulsed in my chest once again. He liked the way I tasted. He liked kissing my sex, even though I never would’ve imagined that powerful, arrogant Luca would ever pleasure a woman this way.
Even in my most secret fantasies in the years I’d harbored a crush on him, I’d never envisioned him as the type of man toenjoy this particularly hedonistic act. I’d always thought there would be something slightly subservient about a man going down on me, but there was no trace of submission in Luca’s glinting eyes. He wanted to do this to me, and he would take every ounce of pleasure that he could wring from me.
I was no longer confident that I held any power over him at all. The heat in his gaze and the hungry strokes of his tongue told me that he was finding pleasure in my body, but I had no control over that. His thick fingers clamped my thighs, spreading me wide so that he could feast on me in the way he wanted. I tugged against the cuffs, an involuntary reaction; for an insane moment, I wanted to twine my fingers in his short sable hair and pull him closer.
He growled and nipped at my inner thigh in reprimand for my struggles. I stilled on a gasp, quivering in his bite.
Pleased at my surrender, he licked the imprint his teeth had left in my skin, and sparks danced along my clit in response. His dark stubble rasped over my thighs, a tingling burn that warmed my heated core. He licked at the fresh wash of arousal on my sex, groaning his satisfaction at my responsiveness.
His attention returned to my clit, teasing and tormenting me with his mouth as he slid one finger into my tight channel. I gripped him hard, my inner muscles drawing him in deeper. I’d never been penetrated before—not even by my own fingers—and there was a slight burn that accompanied the ripples of pleasure.
He found a secret spot at the front of my inner walls and crooked his fingertip against it. Bliss burst through my sex, rolling up from my core to flood my entire being. His low, satisfied chuckle rumbled over my clit, and I cried out, arching into him.
I no longer worried about the power he held over me. I no longer feared his touch. All I could do was brace for the waves of pleasure that crashed through me as he caressed that spot insideme and tongued my clit. He eased a second finger into my sex, and there was no pain at the stretch to accommodate him this time; I was too swept up in ecstasy to feel any discomfort.
He continued to stroke me through the orgasm until my thighs shook and my breaths came in gasps. I’d never experienced a release so intense, and the shock of it blanked my mind for a few blissful minutes.
While I languished in residual pleasure, he carefully withdrew from me and stood. I stared up at him as he quickly stripped off his clothes, revealing his powerful body that I’d secretly wished to see so many times. Muscles rippled as he moved, corded arms flexing and abs tightening. His chest might’ve been carved by a master sculptor. He was even more breathtaking than I’d imagined.
He grabbed something from the nightstand drawer and turned to face me. My lips were parted on shallow, panting breaths as I simply stared. I’d never seen a man’s cock before. Luca’s was thick and long, surely too big to fit inside me. He fisted the hard length and sheathed himself in a condom. I licked my lips, watching him with growing apprehension. He would try to thrust into me, and it would hurt.
He settled his body atop mine, a weight that should’ve felt suffocating but was oddly comforting in the wake of my intense orgasm. I liked the reassuring feel of his bare skin on mine, the caress of his hand on my cheek. He looked deep into my eyes, studying my soul. I tried to hide myself from him, but my hands jerked uselessly at the cuffs, and I couldn’t seem to tear my gaze from his steady caramel stare.
He petted my hair, the sensation sweet and soothing, despite my mounting anxiety. His cock pressed against my entrance, and I tensed as fear coiled all my muscles tight. I didn’t want the pain that was to come. His fingers had stretched me, but surely it would be impossible for me to accommodate his size.
“You can take me,” he coaxed, the edge of a growl roughening his gentle tone. “Let me in, kitten.”
“I can’t,” I whispered, barely holding back the tears that stung the corners of my eyes. It was all too much;hewas too much. He overwhelmed me completely, and I clung to my will by a thread.
“Yes, you can.” He stroked my hair again, and his thumb traced the line of my cheekbone as though he was memorizing the contours of my face. As though he cared about me. “Be a good girl and relax for me.”
I noted the hard set of his jaw, the flash of determination in his dark eyes. He would take my innocence tonight: our wedding night. My new husband wouldn’t allow me to remain a virgin.
I didn’t want it to hurt. I couldn’t bear it if I fought him and inevitably lost. He’d promised me bliss, and I would take what he offered. I wouldn’t spend my life resisting him only to be irreparably broken in the end. He was my husband, the only man I would ever sleep with. If he was going to take ownership of my body, I could at least take something from him in return: my own pleasure.
“That’s it,” he praised as my body softened beneath his. He trailed his fingers through my hair, continuing to soothe me as he began to press inside me. “Such a sweet little kitten.”
I shuddered, the tone of his voice reaching into my core like a rumbling sensation. Heat bloomed between my legs, even as my tight channel struggled to stretch for him. A sharp twinge of pain set my teeth on edge, and he stilled at my soft whimper. I bit my lip to hold in further sounds of distress and squeezed my eyes shut.
His hand cupped my cheek, his thumb hooking beneath my jaw to tip my head back. “Look at me.”
I couldn’t seem to resist that deep command. My eyes fluttered open, and I was locked in his intense stare once again.
“I’ve got you,” he promised. “You’re doing so well.”
Confusion muddled my mind. He was being so tender with me, but he was hurting me. The praise did something funny to my insides, turning them molten. As he continued to pet me, I released a long, shaky sigh, and my body relaxed around the hard intrusion of his cock.
“Good girl.” He said the words through gritted teeth, strain tightening his jaw. He was holding himself back for me, giving me time to adjust to the penetration. He truly did want me to enjoy this.
But there was too much discomfort to feel pleasure, a becoming more unbearable with every thick inch that entered me. I whined and squirmed beneath him, but there was nowhere for me to go.
He shushed me gently and lowered his mouth to mine, capturing my lips. The kiss was an encouragement, urging me to trust in him. His hand left my face, skimming down my throat to toy with my breasts. He rolled my nipples between his clever fingers, lighting up my body with the dark pleasure he’d shown me before. Hot lines of lust zinged from my tight buds to my sex, and my inner muscles relaxed slightly.