Page 23 of Vows of Blood
I start taking my pants off. “We’re just getting started,” I tell her. I’m so hard right now that I can barely stand it. When I release my cock, her eyes widen and her knees close slightly. I pull them apart. “I won’t warn you again.”
I position myself between her legs. The head of my dick presses against the entrance to her love and her thighs shiver again. “We’ll start slow,” I say. “Once I’m inside you, I’m not going to stop until you come.”
“What if I don’t? I’ve heard that it hurts.”
“It will,” I tell her, “but trust me when I tell you that I’m going to try very hard to make sure you get as much out of this as I will.”
I don’t know what’s come over me. This was supposed to be a simple, clinical thing. Now all I can think about is seeing her at the moment she implodes for the first time. I don’t know what perversion this is that’s taken over me, but the look of fear in her eyes shifting to excitement is compelling.
I push myself inside her. She grimaces, then gasps, and then, “Fuck.”
Her walls squeeze around my dick like a vise grip and before I can stop myself, a moan escapes my lips. She feels so fucking good and it’s been so long…
Her eyes start to roll up as her moans get huskier. I feel her hands on my back, her nails digging in…
Her mouth is moist and wanton, begging for me to taste it. My heart is pounding in my ears. I want to kiss her… devour her…
My senses are crashing all around me. Her smell, the feel of this tight pussy around my cock… I’m losing the plot fast.
I lift myself up and off her and grab her thighs, pushing them to one side. “On your knees.”
She obeys me, turning over and getting on her hands and knees. I press my hand into her back, pushing her down to the mattress. Her back arches, revealing her pretty pussy to me. It’s tinged slightly red with blood, sparkling pink against her skin, but somehow, it’s still a beautiful sight to behold. I take her from behind, holding her hips as I thrust in long, hard strokes.
I’m so deep inside her now that I feel like I could explode at any moment. “Alexei,” she moans. “W–Wait, wait.”
I slow down and her thighs start to shake again. She’s close. How frightening for someone who’s never had an orgasm. I squeeze her ass and say, “You’re doing so good, baby. You can go a little longer.”
“I feel like… I feel like I’m going… fall apart.”
“I’ve got you. You can let go in my hands, Isabella.”
I give her a hard thrust and her toes curl. She whimpers and I say, “I know, baby. You’re taking this dick so well. I’ll hold you together.”
She’s biting the pillow, her muffled moans high and wild. I can feel her pussy start to flex around my cock. “Let it go, Isabella. Don’t be scared. I’ve got you.”
I fuck her harder, faster. The sound of my hips hitting the back of her thighs fills the room. “Come on, baby,” I moan through clenched teeth. If she doesn’t come soon, I’m going to beat her to it.
A desperate moan comes out of her as she tightens around my dick, her thighs shivering and her back arching as she grips the pillow. A stream of unintelligible words follows her moans, half swears, half marred versions of my name.
I lean into her, kissing the back of her neck as my own climax takes hold. I explode inside her, and it’s like a volcano. I bury my face in her hair in an effort to keep myself together.
My body gives up an orgasm so strong that I see stars before my eyes for a few seconds. When it’s finally done, I roll off her and lie on my back, letting the warm afterglow wash over me.
“Oh, my God,” she says, panting. “Alexei…”
As the moments pass, realization hits me. I didn’t have to take it that far. All I needed to do was have sex with her. I wasn’t supposed toenjoyit. At least not this much. Just lying here, I find myself wanting her again. I can see myself fucking her well into the morning.
I get up and walk to the bathroom without a word to her. I close the door and lean over the sink, trying to push the thoughtsaway. I need to get back to myself. I cannot lust after this woman. That was never the plan.
I start a shower and make sure the water is nice and cool before I get in.
It’searly and she’s still asleep… which is good. Sharing a bed with her is unavoidable, though I did debate sleeping on the couch last night. I decided against it. This was my home before she came here. I’m not about to avoid sleeping in my own bed.
The post-nut clarity is much harsher now in the orange light of the morning. She went right to sleep after we had sex and is still asleep now. I wonder how I’ll avoid her throughout the day.
The first thought I have after I’ve left the penthouse is that I need to figure something else out. My duty has been fulfilled. We never have to do that again for the duration of the time that we’re stuck in this marriage.
And yet, last night has been all I can think about this morning. Maybe I can turn my study into another bedroom, have her sleep there from now on.
