I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. My heart hammered against my ribs, a mix of apprehension and raw desire.
His hands, surprisingly gentle at first, worked at the fastenings of my clothes. Fabric slithered away, pooling at my feet until I stood bare before him. But the tenderness shattered in an instant. His hand clamped down hard on my breast, fingers digging into the soft flesh, squeezing possessively. A gasp tore from my throat, half pain, half sharp, undeniable pleasure.
Before I could recover, his head dipped, hot mouth latching onto my nipple, sucking fiercely, tongue rasping against the sensitive peak. While his mouth plundered one breast, his other hand slid down my belly, a deliberate, heated trail, fingers delving straight between my legs to press against my slick, needy folds.
I shut my eyes tight. Forget gentle touches. His fingers jammed inside me, fucking me fast and rough. He kept thrusting like that, pulling my own wetness out with every push, soaking his hand in my slick. I gasped out loud.
“Ah- Gods, what are you doing?!”
“Stay still.” His voice was raw with desire, the command leaving no room for argument.
He guided me back onto the bed then, his movements purposeful. Settling between my legs, he nudged them wider with firm pressure until I lay completely open beneath him. He lowered his head, pausing just above the juncture of my thighs. I could smell the heat radiating off him, feel the ghost of his warm breath teasing my most sensitive skin, a prelude to his intention.
Panic fluttered in my chest as I realized his intention. I’d read about this in Barbara’s book–how the heroine had described the sensation of a man’s mouth between her thighs. At the time, I’d found it shocking, almost unbelievable.
“No, you don’t…” I began to protest, but the words dissolved into a gasp as his tongue found the most sensitive part of me.
“This is something I have always wanted to do,” he murmured against my skin, the vibration of his voice adding to the overwhelming sensation.
His mouth found me, and the heat of his tongue was immediate, shocking. He licked directly onto my clit, a focused, almost rough attention that made my soaked core clench and pulse. Wave after wave of raw pleasure radiated outwards. I couldn’t stop myself from raising my legs higher, shamelessly exposing more of myself to him. His tongue didn’t just lick the surface; it pushed, probing urgently at my opening, trying to work its way inside with determined, slurping sounds.
When this fascinating sensation crashed over me, I couldn’t contain the cry that tore from my throat. “Kaius!”
“Let it out,” he encouraged, his hands gripping my tits as waves of pleasure left me trembling.
Before I could recover, he stood and moved up my body, his clothes now gone, For the first time, I saw him fully naked–all hard muscle and tanned skin. Barbara’s descriptions paled in comparison to the reality of his powerful form.
“Fuck,” he rasped, his eyes locked on the slick heat between my thighs, “Your cunt is so fucking beautiful. Let me fuck you. Now.”
Before I could answer, his hands clamped onto my waist, pulling me flush against him. The thick, burning head of his cock pressed insistently against my entrance, perfectly positioned. In that instant, a fierce, desperate need surged through me; I wanted him inside me, wanted him to claim me immediately.
Any readiness my wetness might have offered was irrelevant. The moment his blunt head forced its way past my threshold, the intense pleasure I’d been anticipating curdled into pain.
His size was staggering, abnormal, stretching me so forcefully that my desire evaporated on a sharp gasp. Pain bloomed where arousal had been moments before. My hips jerked instinctively, trying to shy away from the invasion, but he ignored my silent plea completely. Holding me fast, he started fucking me–a relentless, almost punishing rhythm that ground deeper with each jarring
thrust.
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“Stay still, he ordered, his voice strained.
“Kaius, it hurts…I…”
He cut me off, not with words, but with action.
Ignoring my choked plea, he didn’t slow, didn’t soften. He just kept fucking me, driving into me with that same overwhelming force, again and again. It felt like hundreds of relentless thrusts, each one retching me past my limit. The sharp agony didn’t fully recede, a constant reminder of his unnatural size, but beneath it, a dark, insidious heat began to bloom. My treacherous body started responding to the merciless friction, arousal coiling tight even through the pain. Against my will, my hips began to lift, tilting almost imperceptibly at first, then undeniably rocking back to meet his powerful strokes, a desperate, unconscious undulation. A small, breathless sound slipped past my lips – not quite a protest, not fully pleasure, caught somewhere miserably in
between.
He leaned close, his breath hot against my ear, his voice a low, dominating growl. “Remember our agreement. You will satisfy my needs, whenever I demand it, wherever I choose, and however fucking rough I want to be. Don’t forget your place. Each final word seemed punctuated by another deep, bruising thrust.
When release came this time, it tore through me with such intensity that my vision darkened at the edges. I felt Kaius follow moments later, his body tensing above mine before letting out a deep, primal groan. He rolled to the side, bringing me with him.
I slumped into his arms, totally spent.
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