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I seal my mouth over her clit and suck hard.

Not tender, not gentle.

Relentless.

Her whole body arches up off the bed, her fingers digging into the covers like she's trying to anchor herself to the earth. She's never been touched like this before, never been undone by a man who knows exactly how towrecka woman.

I flick my tongue over her swollen clit, again and again, punishing her with pleasure until her legs quake and her cries turn desperate. Ifeelthe moment she shatters for me: her thighs clamp around my head, her hips buck against my mouth, and she sobs out a broken, shivering moan that ends in a whimper.

Her orgasm floods my mouth, hot, sweet and utterly innocent.

I lap it up, groaning into her pussy like a starving man given a feast. When she finally slumps back against the bed, spent and wrecked, I lift my head. My mouth is slick with her juices, my face wet from the force of her climax.

I lick my lips, savoring every drop of her.

She blinks up at me through heavy lashes, stunned and dazed.

I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and smile darkly at her slick thighs, still spread open, her chest heaving, those little bars winking back.

She watches as I undress, peeling layer after layer, until I stand over her, hard and muscled. Her eyes drop down to my fisted cock. I feel like a teenager, like one of the young men over in the dorms. Like I could pop off in two seconds, humiliating myself and leaving her unsatisfied.

Fortunately for the both of us, restraint is something I know well. She's still panting, wrecked and shining with sweat, when I rise up over her.

For a moment, I just stare at the swollen flush of her cunt, glistening with her pleasure and the faint trace of blood. At the way her parted lips tremble. At the dazed, blown apart look in her wide brown eyes.

My cock twitches.

Whatever sweet little fantasy she thought she was stepping into–a wedding night of gentle kisses and tender promises–she's about to learn the truth about who I am and what I’m made of, but I’ll wait until I’m buried inside her and feel the tight grip of her innocence around me.

“The ceremony, the bloodletting, the oaths and toasts…thatis between me and the men of Forsyth. Chess pieces on the board between kings and their pawns.This…”I reachbetween our bodies, finding that shiny metal bar and tweaking it hard. “Thisis the truth between the two of us. The spoils of all of those arrangements. The reward for hard work and perseverance. For sacrifice. What I just gave you is a gift, one that I hope makes what comes next a little more bearable.” I exhale. “Do you understand?”

She nods, too fast, too eager to please.

I grab her jaw, forcing her to look at me, pressing my thumb against her lower lip until she parts her mouth.

"I asked,"I drag the head of my cock against the soaked seam of her pussy,"do you understand?"

Her breath hitches.

Goosebumps rush down her throat, her chest, to the tips of those pretty little nipples.

"Y-Yes," she whispers, voice shaking. “I understand.”

"Good girl."

Without warning, I thrust forward, slow at first, cruelly slow, forcing the thick head of my cock past the tight resistance of her body. She gasps, tries to move, but I've got her hips pinned.

Nowhere to go.

Nowhere to hide.

She'sso fucking tightaround me. My vision blacks out for a moment, the sensation is so overwhelming. Hot. Wet. Virgin-soft. I drive deeper, watching the way her eyes widen, the way her nails scrape at my arms in helpless, useless protest. Every inch I sink inside her feels like I’m burying myself into her bones.

And sheismine.

By the end of this, there will be no part of her that will be untouched by my hands, my mouth, my cock. That I know for sure.

When I'm seated fully inside her, I pause, trembling with the effort it takes not to just rut into her like an animal. I give her time to stretch, those warm walls holding onto me. She's so fucking small compared to me. So fragile.