Page 12 of Bought By the Revenant (Monsters’ Bride Market #1)

Chapter Ten

Riven

Soft everywhere. So delicate that I could easily break her. At the back of my mind, a thought repeats like a mantra: “Must be careful.” My body barely obeys.

I’m inside her, so deep that I can feel the firm shape of her cervix.

Every time I thrust, she arches her back, lets out a moan, and it’s like her pussy opens for me even more, sucking me in.

She is like a flower in my hands, so fragrant and beautiful, except for her sharp fingernails when she digs them into the flesh of my arms, my shoulders, my back as she clings to me.

I love the pain she inflicts on me. I love how through it, she shows me how much pleasure I give her.

What’s happening is surreal.

The pressure builds, the fire in me burns so bright that I feel like I’m about to explode.

I want all of her. It’s like no matter how hard I fuck her, it’s not enough.

I grab onto her, moving my hands up and down her body, squeezing, kneading, holding onto her round, heavy breasts for a second before I move to her hips, my fingers digging into her soft curves until they leave red marks.

I grab her thighs and push her knees to her chest, angling her in such a way that I can thrust into her faster, harder, better.

I don’t know what I’m doing. My instincts take over, and I must be doing something right, because she’s practically screaming, not clawing at me anymore, but at the sheets. The bed is a mess, her hair is a mess, her face is contorted, and her body shakes under mine.

“Yes… Yes, Riven… So close… Close…”

I can barely hear her, barely understand her. I’m lost in all the things I’m feeling. In my body and in my soul.

To possess someone so fully… I can’t believe Amity let me.

A woman – a gorgeous, amazing woman – is letting me touch her, kiss her, grope her, fuck her.

I’ll never recover from this. I’ll want to ravish her every minute of every day.

I can’t believe I’ve waited so many years to feel… this. To feel alive.

She slips up the bed, and I grab her from behind the knees and flip her onto her stomach.

Again, I’ve no idea what I’m doing. Something primal has taken over, and even if I wanted to stop, I couldn’t.

Maybe it’s the parts I’m made of that remember how it is to be with a woman.

Maybe it’s this cock that I got from a pirate who got the death sentence.

At least that was what Franklin told me when I asked who I was made of.

He made me a list of where he got each body part, and I kept it.

It’s tucked in an old journal in my workshop.

So, yes. Maybe it’s the pirate’s cock. But that’s stupid. Oh gods, it sounds so dumb. It’s me. It’s all me. I’m doing this to Amity.

She lifts her hips, and I penetrate her again, deeper than before.

She cries out and pulls the sheets to her, burying her face in them to muffle the sounds she’s making.

At this point, I’m not even sure whether I’m still making her feel good or she’s in pain, but she doesn’t ask me to stop, so I slam into her again and again.

When she said she was close… I think I know what she meant. I feel like I want to pour myself inside her, all of me. I know how human bodies work, but it’s more than filling her with my cum. I want to fill her with my very being.

She arches her back, pushing her hips into me, and lets out a loud, moaning scream.

Her body shudders, and her pussy throbs and squeezes me hard.

I know she is coming. It’s like the orgasm transforms her, and she doesn’t sound human anymore, she sounds like a beast in heat.

When I think it’s over, she comes again, and that’s when I fall over the edge, too.

My cum shoots out of me with force I didn’t think possible.

I push the head of my cock against her cervix and keep it there, closing my eyes and envisioning my seed pouring right into her womb.

It’s so intense that my heart aches. For once, I’m not soiling a napkin with my essence and feeling numb after an unsatisfying but necessary release.

My release inside Amity gives me energy, it doesn’t take it away.

For the first time, I think I can say I feel like a man.

Not pathetic anymore. A man with a woman who wants him.

Amity collapses onto the bed, and I fall with her, not wanting to pull out yet.

She turns on her side, and I hug her from behind, hiding my face in her long, sweaty hair.

We’re both covered in sweat that’s starting to cool off.

I know we can’t stay like this forever. She’ll want to cover herself with something or take a bath, but until she starts complaining, I will cherish every second of this incredible aftermath.

No matter what happens next, no matter where our destiny takes us, our first time will be my most sacred memory.

“That was…” she starts but trails off.

“Did I hurt you? I think I lost my mind for a second there.”

She laughs. “No, you didn’t hurt me. It was perfect.”

“Are you sure?”

She turns to look at me over her shoulder. “Riven, stop it. You have no reason to feel insecure. That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

My jaw clenches slightly at the admission that, unlike me, she’s had other partners. I chase the thought away, focusing on how her pussy still grips my cock tightly. It doesn’t matter how many men she’s been with before me. She’s here now, and she’s my bride.

That reminds me…

“We should make it official.”

“Hm?”

“Our union. I mean, our marriage. We should have a sort of ritual or ceremony. I know humans have… weddings?”

She shrugs. “Sometimes. Wealthy people have weddings. I come from a poor village, and there, people usually make a bonfire, invite everyone who wants to come to a modest meal, and there’s some dancing and a lot of drinking. Way too much drinking.”

“We can do that, if you like.”

She turns to me fully, and my cock slips out of her. She snuggles against my chest, and I can feel her heart beating against mine.

“And who would we invite?” she asks quietly. “I have no family, no friends… Don’t get me wrong, it would be nice to have a ceremony, but it would just remind me I’m completely alone in the world.”

That hurts as hard as I’d expect it. We’re the same, she and I, except she’s beautiful, and I’m a monster.

Except she once had a family, while I had none, and I realize it must be more painful to her than it is to me.

At least I never knew love, care, and friendship.

She knew all that, and for some reason that she’s yet to tell me, she lost all of it.

Otherwise, why would she have entered the bride market?

I remember the men who were chasing her.

I wonder when it will be okay to ask her about her past.

“You have me,” I say, pulling her closer, hugging her tighter. “We don’t need anyone else.”

She giggles. “You’re right. I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I don’t want to be a kill joy.”

“You’re not.” I kiss her forehead. “So, it’s settled. We’ll have a bonfire in the backyard, by the lake. I’ll prepare my vows… Is that okay?”

“Vows? Yes, I’d love that.”

“All right. No pressure. You don’t have to say anything, Amity.”

She looks up at me and smiles.

“I want to.”

I nod, she clings to me, and that’s everything. To have this woman trust me with her body and her future… How much better can it get?

“I’ll buy you a dress,” I say. “Tomorrow, we can go to Aura Glade. I know a seamstress there. She makes all my clothes, and she’s really good. She’ll take your measurements, you can choose the fabrics, and she’ll make you the most beautiful dress.”

“I won’t say no to that.” She laughs. “I’m more of a trousers girl, but I’ll make an exception for my own wedding.”

It takes me a second to realize it’s a joke, and I laugh. Before Amity, there wasn’t a lot of laughter in this house. Things are changing. I am changing.

And I know it’s for the best.