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He took his time, dragging the length of his cock against my bare wet pussy, up and down my soaked slit, so that it teased my clit.

He kissed me and I rocked my hips against him.

My body writhed beneath him, moving of its own accord now.

His fingers tightened around my wrists, and he pulled his pelvis back, finally lining up the head of his cock with my entrance.

I whimpered quietly, but he swallowed the sound with a gentle, sweet kiss that made my head spin.

This.

This was the moment I’d been waiting for all this time.

He let go of my wrists and slid his hand behind my neck.

His hips slammed forward. I expected him to maybe go slow and gentle for my first time, but his thrust was hard and abrupt.

The flash of sudden searing pain took my breath away and I yelped.

For several seconds, it overwhelmed me, as I suffered through the loss of my virginity.

He kept still until it finally waned, breathing deeply and rhythmically loosening and tightening his fingers around the back of my neck.

He didn’t move even an inch for a long while.

Eventually, I whined and tried to move for him.

He growled in warning and my sheath pulsed in reply.

My need consuming me, I wrapped my arms around him and dug my nails into his back.

Finally, he started to move again, to fuck me.

No. He was making love to me. Now I understood.

With each thrust, my body jerked, my breath hitched, and my pussy clenched tight around him. The pain from the taking of my virginity was nothing more than a memory now. The only thing I could focus on was the fire he was stoking between my legs and the promise of release.

I angled my hips to better cradle his and he thrust inside deeper and harder.

I arched up against him, savoring the feel of his cock sinking all the way into my core.

Every inch was like a perfect storm, driving into me stroke after stroke and making my core clench tighter and my arousal spiral ever higher.

His cock was so large that even though the initial pain from his insertion had faded, the constant stretch and friction burned. My pussy rebelled against his girth, which forced me to open to him in a way that I’d never felt before.

His cock was so different from his fingers, so perfect.

I rolled my body sinuously, welcoming him home with every thrust.

He had been right; It was worth the wait.

Feeling bold, I writhed beneath him, trying to take some control. Without a second’s hesitation, he shifted, grasped my nipple and twisted it. I cried out at the vicious, punishing pinch and panted. He didn’t let go right away and I eventually begged for forgiveness.

“Please! I’m sorry! I won’t do it again!”

He let go and curled his hand around the top of my shoulder, holding me in place and ramming himself into me harder, faster.

In and out, in and out, he took his pleasure from my body. I looked up to study his face, a mask of ecstasy: eyes squeezed shut in concentration, jaw clenched, lips pulled back as his breath hissed in and out of him.

Delicious agony and mind-rending pleasure made my toes curl.

“Ryker! Please let me come,” I pleaded.

“Not yet, my little bride,” he panted. “You will wait for permission like a good girl,” the command was a growl, and my inner walls clutched at him so fiercely that he groaned with his own arousal.

“I can’t,” I begged. I pumped my hips back and forth against him, becoming more impatient for release by the second.

He reared up, shoved his forearms under my legs, and lunged forward again, shoving my knees back to my shoulders and jamming his huge cock into me again.

He pinned my ass and thighs up off the bed with one brawny arm and used his other hand to spank my ass and thighs hard and fast, making me squeal.

It hurt and surprised me, but his roughness and impatience only seemed to make the fire within burn hotter.

He fucked me long and slow, selfishly, taking his time and punishing me with his cock.

I moaned, too overwhelmed by my need to do anything but survive until he saw fit to let me come.

My pleas for release slowly became more and more desperate, barely coherent to begin with, but then turning to strangled cries.

I didn’t know how many minutes or hours he teased me that way. The longer it went on, the more I felt like I could climb the walls or burst from my skin, that the intolerable need would make me shatter into a billion jagged pieces.

My books had told me it would be special, and it was, but they hadn’t even come close to describing how it really felt.

“Please… Oh, please, yes, please, yes,” I begged.

“You need it hard, don’t you, little bride? You need me to fill you with my seed, over and over again until your belly swells with my child,” his own rising tension making his voice rough and his breaths heave.

He slammed into my tortured pussy and the same hand that had spanked me minutes ago now snaked between us, his thumb caressing my clit. My entire body shuddered violently, and a trembling cry of despair flew from my lips.

“Yes, sir,” I wailed my reply. My voice was shaking as much as my body was.

I felt like I was teetering on the extreme edge of my self-control, like a firework with a short, flaming fuse, the explosion of glittering sparks and thundering noise inevitable.

He bent his head to mine, kissed my jaw, then gently bit my earlobe as his teasing thumb finally pressed down hard and circled my clit.

I screamed.

“RYYYYKERRRR!” His name was a primal yell emitted from my deepest depths.

I came so hard that I saw those fireworks behind my eyelids.

I bucked and writhed beneath him, the brilliant cascade of pleasure ripping through me and capturing mind and body in its thrall of powerful euphoria.

My nails clawed at his arms frantically, and my inner walls squeezed his cock, making him yell out.

By the time I came down, my whole body was buzzing with passion. My hands grasped him tighter as I simply breathed, closing my eyes and enjoying the ecstasy of my release.

That first orgasm was bliss.

But the lovemaking was over. Now the real fucking began.

I cried out as he pounded into me far harder than before. He did it over and over and over again, hitting so deeply that I could feel him hammering against my cervix. I whimpered with alarm, but that did nothing to slow him down.

If anything, he fucked me even faster.

Now that I’d already come, I was extremely sensitive. My entrance burned from the stretch and friction of his massive girth. Even my cervix grew sore, punished by the head of his cock and his frenzied fucking.

No, this wasn’t making love anymore.

This wasn’t just a fucking either.

This was a claiming. A complete possession of me, body and soul.

This was a powerful man making me his wife.

With every thrust, he was branding me as his. With every cry that fell from my lips, I was testifying to his ownership.

Soon, my panicked cries turned to moans and then to full-throated screams. He didn’t relent in the slightest. Sweat poured down his face and chest, made his arms and back wet under my hands.

His pelvis ground against my clit, and I came for a second time that night.

I squeezed my eyes shut and arched into my husband, giving in to his claim. My orgasm seemed to go on forever.

There was nothing else except the two of us, connected in a way that was far more visceral, more profound than anything I could have ever imagined.

This was love.

This was the making of us.

Our souls fused so utterly in that moment that it made us one more completely, more irrevocably, than any dress or ceremony ever could.

“Take me, Naomi. I want you round with my child, marked with my seed, tied to me in every way that matters,” he rumbled

When that second orgasm crested, my body felt like it was afloat on flame. My skin was feverish. Beads of sweat ran down my face and a puddle gathered in the slight hollow between my breasts, and nothing in the world beyond this bed mattered. His cock thrusting into me was everything I ever wanted.

His hand slipped up toward the back of my scalp, fisting in my hair.

His thrusts now caused a fresh burst of new pain across the back of my head that went surging down my spine.

Immediately, a third orgasm slammed into me, fierce and merciless as a tsunami crashing into a crumbling cliffside.

I came so hard that my vision blackened at the edges and white noise filled my ears.

He groaned, then yelled, and his fist tightened. I cried out, bucking beneath him.

“I’m going to breed you, Naomi. Over and over, until I’ve given you everything. Until your body craves it, begs for it, until you’re carrying the proof of what’s mine,” he bellowed the declaration, his gaze locked on mine, full of furious intent.

He rode me, pounding and jerking, faster and faster, hard enough that I worried he would truly damage me.

“I’m going to fill you up, Naomi. You’ll be dripping with me, so full that your body won’t have a choice but to take. You’ll give me everything—everything I’ve ever wanted.”

With a deafening roar, a blazing torrent erupted inside me, thick and deliciously hot.

Ryker came as intensely as he’d fucked, yelling my name, locking his hips to me, the cords of his neck pulling taut, every muscle of his brutal body bulging and straining to fuse our bodies together, pumping wave after wave of liquid fire into me.

“You’re perfect, Naomi. Do you feel that? That’s me filling you, planting my seed deep,” he growled.

My own orgasm continued, so long and hard that I struggled to draw in air. My legs quaked, lungs constricted, my own muscles spasming with soul-shattering pleasure.

He gradually slowed to a stop, gasping, sweating, arms shaking.

He leaned down, kissed my forehead, and nipped my other earlobe.

“Do you see why I made you wait, my blushing bride?”

“Yes,” I whispered, still struggling to suck in a full breath of air.

He pressed my forehead against mine, both of us breathless and trembling. His hand drifted to my belly, lingering there.

“One day,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, “you’ll carry my child here. A part of me and a part of you, bound together forever. Just the thought of it drives me insane, Naomi.”

My breath hitched, my wide eyes searching his.

“You’d want that?” I whispered.

“More than anything,” he growled.