Page 44 of The Reaper's Bride

“Have you been taking your pill every morning like a good girl?” All the exploring we’ve done and he can still make me flush so easily. I nod, and he gives me a dark grin. “That’s good because I’m going to come inside this tight little pussy soon. I can’t wait.” My flush deepens as I spread my legs in welcome.

The hiss of his zipper is followed by the rustling of clothes and then he’s pulling my nightgown over my head. “These sweet tits are all mine, aren’t they?” he rasps before covering a nipple with his mouth, giving it the perfect amount of suction to have me moaning.

“All yours,” I whimper, trailing my fingers through his thick hair. I feel like I might implode with this need I have for him. With both of us naked, he works his way down from my breasts to my belly and then lower. “No, I want you to…”

“Let me give you pleasure first, Caterina. I’m not sure what the rest will be like for you. I’m not sure how well my restraint will hold when I sink into you at last.Please,let me give you this.”

He’s actually pleading to do it and how can I say no to that? As he starts licking my pussy and teasing my clit, hurtling me toward a release, I know I’ve made the right choice this morning, giving in to what we both have been building toward. Even if it hurts, I won’t regret taking this step with Alessio.

But, after I come with a loud cry as he laps at my sex and my hands nearly rip the hair from his scalp, my body still tenses forwhat’s next. “Relax if you can,” he murmurs, kissing my throat and sucking lightly until a fresh wave of lust crashes through my apprehension. His blue eyes shine hotly as he stares down at me, spreading my legs so he can settle fully between them. I feel the head of his cock nudging my folds. The piercing at his tip is cool and unyielding, but his flesh is like molten fire. “Deep breath and try to relax your muscles, Caterina.”

I obey his command as he pushes forward. I’ve become accustomed to his fingers inside me, but there’s no denying his cock is longer and thicker. “Alessio…” I squeak, squirming away from the relentless, driving possession but wanting it all the same.

“So good. I’m almost in, kitten. That’s my girl.”

No, it’s nowhere near ‘almost in’ but his tender words make it better, and I can see the concentration in his features as his body invades mine and claims it as his territory. He’s trying hard to be gentle, and I am stronger than either of us knows. Biting back the urge to cry out, I take the pain and take all of him.

“Oh, fucking hell,” he groans once I suspect he’s fully in. “So goddamn tight and perfect.” But, when he glances up at me, his beautiful eyes fill with worry as he assesses my expression.“Fuck.How bad is it?”

“Not bad.”

“Don’t lie.”

“Fine, it’s bad,” I admit. “But it’s also good.”

“That makes no sense unless you get off on pain which you don’t.”

No, I don’t. “Stay still for me. Let me get used to you. Did your first time hurt?” I wonder aloud. He shakes his head, trying not to laugh at my naïve question. “Well, this hurts but it’s… nice.”

He gives me a quizzical look, but it’s true. I tentatively rock my hips as Alessio stays perfectly still. An erotic jolt rockets through my veins. I rub my hands along his strong arms and shift myhips, and it sends tendrils of excitement streaking to my center. A huff of disbelief escapes me, and I flick my eyes up to meet his. “You can move now.”

He does butoh-so-carefullyat first. I bury my face in his neck, fighting the strange urge to giggle over his concerned countenance in spite of the pain. The mechanics of it are what they are, but there’s something so bewitching about this, the way our bodies are joined as one and our hearts beat so close.

Before long, his gentle thrusts no longer signal pain for me. They’re pleasant, but I know I’m not going to come. The experience is too new, the possession too raw. Based on what he prefers when I take him in my hand, I suspect he’s not close to coming either. “Go at your pace now so you can come.”

“Are you sure?” he grunts. If my heart hadn’t already melted for him, his agonized expression would finish the job.

“Yes, I want you to…fuckme, Alessio. Fuck your wife. Make me yours.” I’ve heard that word all my life but rarely said it or even thought it. The way it clearly stirs my husband makes me decide I’ll say it more often when we’re in bed together.

“Fuck, yes.Fuck-fuck-fuck…”he chants as his hips start moving faster. “Tell me this is okay, Caterina.”

“Okay,” I gasp, unable to say more. Drawing another deep breath, I close my eyes, expecting agony. It’s not agony exactly. In fact, it’s kind of…hot.The feel of him sliding along my inner walls, the slickness of our bodies, the slapping noise of flesh meeting flesh and the scent of sex in the air, it turns me on just as he has from the start.

And the way he talks in bed, it’s another thrill, another discovery I hadn’t expected. “So fucking tight, the way your pussy swallows my cock, Caterina. You’re such a good girl taking me so well. I love knowing this pussy is all mine. I’m going to come in you so deep and you’re going to fucking take it all.Fuck,the way you feel is fucking amazing. You’re mine… mine…mine!”

With an answering moan, I find myself bucking my hips to meet his thrusts, not minding the pain, wanting to chase down every ounce of this moment and savor it. A switch is flipped and Alessio responds to my wild abandon with his own. He slams into me harder, pushing me up the bed, robbing me of my breath while growling hot and filthy things in my ear in between biting and sucking on my nipples and throat. God, he’s like the three-headed wolf, a fierce animal marking every inch of my flesh. And Iloveit.

But, when my head bangs against the headboard, his hand is instantly there, cradling my skull and taking the abuse instead. The rough and the tender, a surprisingly intoxicating combination. I love every bit of this even as my poor pounded pussy whimpers in protest.

Just when I begin to wonder if I can take anymore, he stiffens above me, and there’s a telling jerk deep inside as I feel the odd sensation of him coming inside me. He grunts my name savagely, but it’s somehow sweet to my ears, and there is nothing between us at this moment. As we float back to reality, his harsh breathing slows, and he’s careful not to crush me. His brow is sweaty and so is mine. I can’t stop smiling even though I know simply walking is going tohurtfor the rest of the day. “Caterina?” he whispers, concernedly.

“We did it,” I whisper back, laughing like a lunatic with relief.

“We’re going to do it again,” he assures me with a devilish grin. My mouth falls open, and he amends his words. “Notnow.You’ll be sore for a day or two at least. Let’s shower.”

I am sore, and there’s blood on the sheets, but it’s easy to forget that when he carries me to the shower just as he did yesterday morning and washes me from head to toe. I relaxunder the hot water, trusting his powerful hands to take care of me, not to hurt me.

And, as he continues, the unspoken words rise up in me -I love you.