Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 115291 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115291 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Finally. I angled my thrust the same way, then kissed Aria’s parted lips, tasting her, needing her even closer when we were already closer than I’d ever been with someone before. The pulsating need in my balls, in my entire body, turned into a low burn of desire. Aria shifted slightly under me and I could feel her body becoming a bit tenser, and definitely not because she was going to come. “Are you okay?” I asked.
Embarrassment crossed her flushed face. “How long until you…?”
“Not long, if I go a bit faster.”
I wasn’t sure if Aria’s body would be able to handle it. Not that I would slam into her like a fucking animal, but this level of gentle sex wasn’t going to make me come. Aria nodded, giving me the permission I needed.
I pushed up onto my elbows and sped up, hitting deeper and harder. My balls soon began to clench, the familiar pulse of desire returning. Aria clung to me, her body coiling even tighter, squeezing my cock. Fuck, this felt like paradise. “Aria?” I ground out when she flinched after another thrust.
“Keep going. Please. I want you to come.”
A goddamn bastard, that’s what I was, but I was beyond stopping now. My balls tightened, waves of pleasure radiating out from my cock, and I snapped, groaning, my thrusts becoming jerky as I shot my cum into her. My cock twitched and twitched as if I hadn’t had sex in years. A strong wave of possessiveness burnt through me, but beneath it was a warmer emotion that was entirely foreign. I kissed Aria’s throat, feeling her pulse race under my lips. Her warm breath fanned over my skin, ragged like mine. Her palms stroked my back, fingers soft and trembling. My wife. The woman I’d protect at any cost, even if it meant killing my father.
I closed my eyes for a moment, relishing in the feel of her pliable body under mine, in her sweet scent now mingling with mine, and a darker note of sex. Mine. Goddamn mine.
I carefully slid out of her and stretched out on the bed, then tugged her toward me, wrapping my arms around her. I did it without thinking, wanting her close. I knew she would need my closeness now, but when I stroked her flushed face, I realized it wasn’t the only reason why I held her in my arms. She wanted to see the good in me when no one had ever bothered, and I wasn’t entirely sure there was something inside of me worthy of the label ‘good.’
Aria’s eyes widened then darted down. In my after-sex stupor, it took me a second to realize why. My cum. Kissing her temple, I slid out of bed. “I’ll get a washcloth.”
I moved into the bathroom and my eyes landed on my cock. It was covered in blood. Aria had been so damn tight. It had been thrilling and torturous at once. I cleaned myself and soaked a washcloth with warm water before I returned to the bedroom, finding her staring at the bloodstains on the sheets. “There’s much more blood than the fake scene you created during our wedding night,” she whispered.
I sank down beside my wife and gently parted her legs. Her pussy was swollen and smeared with blood. The sight tightened my chest because it was another reminder of how painful it had been for her. Giving pain was something I’d always been good at. I pressed the cloth to her sore flesh, earning a gasp.
I kissed her knee, fucking relieved that this wasn’t our wedding night, that I wouldn’t have to present these sheets. “You were a lot tighter than I thought,” I said quietly. The red in Aria’s cheeks became more pronounced. I threw away the washcloth before I pressed my palm against her lower belly. Her muscles contracted under the touch and I had to resist the urge to slide lower again. Aria wouldn’t be ready for sex in a while. “How bad is it?” I asked.
Aria stretched out on the mattress before me. “Not that bad. How can I complain when you’re covered in scars from knife and bullet wounds?”
I shook my head. That wasn’t the point. She wasn’t meant to ever experience pain. I wouldn’t fucking allow it. “We’re not talking about me. I want to know how you feel, Aria. On a scale of one to ten, how much does it hurt?”
“Now? Five?”
Fuck. Five now? I’d hoped for five during. I laid down beside her and wrapped an arm around her. She regarded me with that hint of shyness and a flicker of relief. Relief because she got her first time over and done with. Not the most ego-boosting thought. “And during?”
Aria looked away, licking her lips. “If ten is for the worst pain I’ve ever felt, then eight.” There was a note to her voice that told me she was still not telling the truth. Damn it.