Page 7 of Dark Prince

“What is it?”

He’s warm and solid against me, and it’s hard not to simply give in and tell him to take me. But there’s something that needs to be said.

“It’s… I’ve… I’ve never done this before.” My cheeks turn hot.

His eyes flash. “I know.”

He knows? It seems odd at first. But then I remember how Sharon always guarded me from men, how she’d always been insistent that I stay a virgin. It dawns on me that this hadn’t simply been about control but as a way to make me more enticing as a bargaining chip.

“We can wait,” he says. “But make no mistake, I’m going to make you mine.”

Another shudder of fear and arousal. What is this effect Luk has on me?

Part of me wants to take him up on the offer to postpone it, but the greater part wants him to claim me.

I make a decision.

I wrap my legs around his hips, guiding him closer. He allows the slightest hint of a smile before positioning himself right on top of me, his cock dragging against my soaking-wet lips. I want him, I need him, and I still don’t understand how he’s making me feel this way.

His head is at my entrance. I look down, realizing that a mere push of his hips is all that separates me from no longer being a virgin.

“Please.” The word slips from my lips.

He gives me what I want.

Luk pushes slowly and gently, his head sinking into me, followed by the next few inches of his manhood.

The sensation is like nothing I’ve ever felt. There’s pleasure, there’s pain, and then there’s that way he looks at me with those blue eyes.

I moan, squirming underneath him as he takes my virginity with one deep thrust. I feel as if I’m being split in half in the best way possible, pleasure and pain flowing outward from where he enters me. Even though the heart of an animal needing to rut beats inside of him, Luk is tender and patient, knowing that he has to use care.

Eventually, he bottoms out. His cock is huge, so big that I’d been certain he wouldn’t be able to fit inside me. Yet when I open my eyes, he’s sunken all the way between my legs. Slowly, he pulls back, his dick glistening with my juices. Then he pushes in again. This time, he enters me with more ease, my walls stretching to accommodate him. The following thrusts are even easier. Soon, it feels as if he’s made for me, his cock fitting like a key into its lock.

As I watch him on top of me, his powerful body at work, muscles moving underneath tattooed flesh, I find myself growing bolder. Something about Luk makes me feel comfortable giving myself over in a way I never thought I would. I wrap my legs tightly around him, clamp my hands down onto that perfect ass, and moan hard into his ear.

It’s not long before I feel another orgasm on the brink.

“Come with me,” I beg. “Please.”

I’d said my piece, but there’s no doubt that Luk would come when he was good and ready.

Sure enough, he opens his eyes and looks down at me.

“You first.”

There’s no resisting it. I come hard, this time feeling like I’m about to unravel beneath him. Every bit of my body lights up with white-hot fire, pleasure assailing me from all angles. Right when I reach my peak, Luk comes too. His manhood erupts, pulsing with his orgasm. He grunts hard, his muscles clenching as he spills inside me, filling me with his hot seed.

I hold him close, wanting every drop of him inside me. He’s more than happy to oblige.

When our climaxes fade, he falls to my side and wraps me up in his arms, a surprising amount of warmth between us.

A whirlwind of emotions envelop me. I’m feeling exhilarated from the closeness we've just shared, yet simultaneously uneasy. Feelings of guilt and pleasure intertwine in a confusing dance, leaving me unsure of where one ends and the other begins.

Despite the turmoil within me, I can't deny the sense of security that Luk's presence provides. His warmth, his strength, it's all so reassuring, so different from what I expected.

“You are my wife,” he says again, his chest rumbling with his deep, powerful voice. It’s as if he keeps saying the words; it will become more real.

“I am.”

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