Page 45 of The Alpha's Arranged Bride

He was like silk over steel. He was so thick and so hard. She made another sound she’d never heard come from her. That? He was going to try and fit that into her?

She whipped her eyes up to his face and saw the sparkle in them as he watched her fascination with his body. He was so hard and swollen that it looked like if he didn’t get immediate relief in the form of fucking her, he’d die. She felt the same way. Even if it was going to hurt, she wanted him.

She ran her hand down his shaft, watching as beads of precum spilled from the tip of him and rolled down the underside of his cockhead.

“Kneel on the bed,” he commanded, but he still sounded raw.

She was about to say that she wanted to see him, but he’d clearly caught her hesitation, “We’ll do it your way. But let me see you first?” It was said as a question, he might not do tenderness or soft, but he wanted to know that she consented to whatever he had in mind. Agnar may be many things, but she trusted him implicitly and rolled over obediently.

There was another hiss.

Was that his version of breathless? Was he as captivated by her as she was enthralled by him? Did he want her with every fiber of his being the way she wanted him and had wanted him for months? Did he crave her, dream of her, know with an unshakable certainty that everything in his life had brought him to her the way she knew that her path was always going to end in him?

It was hard to get her knees under her and she knew Agnar was watching every movement. She wondered what he saw, she was soaked, and her clit throbbed almost in time with her heart. Her skin prickled with both awareness and embarrassment. He didn’t give her time to get comfortable. His hand slipped between her legs, and she sighed when she thought he was going to tease her, fill her with his fingers, give her something to ease the ache. He didn’t. He parted her and just held her open.

“Do you want to know what I see?” he said hoarsely.

She looked over her shoulder and nodded.

“I see your cunt, pink and open and glistening for me.”

“Are you going to do that the whole time?”

“Just long enough so I can watch as I split you in half with my fat cock.” He leaned forward and notched his cockhead at her entrance, slowly moving it over her slit as he coated himself with her juices.

She held her breath, waiting to feel him enter her. He looked too big to take, like it would hurt and hurt and still hurteven when it started to feel good. That started sick and twisted bubbles in her stomach that felt half like nerves and half like anticipation and not at all like a no.

Agnar would always be a hard man. She didn’t want anything else from her mate. She didn’t crave gentle, soft sex. Just looking at him and holding him and being the one that he tore apart to give pleasure and release was more than enough.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, feeling my cock stretch your tight, little cunt?”

He leaned over and bit the side of her neck hard enough to leave teeth marks but not to draw blood. He dragged his teeth down her tender skin until she was dripping all over his fingers. With that she felt a pressure, then stretching as he entered her. She braced herself, waiting for him to thrust deep, but he stopped when his swollen cockhead was inside.

“I wish you could see what I see,” he said as he shifted his hips. Making his cock slip out then sliding in just the very tip again.

Prairie Rose moaned. When he came out of her, she felt empty, she wanted more. She wanted to be full. She held her breath waiting for him to plunge into her but instead, she felt the bed shift. Instead of fucking her deep, Agnar flung himself onto the mattress, lying on his back. His cock rigid.

His eyes tracked down and he made a noise in his throat that was all animal. “Take my cock,” he commanded. “All of it. I want you to work for it.”

He was so hard. His eyes burned. She’d seen him look at her that way before, but she hadn’t known what it meant. She thought she knew desire, but there were different kinds.

She had to touch him, and she shifted over and threw her leg over his big body. She had to keep one hand on the steel of his jaw, her fingers tickled by his beard. She put the other on his shoulder. She hadn’t moved fast enough, and when he caught her wrist and pulled her close then brushed his lips over her earlobe and sucked it into his mouth, it felt more like a punishment. His kiss was a punishment. Scalding and dirty, especially when he sucked her lip into his mouth and used his teeth. He licked her bottom lip leisurely, a promise of how searingly filthy it would be if he ever licked her between her legs. She could feel his cock against her stomach and ached to have him between her legs again.

She was panting before she even lowered herself down. His cockhead met her entrance, so thick that she didn’t think there was any way it would actually fit. She took her time, working herself over him, leaning back so he could watch. When he’d teased her before, she realized he must have only inserted the tip and not the whole head.

He threw back his head, his eyes shuttering.

“Fuck,” he growled when she finally took the head of him inside. “You’re tight. This has to stretch. It has to burn. It has to hurt.”

“Yes.” She could feel the stretch and the burn, but she wasn’t going to stop. It wasn’t real pain, the sensation of fullness and stretching was something else entirely. Beyond pleasure and pain.

He stayed immobile while she worked herself down his length. He wasn’t just thick, he was long, and she felt like she had forever to go. She looked down and saw the stretch of herself, watched her body take him the rest of the way.

“Fucking gorgeous, isn’t it?” Agnar said, his eyes fixated on the point where their bodies joined.

She leaned forward and he captured her mouth in a tight kiss. Suddenly he lifted his hips and she felt him slide deeper into her soaked pussy. He was so deep inside her, stretching her to the point of pain and violence. She didn’t know if she should move because it might mean disaster. Or she’d come instantly, and she didn’t want to do that either.

Agnar waited for her body to adjust and then his fingers moved until his knuckles pressed against her clit. He didn’t circle her gently. He ground down against her sensitive bud and it was enough to make her hips crest and recede. She bit down on a cry and panted. He picked her up, his hands circling her waist.

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