Page 46 of Legacy of Succession

“I’m beginning to think you don’t want me as much as you say,” I taunt.

He raises a playful eyebrow while grabbing the waistband of his boxers and pulling them down his legs. Holy fuck! My eyes almost bug out of my head at the sight of him naked. It’s like one of the Greek gods in the paintings that adorn the walls of Oakfield Hall, except he’s so much better endowed. His cock struts out from his torso, covered in clear liquid at the tip. He’s ready for me already.

“I’m going to hurt you, at first. It’s unavoidable. I was blessed with girth.”

I chuckle at his formal use of words.

“It’s a pretty big dick.”

He shakes his head and positions himself at my entrance.

I lay back and allow my hands to entwine in the sheets when he pushes in. He wasn’t joking when he said he had girth. I breathe through the discomfort until the pleasure takes over again, and I relax around his intrusion.

“Move, please,” I pant, and he obeys. In a slow, tantalizing movement, he withdraws from me and pushes straight back in.

“Move.” I shut my eyes and allow my head to fall back. I’m no longer a virgin. I’ve broken the rules: joined with the man I was given to, and I don’t care. All I want is for him to move faster. To fuck me. I rotate my hips to encourage him, and he grunts out a strained response.

“Victoria, don’t tempt me. I’m struggling to be gentle.”

“Haven’t you learned, yet. I don’t break easily. Fuck me.”

He moans deeper, and his pupils dilate to the pitch of the darkest night. The devil is released, and I’m pleased. He pulls his hips back and slams into me. The force sends me up the bed and an explosion rocks through my body. I’m coming again, already. Nicholas continues his thrusts as I reach my precipice and fall over. I’m flying in his arms as he fucks me like a wild animal. I’m raw and loving every moment. My lover buries himself, deeply, inside me and stills. He comes with a loud raspy call of my name. I feel the jets of seed flood my womb. Fuck, he’s bare. No condom. He must see the moment that I worry, for he bends and kisses my lips.

“I’m clean, and you're protected. You have my word on this.”

I relax again. Nicholas withdraws from me, and we entwine our limbs on the daybed. He pulls a blanket over us.

“Are you alright?” he asks.

“I feel different,” I respond.

“Is that a good or bad different?” He looks worried and sits up a bit.

“Good. I made a decision for myself. It’s probably the first time ever.”

His face softens, again, and he lays back down. “Do you want to make another one? I asked you a question before.”

“You did.”

“Will you help me end this for good? Will you be my wife?”

“Yes,” I answer — confident that I’m doing the right thing.

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