Page 32 of Deadly Oath

For a moment, it steals my breath away, as if I’ve been slammed into by a force that knocks all the wind out of me. He thrusts into me with one hard, swift snap of his hips that sinks him into me to the hilt, his massive cock stretching me as he fills me up entirely. I feel him bottom out, his hips flush against mine as he leans over me, panting hard as he goes still.

There’s something feral in his eyes, a wild look that almost looks like victory, although it couldn’t possibly be that. It doesn’t make any sense. My head swims with pain and the foreign sensation of his cock inside of me, but underneath that, the aftershocks of pleasure from my orgasm, and the fact that the sensation of him filling me up, although strange, is also—good.

Kian shudders, his gaze still locked on mine as he starts to slide out of me. He’s so thick that I can feel every sensation, every inch of my inner flesh dragging over his, the friction stimulating us both. Kian’s chest and neck are flushed, his hands digging into the pillow on either side of my head as his hips pull back, and he moans with a sound of pleasure that seems to come from the deepest part of him.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he gasps. “So tight and hot, so fuckinggood—fuck, I could come right now.”

“Are you going to?” I whisper, only realizing how ridiculous that sounds a moment after it slips from my mouth. But I feel dizzy, overwhelmed, startled at how quickly I could go from one state of being to another. I was a virgin a moment ago, and now I’m not. The thing that I was always told again and again that was the most valuable part of me stripped away in an instant.

“Oh no, princess,” Kian murmurs, reaching up to cup the side of my face in his hand. “I’m going to make this last.”

His gaze never leaves my face as he draws out of me, inch by inch, until only the swollen head is still inside of me. And then he pulls back, sliding out of me, reaching between us to grip his length as he angles it up.

I gasp when the slick, hot tip rubs over my clit. My hips arch upwards instinctively, seeking out another of the sharp jolts ofpleasure that wash over me at the contact, and Kian chuckles darkly, shifting his hips so that his cock rubs over me again.

“You like this, princess?” he murmurs, repeating the motion. His tip feels slick and taut and swollen, firm as it presses against my most sensitive spot, and I swear I can feel the heat of his pre-cum leaking out against my clit. When he rubs again, I can feel that hot wetness.

“Yes,” I whisper, tilting my head back. “Oh god, yes—” My hips arch again, as Kian rocks against me, rubbing my clit with his cock the way he did with his fingers a few moments ago.

“Do you think you could come like this? You think you could soak my cock before I fuck you again?” His voice is silky, wrapping around me darkly, temptingly as he teases me with the tip. He taps his cockhead against my clit, slapping it lightly before rubbing again, and a cry of pleasure escapes me.

“Yes,” I whisper, swallowing hard. I can feel the pleasure building again, feel that taut, building need, and every shift of Kian’s hips brings me closer.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, and he reaches up with his free hand, catching my chin in his fingers. He holds me there, forcing me to keep looking at him, to hold my gaze as his other hand rubs his cock back and forth over my clit.

It feels different from his fingers. It feels—filthier, somehow, and I feel hopelessly lewd as I writhe under him, twisting against the friction as I chase that delicious pleasure for the second time.I could become addicted to this,I think as I feel it build, to the feeling of his hard muscle and hot skin against mine, his thick length rubbing against me. I feel myself clench, wanting that feeling of him filling me up again, and the thought of it is what tips me over the edge.

I never really thought about what my first time would be like. On the occasion that it occurred to me to wonder, I thought it would probably be cold and unfeeling, a ceremonial taking of something that fully gave me to the man who would all but buy me from my father. I didn’t expect gentleness, tenderness, or romance. Which is, maybe, why I’m helplessly aroused instead of disappointed that Kian is taking me so roughly.

There’s passion in this. Raw, unfettered desire. And that’s better than anything I ever imagined.

I throw my head back as the orgasm hits me, my legs tightening around his as my hips arch up, our bodies grinding together as the heated waves of pleasure roll over me. I’m gasping for breath, wound tight, as I feel Kian shudder above me, his body going rigid for a moment as he stiffens, holding himself hovering over me with his fingers still clasped around my chin.

“God, I love watching you come,” he growls. “I’m so fucking close, Sabrina.”

The way he says my name at that moment, with a thick, desperate desire, sends shivers of pleasure over my skin. No one has ever spoken to me that way. No one has ever wanted me like this. It’s like I’ve spent my entire life in a desert and didn’t even know it, and now I’m being drenched in rain. I never knew how good it could feel to be desired, and Kian wants me badly. Even as inexperienced as I am, I know that.

I feel the thick press of his tip against my entrance as he starts to slide into me again, slower this time, as his entire body shudders above me. It’s as if he wants to savor every inch, his face taut with pleasure, his breath coming in gasps as he lets go of my face to grip the headboard above us, his other hand steadying himself on the pillow next to my head.

“Keep your eyes on me, princess,” he growls. “I want to see the look in your eyes while I fuck you. I want to see how good it feels for you, having my cock buried in you.”

Each word sends a jolt of pleasure through me, Kian’s voice raw with lust. He thrusts into me again, hips moving sharply, his rhythm starting to become disjointed as I hear him suck in a sharp breath. He sinks into me to the hilt, rocking against me as the taut skin of his pelvis rubs against my clit, and I let out a gasping moan.

There’s still pain, the burn of his intrusion not entirely gone, but it’s fading into pleasure that builds and builds with every hard thrust. Not enough to make me come just from his cock in me, not this time—but enough to promise more pleasure in the future.

“Oh,god,” Kian moans, thrusting again, and my body responds instantly, arching up to meet him. I haven’t learned the rhythm yet, but I move on instinct, my hands sliding up to clutch at his shoulders as he grinds against me with each snap of his hips. “Oh, fuck. I’m going to fucking come, I?—”

For the first time since he stormed into my house and kissed me, it occurs to me that he didn’t use a condom. It didn’t come to mind at first—I never expected tothinkabout condoms. If I’d married someone picked for me, as expected, they would never have come into play. A baby as soon as possible would have been the desired effect, with no reason to use protection.

But thelastthing I need right now is a pregnancy. And I realize, with a jolt of fear mixed with forbidden arousal, that Kian is on the precipice of coming inside of me with no apparent intent to pull out.

“Kian!” I gasp his name, one of my hands pressing at his chest as his hips move sharply against me, the pleasure of him filling me again and again, threatening to steal both my breath and everything I want to say. My mind fogs with pleasure, my body moving with his even as I try to push him away. “Kian, you need to pull out?—”

Kian’s hips snap against mine, his hand clutching at the headboard as he moans. “I can’t—fuck, Sabrina—I can’t fucking stop, oh,fuck?—”

His hips grind against mine, his cock stiffening inside of me, impossibly hard in the instant before I feel the first hot spurts of his cum. His back arches, his head thrown back as he lets out a groan of sheer pleasure, his muscles taut and rippling as he thrusts once more before holding himself as deeply inside of me as he can. “Fuck,fuck—” he moans, gasping as his hips roll against mine.

Fear pounds through me at the realization of what just happened, but it’s dampened by everything else. Kian controlled is gloriously handsome, but Kian undone is something else, an animalistic creature claiming me, possessing me, filling me in the most primal way he can. The heat of it fills me, shudders wracking him as he moans, his cock throbbing inside of me as I feel the hot stickiness of his cum already leaking out around his length onto my thighs.

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