Page 69 of Deadly Oath

That rasping growl sends another shudder of pleasure throughme. I writhe on Kian’s fingers, seeking those last tremors of the climax—and then, his fingers slip out of me as he grabs my hips and flips me over as easily as if I weighed nothing.

“Now,wife,” he murmurs huskily, his hands sliding over my curves as he kneels behind me. “It’s time to take the rest of your virginity.”

“Kian—” I gasp his name, on the verge of arguing, but his hand tightens on the curve of my ass, holding me firmly in place.

“I can tie you up, Sabrina, or I can leave you unbound. But you didn’t think I wouldn’t take the last bit of innocence you have to offer me tonight, of all nights, did you? You didn’t think I’d claim my wife inevery single way?”

The way he emphasizes that last tells me that he’s thought about this before. It almost sounds as if he didn’t claim me in that way before because he wassavingit for tonight—but that doesn’t make sense. Our marriage was a whirlwind, something neither of us saw coming.

I don’t have time to think it over. Kian’s hands are on my ass, caressing, sliding over my skin in a way that sends shudders down my spine, reminding me of the night he spanked me. I’m trembling with nerves, too, suddenly afraid of what comes next. I’ve never imagined being fucked in the ass, but I can’t help thinking it will hurt.

His fingers slide into me, a momentary distraction, making me gasp as he thrusts them into me once, twice, sliding them back out and then up to my tight hole, using my arousal and his cum to lubricate me. I gasp as I feel his fingers there, sliding around the tiny entrance, and I sink my teeth into my lip as I feel him start to slide the tip of his index finger inside.

“After tonight, every part of you will be mine, princess,” he murmurs, his other hand still gripping my hip tightly. “Fuck, just thinking about it gets me so fucking hard.” As if to demonstrate, he slides his finger out, pressing the swollen head of his cock where his finger was a moment before.

“Kian, it won’t fit—” I beg, fear tightening my muscles. “Kian, please?—”

“Yes, it will, princess.” He angles his cock downwards, rubbing himself briefly through my folds, coating his length with my wetness. The friction momentarily distracts me, making me gasp, my fingers clutching at the pillows in front of me as Kian rocks back and forth. “And I’ll make you come while I do it. I want to feel you come with my cock in your ass, my filthy little bride.”

“I—”

“Grab the headboard, princess.” His voice is sharp, a curt command, but thick with lust all the same. “I’ll go slow, at first. But you’ll need to relax,” he adds, sliding his cock back up so that he’s once again pressing against the tight entrance. “I’m going to fuck your pretty virgin ass one way or another, Sabrina. It’ll feel better if you relax.”

Easier said than done, I think, still shivering with mingled fear and arousal, but I try. I bite my lip, half terrified that he’s going to thrust into me hard, the way he’s done before, but he meant it when he said he’d go slow. He presses into me, one hand holding me steady, and for a minute, I can’t help but think he’s wrong. He won’t fit. There’s no give, only the steady pressure of his swollen cockhead trying to push into an entrance far too small for him—and then I feel him slip in.

A hot burn sweeps through me, and I let out a cry of pain, tears welling in my eyes. Kian groans aloud, a counterpoint of pleasure, and his fingertips dig into my hip, his entire body shuddering as he holds himself still.

“Fuck,” he swears, and I turn my head slightly, looking over my shoulder. He looks almost undone, his reddish-brown hair falling into his face, his muscles tight and glistening with sweat, his thick cock swollen and veined, only the first inch of it buried in my ass. The sight of him is enough to send a shiver of desire through me, momentarily replacing the fear, and he must see it in my face, because he uses that moment to push deeper, another inch of his thick length sliding into my ass.

“Kian!” I cry out his name, and he groans, his fingers digging into my soft flesh as he shudders.

“Say my name like that again, princess, and I’ll come before I’mall the way inside of you,” he groans. He thrusts again, a little harder this time, and I pitch forward, fingers curling tightly around the headboard as that hot, painful burning sweeps through me again.

“It hurts,” I sob, and he pauses. I swear I can feel his cock pulsing inside of me, far too big for the tight space he’s invading. His hand slides down, curling briefly around my hipbone before sliding over my taut abdomen, down over the soft blonde curls between my thighs, and delving between my legs.

His fingers find my clit, taking up that firm, circular motion that he’s already figured out that I liked—that evenIdidn’t know I liked before him. And as he does, he thrusts again, sliding deeper into my ass inch by inch as he plays with my clit until finally, he’s buried to the hilt, his hips pressed tightly to the curve of my ass.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “God, you’re so fucking tight. I’m not going to last long like this, princess. Even the third time, your ass feels too fucking good.”

I’m terrified of what it will feel like when he starts to move. It feels strange, invasive, and that burning hasn’t let up—but the pleasure of his fingers rolling over my clit helps break through it, turning the pain into something different, something that feels like a different sort of arousal.

I arch a little, pressing into him, and Kian groans.

“That’s my filthy girl,” he murmurs, hips twitching as he steadies himself. “My sluttywife.” He hisses the last word as he draws out, inch by inch, making me cry out in mingled pain and pleasure, his fingers still rolling over my clit as he pulls out to the tip—and then thrusts back in again.

It’s not as hard as he’s fucked me before, but hard enough that I cry out again, my knuckles turning white where I’m gripping the headboard. Kian moans, shuddering behind me, and I know he’s close already. His fingers keep up that rhythm, and I realize dimly, through the foggy haze of mingled pain and arousal, that he could actually make me come again like this.

“Come for me,” Kian murmurs, thrusting again, the slap of his hips against my ass punctuating each thrust, each roll of his fingers. “Come for me, princess. I want to feel you come with my cock in your ass.”

I don’t know if I can, if the pleasure can overcome the burning stretch of him fucking me, but it builds and builds, and when I look over my shoulder at him again, I feel myself tip in the direction ofyes. He looks like a fucking god behind me, all muscle and sweat and lust, and I remember that he’s gotten hard three times tonight because ofme,fucked me in every hole because he wants me so badly, made me into his slut because that’s what he wants, to possess me, to claim me, to?—

“Kian!” I shriek his name as the orgasm hits me, my back arching, my nails scraping against the back of the headboard as I grind back against him, suddenly heedless of the pain of his cock stretching my ass. He moans, fingers rubbing my clit feverishly as he starts to thrust harder, gasping aloud as his other hand clutches at my hip.

“Fuck yes, come with my cock in your ass, come all over it, you filthy slut, you?—”

The words taper off into a groan of sheer ecstasy as I feel him go harder than before, his entire body stiffening as he shudders, thrusting once more. “I’m fucking coming, ohfuck, princess, I’m going to fucking fill your ass with my cum,fuck?—”

Another tremor of pleasure ripples through me, and I moan helplessly as he comes for the third time, giving me exactly what he promised. I feel him jerk and shudder again, feel the moment that he softens, sliding out of me as he collapses to one side of me on the bed, and I drop down to my stomach, utterly exhausted.

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