Page 26 of Trapping His Darling

My littlemilyywas incredibly stubborn. I didn’t want to break her spirit, but she would need to learn to be a bit more obedient, if she wanted to survive our relationship.

However, as I forced myself into her overly tight heat with a heavy thrust of my hips, I realized what Tiffany wasreallytrying to convey with her pleas that I cease.

She was a virgin.

But I wasn’t the only one who drew blood. So sharp and surprising was the pain to her, that she clamped down on my fingers like a bit on a bridle.

I froze, and resisted the urge to use violence to retrieve my hand. After all, it was my fault. I went in too hard. If I had known, I would have used a little care.

Tears leaked out the corners of her closed eyes. I was too hard and selfish of a man to feel bad. While I hated the undue pain I caused her, I had no regrets. She was mine. All mine. Maybe I was her deity after all. Because I would be her alphaand omega, her first and her last, her beginning and her end. She would not exist separate from me.

“Tiffany,” I murmured. “May I please have my hand?”

Though she eased up some, she shook her head.

“Milyy,while I appreciate your devotion, I do not want you to get sick. My blood cannot taste good.”

She slowly opened her eyes. I offered what I hoped was a small, apologetic smile. She relaxed her jaw and allowed me to withdraw my bloody fingers. I should be more disturbed than I was to see my blood on her lips, but instead, I found her even more irresistible.

I lowered my head and passionately kissed her, tasting the special elixir that was her cum and my blood, and becoming damn near drunk off the power of it. Never had I done something so richly erotic.

When I broke the kiss, Tiffany looked up at me like I was her world, and bit her bottom lip shyly, looking innocent and sweet, despite the blood smeared across her face.

“I promise I will make this feel better for you.”

She relaxed some and nodded, her fingers playing with the edges of my hair, while I gave her body another minute to adjust to the intrusion. She trusted me even though I had injured her. I was humbled by the moment.

I began to slowly move my hips, taking a quick glance to note how much sanguine fluid I had spilled. She’d orgasmed earlier, which likely thinned the virginal blood staining my cock.

I slowly sank into her hot channel, and it took all of my strength not to come deep inside of her immediately.

Her pussy clenched on my cock. I groaned, grabbing the back of her neck and thrusting a little more deeply. I went to withdraw, but her thighs tightened around me when I tried to pull back.

“No, don’t go.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” I growled in her ear. And for the first time, I meant the shit I said, with my whole heart. Her blood staining my cock bound her to me for life. She would never be free again. “Tell me when you are ready.”

I kissed her then, tasting our passion on her lips. She moaned, an encouragement I used to intensify the kiss. When her body gave in to instinct, and Tiffany ground her pussy on my cock, I nipped her neck in response.

“Oh, fuck! Oh my God.” Her legs shook, as her cunt milked my cock with her pleasure.

My eyebrow raised. I hadn’t even started moving yet. Tiffany was panting, her cheeks red, and I could see she wasn’t faking it.

“You’re perfect for me, baby.” Her eyes widened at the English endearment, and I grinned before kissing her soft lips and asking, “May I?”

She nodded, and much to my relief, I moved my hips.

I took my time with herat first. I pulled more orgasms from her body, and when she was shamelessly screaming my name, as if I didn’t have soldiers in the hall, or a house full of guests, I took her hard and rough, claiming her as my own.

“One more,milyy.We come together this time.”

I wrapped one hand around her throat and the other on her clit, slamming into her slick heat. Lightning raced up my spine and I shoved my face in the nape of her neck, inhaling her scent deep inside of me.

“Come for me,”I commanded, and bit down on her neck. I let out a loud moan when I felt her muscles clamp onto my shaft.

As we came down, I loosened my grip on her throat and pulled out of her. She wheezed beneath me, but didn’t seem upset that I almost choked her out. I kissed her lips, kissed her cheeks, wet from tears and blood, then her forehead. I was pleased. Pleased with her. Did she have any idea that she was now mine?

I got up to go into the ensuite bathroom. When I came back out, Tiffany was sprawled on the bed, snoring lightly. Chuckling lightly, I walked over to the bed and spread her legs, noting the wince that marred her sleeping face. She was sore. She would be that way for a day or two. My cock wasn’t small. That couldn’t be helped.

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