Page 40 of Trapping His Darling

After unbuckling the passenger seatbelt, I gathered Tiffany into my arms and made the trip to the top floor. She protested some at having her sleep interrupted, but then snuggled deeper into my embrace.

When I reached the top floor, I went straight to my bedroom and placed her and Hero on the bed. For her comfort, I fully undressed my new fiancée. She stretched out, as if she appreciated being free from the confines of her clothing.

Brushing her curls away from her serene face, I studied the woman who was soon to be my wife. I found myself captivated over a female I knew less than twenty-four hours. But how could I not be? Fuck, she was beautiful. Our children would be stunning.

My hand traced the curve of her cheek. I should leave her to rest.

I leaned in, placing a tender kiss upon her forehead. I then hovered over her lips.

Just one more taste and then I would leave.

“Or you could begin breeding her now,”my mother’s voice soothed in my mind.“She is yours.”

I wasn’t apologetic as my eyes took up her gorgeous curves. Mother was correct. Tiffany was mine. Nothing could change that now, short of death.

I moved her limbs around until the placement was perfect to see everything. My rough palm grazed her smooth skin. Her pretty pussy looked so delectable.

I ran my nose near the apex of her thighs, breathing in her scent. God, I loved her smell.

Nudging her legs apart, I pushed my face along her pussy, inhaling deeply, then ran my tongue along her slit. I paused when she let out a soft whine and her hips lifted, offering more of herself to my mouth.

I sucked her clit and flicked it with the tip of my tongue, like it was my life’s mission to make her come. Hell, maybe it was. She bucked beneath me, pushing her center into my face, as the first trembles of an orgasm threatened to spill.

My fingers parted her slick folds to give me better access to all that was Tiffany. My tongue moved down to slip in and out of her tight entrance, which was still red and swollen from the forceful fucking I gave her earlier. Maybe I had been too hard on her. Yet, I couldn’t find it in myself to feel bad.

She was mine. Her body was mine to do with what I pleased. I would fuck her. I would breed her. I would break her. And I would put her back together again, only to make her fall apart over and over, if it pleased me to do so. Whether she realized it or not, I was now her master. She would defer to me, or suffer under my hand.

“Careful,”my mother cautioned.“She is not fragile like a flower, but like a bomb.”

My mother was correct in her observation. I should not be arrogant and assume I was stronger, just because I had forced myself upon Tiffany’s body. The more I thought about it, the more I suspected mymilyyhad allowed me the honor of being her first, rather than me simply taking her body by force. After all, her trophy collection was nothing if not a stark reminder of what this sweet beauty was capable of doing to men. Tiffany had not been a virgin because she was sheltered. She was a virgin because she’d chosen to be one.

Would I master her? Yes. But not because she was weak. But because she wanted me to master her. She needed me. She needed me to be strong for her. She needed a man like mewho would not be repulsed by her darkness. She needed the protection my power could provide her. But most importantly, she wanted a man worthy of her heart. I vowed to be that man. There would be none after me.

As if she agreed with my thoughts, she melted into my mouth, her essence coating my tongue and lips. She tasted like Heaven. She felt like home.

My tongue gently slipped out as I brought my lips around her clit and sucked again. I prodded her now soaking wet entrance with my finger and carefully pushed inside. I sought the spongy area near the opening and gently caressed it, back and forth with the pad of my fingertip.

Her hips started grinding against my face as she chased her next orgasm. She softly mewled and gushed into my palm.

Fuck, she was perfect.

She was mine.

She smelled like mine.

She tasted like mine.

She’d never be able to escape me now.

Sucking hard around her clit, I pulled another orgasm out of her. Her hips roughly pushed against my tongue, and her cum flooded forth. I drank from her like a man dying of thirst.

I knew I should stop there and just walk away, content that I gave my woman an incredible orgasm. She needed to rest. She needed to heal. But I was a selfish bastard. I wanted to come inside her, breed her, possess her.

Pulling self-control from deep inside my soul, I slowly left the bed to get a towel to clean her up, but then made the mistake of looking back. Her legs were still slightly spread, and I could see the glistening wetness in between them.

Fuck.

I was a weak man.

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