Page 13 of Wicked Devotion

“Look at me, Love. I want to see your expression while taking my cock. You’re going to be begging me to fuck you every day at least once.” He drove a bit farther into her. “Aren’t you, Baby girl?”

She mewed and dug her nails into his back.

“The hard part will be over, and then it’s just pleasure from now on.”

He knew she couldn’t understand him. He gritted his teeth, hating the fact he was going to hurt her and thrust into her, taking her virginity.

She screamed, cried out, and tried to push him off her.

“Stop, get off,” she cried and beat on his shoulders.

“Easy. It’s done, Love. That’s it—no more pain. Give it a minute, and it will all go away, and then I can make you feel good again.”

“I don’t like this,” she whimpered.

He kissed the tears that fell from her eyes. “I know. I hated the fact I had to hurt you. But it’s done.” He waited for a minute before he saw her expression ease and her body relax. “Tell me the truth. It feels better already, doesn’t it?”

He smiled when a look of confusion settled on her face. “Let me move and see how it is.” He slowly pulled out of her, all the while watching her face. When he saw her passion building again, he started to thrust harder into her.

The tingles started at the base of his spine, telling him his control was at an end, but he didn’t want to go without her.He reached between them and caressed her clit. He gritted his teeth when her cunt clamped down on him, making it nearly impossible for him to thrust.

“That’s it, Love. Come for me.”

Her head thrashed on the pillow. “It’s too much. Make it stop. I’m scared.”

“No. Let go. There’s nothing to be afraid of. I’ve got you.”

He hissed when her nails dug into his back, and she bowed off the bed as a scream tore from her mouth. He waited until she’d come down before he gripped her hip and pounded into her, taking his pleasure.

When he settled, all he could hear was their labored breathing.

“I’m proud of you, Love.” He nuzzled the side of her head. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m … it was…”

He grinned. “Was what?”

“Magical.”

He chuckled. “I agree.” He pulled out of her and then lifted her into his arms.

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“We’re going to soak you in the tub, so you’re not sore. I want you ready and able to take me tonight.”

“Just like we did?”

“Yes.” He laughed. “But there are so many other ways I’m going to show you.”

He watched her tie her hair up in a knot on top of her head as he threw some bath salts into the water. He stepped into the tub and sat down before pulling her in front of him. He was glad she hadn’t noticed the blood on her thighs or his cock because he was afraid it would upset her.

She relaxed back against his chest and sighed.

Rafael took his time washing every bit of her, getting herused to his hands on her. When he finished, he laid his head back against the tub and closed his eyes. He couldn’t understand how his feelings could be so profound after knowing her only one day and fucking her once. The thought of falling in love with her should have scared him, but instead, it brought him peace, unlike anything he’d ever known.

She was his, and nothing would change that. Ever. No one would take her away from him. Faith was his until the end of time.

Chapter Seven

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