Page 45 of Brutal Legacy

“You haven’t?” I asked breathlessly.

He pulled back, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. He tore the condom wrapper open with his teeth and spoke around it.

“Mm-hmm, I haven’t. I haven’t done any of it… I haven’t really had time to think about it much.” He lowered his hand to hishard-on and rolled the condom down his pulsing shaft. “Besides, I’ve never met anyone I wanted to do this with… until you.”

“Well, likewise.” I smiled up at him.

“Your boyfriend, Tommaso, is going to be disappointed.” Elio positioned himself over me and put the tip of his cock at my entrance.

I laughed. “For the hundredth time… he’s not my boyfriend.”

“Damn right, he isn’t… I am… I’m more than that,” Elio grunted, pushing just inside me.

I was so turned on I couldn’t bear it. I lifted my hips, trying to pull him deeper.

“I’m going to be your husband,” he said and sank deeper inside me.

I cried out at the twin sensations of pain and pleasure meeting. He was so big, it was an invasion I wasn’t nearly prepared for, but somehow the stretch was delicious. It felt primal, like accepting this man who I loved into my body was changing us both. When we were remade, we’d never be the same.

He rested his forehead on mine and pushed in as deep as he could.

“Shit,topolina, being inside you is a holier feeling than being in church.” He kissed me softly. Withdrawing a little, he glanced down and swore.

I followed his gaze. Blood was smeared over the condom.

“Does it hurt? I don’t want to hurt you,” he began.

I grabbed his face, cupping his strong jaw, and shook my head. “It doesn’t hurt. It feels right. Keep going.”

He let out a shuddering sigh as he moved again, sinking back inside me, a jolt of pleasure chasing the tail end of pain away. Slowly, he developed a languid pace, his lithe hips gyrating against mine, his cock rubbing places I’d never known existed inside me.

He scattered kisses across my face. A kiss for my cheeks, another for my eyebrows, most for my jaw.

His hand sank into my hair and tightened, and his pace increased. I moved with him, raising my hips to meet his thrusts. I wanted everything from this man. Every single experience… I wanted it with him.

He stroked my face. “This is my sacrament. The only body I will consume and the only blood I will spill.”

A surge of pleasure shot through me, foreign and unexpected. I gasped, chasing after the elusive feeling. He changed the angle of his hips, hitting me the same way again, his pelvic bone grinding down on my clit.

I cried out, sinking my nails into his arms.

“Are you going to come?” He sounded almost as surprised as I felt.

“I — I don’t know,” I panted, squirming beneath him. “I feel like I’m going to wet myself,” I admitted.

“Go ahead,cara, we’re already in the barn,” he said.

I laughed and slapped his shoulder as he chuckled.

“Hey, this is serious,” I moaned; he somehow managed to catch my clit with every thrust.

“Oh, it is… really fucking serious. I have a new addiction, and it’s being inside you… my soon-to-be wife.” He groaned and fucked me harder.

“Are you going to come?” I asked him back, feeling a difference in his movements.

He nodded. “I can’t stop it… you destroy me, Georgia,” he said, his voice strained.

I couldn’t answer, because pleasure was streaking through me. That odd feeling of pressure returning, I was rising. Rising. And then I fell.

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