Page 29 of Bloody Vows
“I’m not going to come for you.” I spit out the words, breathless, and Tristan laughs, rolling his thumb over my clit. It feels so fucking good. All the times that I’ve touched myself, it’s never felt this good, and now…
I fight the building pleasure, jaw clenched so tightly that I know I’ll have a headache tomorrow, as Tristan plays my body as skillfully as if we’ve done this a hundred times before. His fingers stroke and rub and play, until he finally leans down, his warm breath against my drenched flesh… and his tongue slides over me.
“We don’t need to do this,” I gasp, my hands flexing against the duvet. “You just… need to fuck me. Then it’s legal. This is…”
“What I want,” Tristan finishes, raising his head slightly to look at me with hooded eyes. “I want you to come on my mouth,célie,before I fuck you.”
“You don’t need to…”
He lets out an irritated breath. “I do, actually,” he grinds out, lifting up just enough so that he’s leaning over me again, bracing one knee against the side of the bed. His hand drops, flicking open his belt and drawing down his zipper, and when his hand slides into his trousers to palm his cock free, a shudder of alarm runs through me.
He’s… huge. Long and thick, his swollen tip leaking an opaque fluid, large enough that I have no idea how this is going to work. Tristan’s lips curve in a self-satisfied smirk at my wide eyes, and he reaches down, giving himself a long, slow stroke with fingers wet from my arousal. I see his cock visibly throb, and I swallow hard.
“See why I need you wet,célie?” He slides down my body again, his mouth brushing against my folds. “And you are. But not as wet as I want you… and you haven’t come for me yet.”
“I’m not… I won’t…” The words flee as his tongue strokes over me again, and I have no idea how I’m going to make it through this.
I don’t know how I’m going to fight the pleasure. His tongue, wet and hot and finding all of my most sensitive places, is exquisite. His finger traces my entrance, then slides inside, and the momentary spark of pain that I feel at the intrusion is erased instantly by the intense pleasure of his tongue.
I’m not going to come. I’m not…I refuse to give in. To give him the satisfaction of knowing that he’s broken me already. I refuse to not fight him, even if the reward would be my own pleasure.
I fight it, pushing back the tide again and again, until Tristan lifts his head from between my legs, breathing hard as he stares up my body into my defiant eyes.
“Fine,” he growls, and his arm slides under my waist as he rises above me, turning me so that I’m flung back against the pillows as he looms over me. “You don’t want to come for metonight,célie? We have our whole lives. I’ll make you beg for me before it’s been a month.”
His mouth crashes down against mine, hard and demanding, possessive, and I feel his knee push mine apart, the sound of his belt clinking as he pushes his trousers down his hips. A second later, I feel the broad, blunt head of his cock sliding between my damp folds, and I jerk in surprise.
“It’s too big,” I whisper, a sudden flare of fear racing through me, and Tristan chuckles darkly, hips nudging against me, not hard enough to enter me yet, but enough to send that fear jolting through me again.
“It is,” he growls, his mouth close to mine. “And if you’d come for me instead of being a stubborn girl,célie, it would be easier for you. But now you’ll take your punishment. You’ll take my cock as you are right now, Simone. Wet and hot and so fucking tight—” He groans, and his hands curl around my wrists, pulling mine up above my head. He grasps them both in one hand, bracing the other against the headboard, and I feel him push into me, a bright pain searing through my core as his too-thick cock pierces me.
“Fuck—”He curses aloud, his entire body shuddering as he holds himself above me, fingers pressing into my wrists. “Fuck, you’re tight. Holy God—” His hips twitch, another shudder running down his spine as his gaze holds mine, his green eyes dark with lust. “Your pussy is fucking perfect,célie.Mine. Only my cock. My fucking—” His hips jerk forward, sinking another inch of him into me, and his jaw tightens, his hand releasing the headboard as he rocks back onto his knees, letting go of my wrists as well.
He looks down between us, his jaw tight as he takes in the sight of him stretching me, only the first inch of his cock buried inside of me. I see his throat move, swallowing hard as he rocksforward, nudging deeper as he reaches to yank the buttons of his shirt free.
I hate how fucking attractive he is. How hard it is not to suck in a breath of appreciation when his shirt slides off, revealing his muscled chest and chiseled abs, all of it inked with tattoos swirling over the pale skin. Light copper hair is dusted between his pecs, narrowing to a fine trail that runs down to his navel, down to his…
I swallow hard, looking away. And the instant I do, he grabs my chin, forcing my face back to where I’m made to look at him as he sinks an inch deeper, a groan spilling from his lips as he works his way inside of me.
“So fucking wet, and you’re still struggling to take it all. You should have come for me,célie.Should have let me get you ready for this thick cock—” He sinks deeper, breathing hard as his stomach muscles ripple and flex, and he reaches down between us, his eyes darkening as I feel his fingers slide over the taut flesh where I’m wrapped around him.
“Mine,” he growls, as he raises his fingers to where I can see them, the tips stained bloody. “My wife. You—all of it—mine.”
He presses his bloody fingertips against my lips. “Suck it off,célie,” he commands, his cock slipping a little deeper into me. “Lick your virgin blood off my fingers.”
I glare at him. “No,” I hiss, and he smirks, hips snapping forward at the same time as he pushes his fingers between my lips, spearing me completely, his cock sunk into me to the hilt as I taste copper and his flesh on my tongue.
I sink my teeth into his fingers as I bite him, hard.
“Bloody Christ!” Tristan lets out a shout, yanking his hand back. His eyes gleam, dark and vicious, and he grabs my hands in one swift move, pinning them. “You’ll pay for that,banphrionsa,” he promises, and without missing a beat, I feel him slide out of me and slam back in, hard.
The force of it rocks the bed backwards, drawing a cry from my lips at the feeling of his too-thick cock slamming into my tight pussy. “You want it rough?” he growls, fingers pressing into my wrists. “I’ll give you my cock just the way you want it then,célie. My wife gets what she wants. What shedeserves.”
The cords of his throat are taut, his muscles rippling as he fucks me mercilessly, his groans of pleasure more of a primal growl as he sinks into me again and again. With each slam of his cock into me, his tight abdomen presses against my clit, grinding into me each time, sending twinned jolts of pain and pleasure through me as he fucks me to his climax.
“Fuck—” He pants, his eyes locked on mine as he holds me down on the bed. “I’m going to come,célie. I’m going to fill you so fucking full of my cum…Christ!” He lets out a snarl of pleasure, slamming himself into me once more, hard enough to bruise, as I feel his cock swell and harden inside of me, a deep throbbing starting within me as I feel the first hot spurt of his cum.
“Oh, fucking hell—” He throws his head back, his stomach muscles clenching as he comes inside of me, and I have to fight off the wave of pleasure that ripples through me. I’ve never seen a man climax before, never seen anything so primal, so fiercely erotic. He’s a beast in this moment, an animal claiming me as his, and it sends a dizzying wave of heat through me.
