I swear, knowing I'm about to take him, he looks even bigger now, and the sight sends a jolt of fear straight through my core.
The desire to touch it overtakes me, and I reach out and give it a soft stroke, drawing out precum from his throbbing member. It lands on my skin, between my thumb and index finger. I instantly bring my hand to my mouth and lick it, savoring Ares's juices.
He looks at me for a moment as I lay back down.
"Scared?" he asks, moving closer into me, his cock pressing against my entrance.
"A little," I admit.
"Good," he growls. "But you're brave, aren't you? My brave little wife."
I nod.
"Say it," he commands me.
"I'm brave."
He pushes the tip in, and I gasp.
"That's it, baby. Take it. Just a little more."
He thrusts in harder, filling me inch by inch until the pain blooms—sharp and hot.
I cry out, my nails clawing into his back.
He freezes.
"You're okay," he says low, voice laced with restraint. "You're doing so fucking good."
"It hurts," I say, fighting through this new fullness.
"I know," he says, brushing a kiss over my temple. "You tell me when you're ready."
I breathe.
Once.
Twice.
And then I look him dead in the eyes and say?—
"Fuck me."
He slams all the way in.
The pain rips through me like lightning, but it's nothing compared to the overwhelming fullness, the brutal stretch, and the feeling of finally being taken.
Ares groans like he's just won a war.
He moves in and out slowly.
"You're so fucking tight. I should've claimed you the first night."
He sets a brutal rhythm, hips slamming against mine as he takes me over and over, rough and deep, each stroke making me cry out—but not in pain anymore. No, it's turned into a need. A lustful desire where my body craves the stretching.
He grabs my wrists and pins them above my head, his mouth claiming mine again, swallowing every moan and gasp I let out.
"You feel that?" he growls against my lips. "That's my cock inside you, wrecking this virgin pussy. You're not innocent anymore, wife. You're mine now. Forever."