Page 21 of Stalked
“Such a good girl,” I murmur, brushing my thumb across her cheek. “My good girl.”
I watch the conflict play across her face. She wants this—wants me—but that rational part of her brain is still fighting for control. I brush my lips against hers, softer than before.
“Let me feel you, Lia. Just you.” My voice drops lower. “I want to mark you with my cum, and then we can get you the morning-after pill.”
Her breath catches. “Okay,” she agrees.
Decision made, I push forward slowly, feeling her body resist at first. She's so fucking tight it's almost painful—a delicious kind of pain that makes my vision hazy.
“Fuck,” I hiss as I feel resistance—her hymen. Her virginity. Mine to take.
She whimpers beneath me, eyes squeezed shut. “It hurts.”
“I know, baby. I know.” I brush her hair back from her forehead, my touch gentler than the relentless pressure between her legs. “Just breathe. It'll feel good soon.”
With one hard thrust, I break through the barrier. Lia cries out, her back arching off the bed. I hold still, letting her adjust, watching tears leak from the corners of her eyes. When I pullback slightly, I see the blood on my cock—evidence that I'm the first. The only one who will ever have her like this.
“You're bleeding for me,” I murmur, a feral need stirring inside me at the sight. “So perfect.”
After giving her a moment, I start to move, each thrust going deeper than the last. Her discomfort gradually transforms, small gasps of pain becoming moans of pleasure. I grab her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises.
“Harder,” she gasps, surprising me. “Please, Vane.”
I don't need to be told twice. I snap my hips forward, pounding into her with a ferocity I've been holding back. Her head thrashes from side to side, her moans growing louder with each thrust. I tangle my hand in her hair, pulling just enough to expose her throat.
“Look at you, taking my cock so well,” I growl against her neck. “You like the pain, don't you? Like how it hurts when I'm deep inside you.”
“Yes,” she gasps. “Don't stop.”
The sight of Lia writhing beneath me, completely surrendered to pleasure, is the single best thing I’ve ever seen in my life. She's mine now—marked, claimed, ruined for anyone else. But I want more. I want to see her completely at my mercy.
“You want to try something else, my wildflower?” I run my thumb across her bottom lip, feeling her breath hitch. “Want me to flip you over and fuck you from behind while I choke that pretty little throat?”
Her eyes widen at the nickname, pupils dilating until there's barely any amber left. For a second, I think I've pushed too far—that she's going to pull away. But then she moans, deep and desperate, the sound vibrating against my thumb.
“Yes,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “Please.”
The eagerness in her response makes my cock throb inside her. I pull out slowly, savoring the way she whimpers at the loss.
“On your hands and knees,” I command, my voice rough with need.
She turns over, positioning herself as instructed—ass raised, back arched, face pressed against the pillow. The sight of her like this, ready and waiting for me, is almost enough to make me come on the spot.
I run my hands down her spine, over the curve of her ass, gripping her hips as I position myself at her entrance again. “You're so fucking beautiful,” I murmur, pushing inside her slowly. “Wild and untamed, just like a wildflower that can't be contained. That's what you are to me.”
She shivers at my words, a small gasp escaping her lips as I sink back inside her.
“Oh god,” she gasps, her voice muffled by the pillow. “Fuck, Vane—you're so much deeper this way.”
I slide in fully, groaning at the tight squeeze. “Fuck, Lia. You're squeezing my cock even tighter now.”
“It's—Ah!—It feels different,” she pants, pushing back against me. “Fuller. More intense.”
I reach forward, wrapping my hand gently around her throat, feeling her pulse race beneath my palm. “Is this what you want?”
She nods, pressing her neck harder against my hand in silent permission.
I tighten my grip on her throat—not enough to cut off her air, just enough to make her feel it. Her pulse throbs against my palm, wild and fast. My other hand slides around her hip, fingers finding her clit, already swollen and sensitive from her earlier orgasm.
