Page 25 of Stalked to the Altar

“Then come again,” I demanded, bringing the leather across her ass again. “Show me.”

And she did.

The rush of power I felt was better than any drug I had ever had.

I rolled her onto her back and spun her to me so I could spread her legs wide and look at the beautiful woman in all her vulnerability. A thin sheen of moisture coated the inside of her thighs, her bears breasts showed marks of my love, her breathing was hard but steady, her eyes half-lidded as she watched me with anticipation.

“Beg me,” I whispered. “Tell me you want my cock deep inside you.”

“I want your cock deep inside of me,” she replied softly. “Please don’t make me wait. I need you, Silas. I need to feel you. I need you to be with me, now, to ground me.”

Humbled by her words, I slid into her wet warmth, and it felt like heaven. The raw sensation of her inner walls squeezing my cock like a vise grip was almost enough to make me shoot off like a teenager. But I refused to come apart like that. Not with her. Not when she needed me to complete her.

“Fuck. You are so fucking tight, baby.” I kept my movements slow and deliberate, setting a gentle rhythm. Eden was soon a soaked, quivering mess beneath me.

“More,” she begged. “Harder. Master my body. Hurt me. Make me yours.”

It pleased me to know that, like me, she didn’t want to remember any man before me either, that she wanted me to fuck her into forgetfulness just like I’d planned to do when she was sucking my cock. This is how I knew Eden was for me—we thought the same way.

I leaned over her and hooked one of her legs on my shoulder so I could thrust deep. Her inner muscles clenched tight, making me work to pull back for each thrust. I reached forward and wrapped my hand around her throat. She gasped but pushed against my fingers as if she wanted more. Seeing that she liked it, I squeezed harder, testing her limits.

“Play with your clit, baby,” I demanded. “Fall apart in my arms.”

I was brutal in my thrusts, nearly bending her in half. “Yes!” she cried over and over. Soon, she wasn’t even making intelligent noises, just grunts and whimpers. Her arousal spilled down her thighs, coating us both in slippery warmth. And I loved learning that she was a squirter.

“Who does this tight pussy belong, Eden?” I almost shouted the question in her ear as I pounded into her relentlessly. “Answer me! Now!”

“It’s yours. It’s all yours,” she wailed. “I’m yours.”

I leaned forward, panting all my hopes and dreams in her ear. “Then I’m locking this pussy down. I’m going to fill you with my cum every fucking night. You will be my wife, and the mother of my child.”

I roared as I came, her throbbing channel milking my orgasm.

Once empty, I collapsed on the bed next to her. We were both gasping for air, basking in the afterglow, a sweaty, panting mess.

After a few minutes, I got up and went to the kitchen to get my girl something to drink. I brought back four bottles of water and pulled her into my arms, sitting her up partially against my chest.

“Drink.” I murmured as I held the bottle to her mouth.

She opened obediently, even though her eyes remained closed. I poured little sips of water into her mouth and watched, fascinated, as she gulped it down.

I felt tired but energized at the same time. I finally got the girl. She’d been making me wait, but I finally got through to her, made her see we needed to be together.

“What the fuck was that, Silas?” she whispered.

“What—”

“No!” She scrambled out of my lap and fled to the other side of the bed. “Answer me, Silas. What the fuck was all that?”

Confused, I reached for her again, only to have her slap my hands away.

“Stop touching me and answer the fucking question!”

“What’s wrong?” I frowned, not understanding the sudden change. “Why are you upset?”

“Who the fuck says they’re going to impregnate a one-night stand?” she shrieked. “Fuck!” She wrapped a sheet around her body and stood up, putting more distance between us as she glared at me accusingly.

What just happened?

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