She bit her lip and nodded.
He gingerly wedged a second one inside her, then delved the pair into her glistening sheath. With his thumb, he rubbed her clitoris until her head lolled.
Once he began slowly thrusting, she arched her back over his arm, jutting her br**sts, beckoning his mouth. Had her little ni**les ever been so stiff? He nuzzled them, licked at them, then latched on to one, suckling the peak hard.
She worked her hips, brazenly meeting each thrust. Her ass grinding over his aching shaft nearly robbed him of his seed.
No! Must make this perfect. My Bride, my prize.
Once he'd taken her to the very edge, when she was whispering, "Please, please, please," he slipped his fingers from her. Laying her back down, he knelt between her spread legs.
No silk to bar my way.
She reached for him with outstretched arms. Her lashes lowered over her glittering eyes as her soft palms swept across his chest. The utter hunger in her gaze rocked him, humbled him, made him want to roar with satisfaction.
With a shaking hand, he tilted his length down-
Slick heat greeted the crown; when his shaft pulsed in reaction, the tip grazed up and down her cleft, as if stroking it, kissing it.
Where I would kill to be . . . The instinct to thrust was nigh undeniable. Cock throbbing for that kiss of wetness, he just prevented his h*ps from slamming home. Want inside!
No, control, Trehan!
Restraint took its toll. His body quaked; sweat beaded his skin. And still he shuddered with abject pleasure as he eased forward to her maidenhead.
Fixed tight. Silken folds hug the head. Don't hurt her tender little sheath-
"Trehan, I need . . . I need you." She began to undulate on the tip.
His frenzied gaze pinned hers. "Eşti a mea! Eternitate." You are mine! Forever. With a shallow pump of his hips, he claimed his Bride.
Bettina's eyes watered from the tugging pinch. Then came the sensation of being filled beyond her limit.
She was stretched so tightly around his penis that she could feel it pulsating inside her.
His every muscle bulged with strain, his face tense. He gazed down at her with a tormented look. She flashed him one of her own.
Before, pleasure. Now, pain.
He eased back, withdrawing; unexpected tingles radiated inside her, drowning out some of the twinges.
"More, Bett?" His voice was almost unrecognizable.
"Um . . . okay?"
As he slowly fed his shaft back inside her, she held her breath, trying to determine whether she liked this.
Undecided.
Another withdrawal. "Love, I'm going . . . to do it . . . harder."
When she reluctantly nodded, he groaned and thrust; she didn't know whether to expect pain or . . .
Pleasure! This time his shaft brought heat, fullness, friction. Her hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging in. In a strangled tone, she cried, "I-I love that!"
Whatever she was saying or doing made his tortured look deepen. "Waited a thousand years for this. Want to last the night through." He withdrew once more, taking his hardness away. So she followed his hips, raising her own.
"Dragă, still!" He gripped her waist, holding her down. "You must not move!"