look away.”
I nod, bracing myself. My hands close on his shoulders as his hand slides to my leg once more, lifting it, opening me.
I hold my breath when I feel him at my entrance, and I watch his eyes as he begins to push inside me. He’s being careful. I can tell. I know if he wants to, he can tear me in two, but he’s being careful.
“Fuck,” he groans, dipping his head down as he pushes in a little, stopping when I tense. “You’re so fucking tight.”
He brings his eyes back to mine and kisses me. A deep kiss, his tongue invading my mouth like his cock is invading my sex. I close my eyes momentarily as he claims a little more of me.
When he pulls back his eyes are almost black, and I know it’s taking all he has not to thrust hard into me.
He moves slowly back and forth, stretching me, and I know when he’s reached my barrier. I feel it. I tense, panicking until his hand is on my face, caressing my cheek.
“Shh. It’s okay. It’s for me, don’t you know that yet? For me to take.”
“Damian—”
“You feel so good. So fucking good.”
I swallow. It’s coming. I know it.
He takes my hand and puts it on his shoulder. “Look at me. Don’t look away. I want to watch you.”
I nod, and his next thrust sends a shiver of pain through me. I gasp. The sensation is strange, painful, then warm and wet.
I’m bleeding again.
“God…fuck.” He shifts his grip to my shoulder and both hands tighten. He holds me still and begins to fuck me. He’s still holding back. Or trying to at least.
“It hurts.”
He dips his head and I take more of his weight. Sweat drops from his forehead onto my cheek. He looks at me again, intense and different, like he’s seeing me differently too. He kisses me and I kiss him back. He tastes good. Like whiskey and sex.
His thrusts come harder, more frantic, and I swear he grows thicker inside me. Thicker and then throbbing as he stills. I can feel him. I feel him come. I feel him fill me up as he empties inside me, eyes locked on mine, my name a groan on his lips.
And when he slides his hand between us and finds my clit, I come again. I come with him inside me, with the pain cutting me, with blood warming my thighs. I come again and I cling to him.
Even as I hate myself for it, I cling to him, my enemy.
This monster who doesn’t hide in the dark. The one in whose bed I’ll sleep.
My monster.
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Damian
Fuck.
Her cunt cradles my cock, throbbing around it.
Sweat drips from my forehead as I raise my head to look at her. Her nails loosen on my back. I’m sure she’s broken skin, but it’s the least I deserve.
She’s fucking beautiful when she cries. More so when she comes.
I wipe away a tear with my thumb, then kiss her cheek. Her soft mouth.
When I slide out, I can feel her tense, and I look down at the mess between us.
Blood on her belly. Blood on her thighs. On mine. On my dick.
Blood on the white sheets of my bed.
I smell it, too. Like rust. When cum slides out of her, she tries to close her legs and pull away. I grab one thigh to stop her, almost hard again at the thought of my cum inside her. Mixed with hers. Mixed with her virgin blood.
Sitting up, I push my hair back and look at her. She shivers, so I grab the blanket to pull it over her.
“Are you okay?”
She only nods once, and I wonder what she’s thinking, what’s going on behind those secretive violet eyes.
“It won’t always hurt,” I say.
“We won’t be doing it again, so it doesn’t matter.”
I snort, get up. We will most certainly be doing it again. I walk into the bathroom, wash my dick and my hands, then wet a towel with warm water and return to her.
When she sees the towel, she shakes her head and tries to sit up, wincing when she does.
“I can do it,” she says, trying to take the towel.
I push her hand away and sit beside her. “Rest for a minute.”
“Damian, I can…” I push her legs apart, but she resists, trying to tug my arm away. “It’s embarrassing. Please.”
“You’re mine. I take care of what’s mine. What’s embarrassing about that? And as far as not fucking you again, well,