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“Well, maybe you should stop distracting me then,” I chided. “Remind me again–what should I expect tonight?”
“Expect?” Nathan’s voice was low, a rumble that seemed to vibrate through the air between us. As he spoke, his hand traced upward along my side, the warmth of his touch searing through the thin fabric of my dress. His fingers found the curve of my breast, cupping it over the delicate lace of my bra, making my breath hitch in my throat.
“At the initiation,” I managed to say, leaning back into him as his thumb brushed over my nipple, sending sparks of desire straight to my core. His other hand slipped beneath the slit of my dress, gliding up my thigh until he found the heat of me, just a whisper away from where I ached for him. “And…and after.”
His lips brushed against the shell of my ear, his breath hot. “You don’t need to worry about that part, Abby. They don’t make the women kill.” The words were almost gentle, but there was a steel edge to them, a reminder of the world we were entangled in—a world where vows meant more than life itself. “It’s about the vows. A marriage to the Triad, above all else.”
I shivered at the notion, the solemnity of what lay ahead momentarily grounding me. But then his fingers moved again, insistent against the lace barrier, finding a rhythm that made thoughts scatter like leaves in the wind. He started rubbing my pussy over the fabric of my panties, and a moan spilled from my lips unbidden, raw and needy.
“You’re so wet,” he said. “You smell so fucking good.”
I threw my head back, swallowing another moan.
“Good girl,” he murmured, a note of dark approval in his tone as he continued ghosting his fingertips over my clit. “Always ready to be fucked.”
“Can I make the vows to you instead?” I asked, my words rough with the storm of emotions he stirred within me. “To you, Nathan, not them.”
“We’ll both know that’s what you mean,” Nathan replied without hesitation, his voice a low growl that vibrated against my skin, his fingers suddenly more insistent. “You’re all mine, Abby. And you better believe you’re going to remember that every damn second tonight.”
His movements shifted from teasing to demanding, his fingertips finding the edge of my panties. “You’re soaked,” he said, nibbling on the shell of my ear. “Slut.”
Before I could answer him, his fingers pressed into me with a possessiveness that left no room for doubt. His other hand abandoned my breast and fumbled at his slacks. The sound of a zipper echoed through the room, an audacious declaration of what was to come.
I barely had a moment to catch my breath before he yanked my dress up over my hips, baring me to him in a way that felt both vulnerable and empowering. He didn’t have to ask twice—I bent over, bracing myself on the cool sides of the mirror, my green eyes locked on his reflection. There was a hunger there, in those depths of brown, that made everything else fall away.
“Remember, this is where you belong—with me, not them,” Nathan said, his tone edged with a dark promise as he lined himself up behind me. His hands gripped my hips with an intensity that spoke of possession, of a claim that went deeper than the skin. He spanked me hard, and I yelped, the sting blooming into a pleasurable ache that made my breath hitch. A second smack chased the first, and my body jolted against the cool mirror, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. “You’ll be wearing my handprint all night.”
His fingers were quick to ease the sting he’d inflicted, tracing the contours of my body with a touch that was almost reverent. His lips pressed against the base of my neck, teeth nipping at the tender skin before his tongue soothed away any pain.
He slid my panties aside, the lace offering no barrier to his rough touch. He pressed his cock into me hard, burying himself to the hilt as he bent me further over the mirror. The initial burst of pain faded quickly, replaced by a rush of pleasure that made my knees buckle. His strong arm circled around me, holding me up as he began to move in a rhythm that left me gasping.
His fingers dug into my flesh, anchoring me to him as he drove himself deeper, marking me as his own. Each thrust sent a wave of pleasure crashing through me, a tempest that threatened to sweep me under. I cried out, my voice echoing around the room as I surrendered to the onslaught.
“I’m going to come inside you,” he said, fucking me hard. “I’m going to mark your pretty pussy with my seed, because you belong to me.”
“Yes,” I panted, the word taking form at his command. It was a pledge born from the inexorable rhythm of our joined bodies, a promise wrapped up in the squall of desire now raging within me. “Yours, Nathan.”
“That’s right,” he growled. His grip on my hips tightened to the point of pain, grounding me against the storm. “Say it again.”
“Yours…” The word was a cry torn from my lips by the relentless push and pull of his body against mine.
“Good girl,” he praised, fingers digging into my flesh as I took all of him. His thrusts were relentless, driving me to the precipice of pleasure. “I’m going to fill you up, Abby. You’re going to remember this night every time you feel me drip out of you.”
My body clenched around him at his words. The thought of carrying a part of him deep inside me, a reminder of our stolen moment was intoxicating. I wanted it, craved it even in the whirlwind of pleasure that had me spiraling.
His rhythm faltered for just a moment before he groaned, his hips pressing against me as he unloaded himself deep inside me with a final thrust. My body convulsed around him as my climax hit me with a violent intensity that left me breathless and trembling.
“That’s it,” he murmured into my ear. His hands were gentler now, stroking my hips as they guided us both through the aftershocks. “Fuck, your pussy is so tight. When you go up there tonight, my cum is going to be running out of you. Because you belong to me. All of you. Every part of you, every pretty little hole.”
I was coming down from the high, my body still shivering with aftershocks when I felt him pull out. The sudden emptiness was almost jolting, but then there was a warm trickle down my thighs, a stark reminder of what had just transpired between us.
Before I could catch my breath, he was touching me again, his fingers replacing where he’d been moments before. A gasp escaped me, and I clung to the edge of the dresser for support as he found that sweet spot inside, pressing firmly. “Going to put all my cum back inside of you,” he growled in my ear. “Get you nice and ready for tonight.”
“And then what?” I asked, my voice trembling as much as my body.
His response was immediate, his free hand reaching around to stroke my clit in a steady rhythm that had me biting my lip to stay quiet. “Then you’re going to walk up there in front of all them, knowing you’re dripping with my seed.”
His words sent a thrill down my spine, an illicit affirmation of ownership that resonated deep within me. His fingers continued their punishing rhythm–left hand pushing his cum back inside me, right playing with my clit–relentless in their quest to wring one more climax from me, and I could do nothing but surrender.