“You’re too big, you’ll break me.” And it’s the truth. No reversal on this one. I tug against the unyielding handcuffs. But I tilt my hips, writhing to get more of him. “Don’t break my virginity.”
“You can take it. I was made to use you, angel. I’ll make you feel good,” he reassures me, running his hand up my torso gently as he continues to invade my passage, tearing my virgin barrier so slowly, despite his statement that he couldn’t wait. He’s taking care of me, as he always has, since we met. Since he started stalking me.
A slight withdrawal, and he pushes in further, and I shudder with the heat and the pain and the blooming pleasure. But mostof all, with how right this feels. Being under Kane is where I’m meant to be.
“Don’t ruin me for any other man.”
“Oh I will, don’t you worry.”
“Don’t make me yours in every way.” He knows all my most embarrassing secrets, and he still loves me.
“You already are. When you stalked me back, you accepted me into your heart. Now you’re going to accept me into your sweet, wet, perfect virgin body, too.”
He pumps his hips, shallow and slow, and smiles as the pinch expands to an ache, then starts to feel so, so good.
“What if I tried to run away?” I yank on my trapped wrists. Stupid fur, I want it to hurt a bit, to mirror the way he’s stretching me on his cock.
“I’ll catch you. I’ll always find you.”
Then he’s going deeper, harder, and I can’t believe I’m having him inside me.
“That’s it. That’s all of it.” He’s even bigger than I could have believed, stuffing me full to bursting.
“You’re being such a good girl for me. Taking your stalker’s cock. Accepting my entire length into your hot, tight, pure little body. You feel perfect. You were made for me to fuck.”
“Release me,” I beg. And I genuinely couldn’t tell you whether I mean release the restraints so I can touch him, or release the sexual tension that’s unbearable between my legs. One thing is for sure. I don’t mean for him to allow me to leave.
“Never. Just like I stalked you and watched you without your permission, I’m going to take you too. I protected you, because you’re mine. You know that, right? You’re. Mine. You. Are. Mine.”
He punctuates those possessive statements with harsh thrusts of his hips that invade my body in the best way, hitting my cervix.
“I’m going to breed you.”
The spike of pleasure is full body. I don’t know where it originates, it feels like it’s between my mind and my clit, but it equally could be my heart. I’ve never been so aware of my nipples. They’re crying out for Kane’s mouth. For his vicious fingers.
“Please.” I can’t grab his hand and urge him to where I need him. All I have is my words and this twisted game we’re playing. “My breasts. I…”
The right phrase to make him do as I ask evades me, but Kane understands. With a snarl, he brings his head to my chest and attacks.
I cry out at the combination of pain and pleasure that spikes to my core. He’s not gentle, he’s harsh and rough. Earlier, he was being careful with me, I realise. But this is Kane uncontrolled, snatching up all the good things.
And it’s me. For him, I am the good things.
The sheer joy of it has every nerve ending singing.
Meanwhile, with my attention on the way he’s mauled my breasts, he’s worked me open further. He’s sawing into my passage, and I’m discovering a whole new ecstasy of the long thick length of him rubbing some place inside me and showering sparks outwards.
“Don’t use me like a doll for your own pleasure, fucking me into the mattress against my will, making me come over and over.” There’s a freedom I didn’t expect in begging him to stop and him taking what he wants, anyway. This cannot be my fault. I cannot be held responsible for any of this, either his enjoyment or mine.
“That’s my good girl,” he says around a bite and then a suck on my nipple.
And yet, he is telling me I’m doing it right. The wiring in my brain must be all criss-crossed and jumbled. Because being toldthat I’m a good girl while being free of any culpability is magic. My body is trembling with pleasure from the tips of my toes to where my scalp is deliciously sensitive from Kane pulling my hair.
“Oh fuck, the way you take me, angel. Your hot tight pussy is heaven.” His voice is low and hoarse, like he’s overcome with the feel of me.
“Stop,” I plead. It’s too much, and not enough. I’m vibrating everywhere, on the point of crying it’s so good. I don’t control this. “You’re going to make me come all over your cock.”
“Yes.” He increases his pace and I sob. “Look into my eyes and come, Lily.”
