I whimper loudly but he ignores me and continues. I can tell that he’s restraining himself, but it still hurts far more than I’d expected. I bite down on a cry of pain.
I practically see white as he enters me fully, his restraint giving way to desire as he slams the last part of himself into me, burying himself to the hilt. Then he stills for a while, letting me get accustomed to his impossible girth, embracing me from behind and finding my breasts. He palms them, grazing the nipples gently until they’ve grown firm, and my arousal causes me to relax enough that his cock actually becomes pleasurable. It throbs in my ass, and then he begins to thrust in and out, as my whimpers of pain turn into moans of arousal.
A heady sort of pleasure envelops me. I’m so aroused I’m sure I’ll leave a large wet spot on the sheets. But still, he doesn’t touch me where I want him most. I knew he wouldn’t. He’s not one tochange his mind. But my body still hoped.
Then I hear him groan in my ear, and his thrusts grow deeper, and faster. Renewed pain pierces through the fog of desire and causes me to tense around him. That only turns him on more. All restraint is gone as he pumps into me, his balls slapping against my ass, his hands threading through my hair. It’s so intense all I can do is lie under him and take it, pain turning to pleasure and back to pain. Then it all muddles into liquid heat that makes my insides curl as he deepens his thrusts, speeding up then shuddering and coming to a standstill. A moment later, thick ropes of cum fill me. He crashes down on top of me, still spasming within me, embraces me passionately, then withdraws, the rest of his cum coating my ass and upper thighs.
He grabs a few tissues from the nightstand, cleans us both, and then lies back on top of me, his arms embracing my helpless body. Some part of me is frustrated, because he didn’t let me come. But a much deeper part revels in the giddy happiness of having given him pleasure. I suddenly understand all those times he seemed so content to make me come without ever giving his own body release.
I close my eyes, the shackles around my wrists making me feel inexplicably safe. Nearly as safe as his warm arms, as he wraps them around my shivering body.
It’s very strange that losing control makes me feel safe. I spent all my life frantically holding on to every thread of control I could as a way to protect myself. And now I have none, and it makes me feel peaceful.
But not for long, as Damien suddenly darts up.
“What is it?” I gasp as all my fears return.
But his smirk as he meets my eye makes me breathe easier.
“Just realized what time it is. Twelve o’clock.”
I stare at him in confusion.
“It’s a new day,” he smiles. “Not your wedding night anymore.Good morning, my sweet bride.”
He pulls my body, still partially immobilized by the handcuffs, to him, and kisses me gently.
“I said you weren’t coming last night, but I didn’t say a thing about this morning,” he murmurs, and as I take in his meaning, my belly tingles with need.
He flips me onto my back and a moment later, I’m moaning loudly as he brings his mouth down on the bundle of nerves between my legs.
A few laps of his tongue on my clit are all it takes for me to come. As I do, he plunges a curled finger into my pussy, and I cry out as the orgasm intensifies, electricity shooting through my bones as he finger-fucks me hard. Then I sag limply against the mattress, but he doesn’t let me off so easily. He keeps going, setting into a rhythm that makes me cry in overstimulation, before the wave starts to build again. It crashes over me, again and again, before he finally shows mercy, his mouth and fingers leaving me as I lie limply on the mattress, my breath coming in quick and heavy.
“How’s that for a wedding morning?” he chuckles, then kisses me deeply, his tongue pushing its way into my mouth and tasting all of me before biting down on my lower lip. The kiss seems to make him hard again, and in spite of my overstimulated state, I find myself wanting more. He seems on the verge of giving in, but then he pulls back regretfully. “We have a long trip ahead of us. We really should get some sleep.”
His words make the fears return, but they’re muddled and vague, lost in the after-waves of my orgasms. Still, they worry me just enough that I don’t insist.
He nestles against me once more.
“Sleep, my darling,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing soothing circles on my back.
Before I know it, I’m obeying him.
19
Damien
Seraphina is sleeping soundly, her head on my chest, the tiniest trickle of drool spilling out of the side of her mouth. I wipe it away gently with my thumb. She looks so sweet like this, so innocent, so fragile. I don’t think I’d ever experienced fear before I met her. But now, I’m well aware of how much I stand to lose.
I hold her to me, breathing her in. There’s something so special at the thought that she’s able to fall asleep on me. I bring her comfort. I like to turn her on, to scare her, even to make her angry when I tease her. But nothing means more than knowing she feels safe with me.
This isn’t the wedding day I wanted to give her. I’m furious at Angel, not just for threatening my girl, but also, for making me run.
I’ve never been one to run before. I hate the very idea. But I can’t take chances with Seraphina.
The minute I’ve brought her to a safe space, though, I will stop running.
I’ll finish this, once and for all. I have to.
