She adjusted fast, learning to breathe through her nose. Eventually, she started matching my rhythm.
Let’s see how far my little lamb will go.
I drove a bit deeper and stopped, holding my position. Her fingers dug into my thighs, her body tensing from the lack of air.
“That’s it,” I growled. “That’s my good little lamb, taking my cock in your throat.”
She squeezed her eyes tight but didn’t try to pull away. “Trust me, Lacey. I’ll never give you more than you can take.”
Her shoulders eased a fraction, though her toes were curling tight.
“That’s my queen,” I said roughly, “letting her king fuck her throat.”
I pushed a little deeper, savoring the tight, wet heat clenching around me. All the while, her thighs trembled, her nails biting into my skin.
She’d hit her limit. I pulled out, watching the strings of spit connect us before she gasped for air.
I lifted her and spun her toward the wall, slapping her palms around the stainless steel grab bar.
“Don’t let go.”
Panting, she gripped it like her life depended on it. She arched her back until her perfect ass was high in the air—offering herself up to me without even knowing what the sight of it did to me.
Fuck, the compulsion to thrust myself into that untouched hole was brutal. I wanted to pop that cherry and take the last of her innocence. Not tonight. But soon.
I lined up and drove into her pussy from behind in one hard, ruthless thrust.
Instead of a scream this time, she let out a high, breathy moan that sent electricity ripping through my spine.
I wrapped my arms around her, pinching her nipples between my fingers and rolling them until she squeaked.
“You’re made for me, wife. Made for me to bend…to break…to take.”
Her body clenched around me, her hips pushing back into every stroke like she was desperate to be filled. My pace quickened. Soon my cock was pounding into her over and over, water sheeting off our skin and splashing onto the tile.
I bit into the curve of her shoulder, tasting soap, water, and the faint tang of iron. She yelped but didn’t lose her grip on the bar. I traced the bite mark with my tongue to soothe the sting.
I skimmed my hands down her slick torso, slipped them between her thighs, and parted her lips, my fingers teasing her swollen clit.
Her moan pitched higher. I timed every grind of my fingers to match each brutal drive of my cock. She’d be sore tomorrow—hell, she’d feel me for days—but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. The way she was giving herself over to me made me feral.
Her whimpers became ragged little cries, the kind that crawled under my skin and dragged me toward the edge. She ground herclit against my fingers and then shattered with a scream that tore out of her chest.
The sound broke me. I exploded inside her, jerking against her with every spurt. I continued driving into her until both our bodies were spent.
After a few heartbeats, she went limp. I caught her before she could collapse, pulling out as cum dripped down her thigh. I held her against me for a moment, letting the spray wash us both clean before pulling her out of the shower.
I carried her to the small dry sauna in the corner of the en suite and hit the switch. The cedar box hummed to life and quickly started heating up. I settled onto the bench with her on my lap, brushing my hand in slow circles over her back. She curled up against my chest, already falling asleep.
My feisty little dancer had taken everything I’d given her tonight.
I toweled us off as much as I could while the air grew hotter. Soon my muscles relaxed against the seat. I could’ve sat there for hours with her in my arms.
Since the morning I’d left her here in my apartment to heal, I’d barely slept. I’d stayed holed up in Rory’s extra bedroom between hunting trips. Rage had driven me, kept me moving, kept my hands busy. I’d made the streets run red with Salvadoran blood as I’d ripped Delgado’s network apart piece by piece. The bodies I’d left behind didn’t make up for what they’d been getting ready to do to her, the blood they’d spilled from her thigh. But they were a start.
When Dr. St. Clair had told me Lacey was finally strong enough to make her own decisions, I’d given her a choice. I’d wanted her to pick me, but I hadn’t expected it. Marrying me had never been her best option. But after tonight…
It knew for certain it had beenmybest option.
