A tear crawled down her cheek, landing on her full bottom lip. Seeing it shouldn’t have pleased me as much as it did, but I always did enjoy the sight of suffering. Especially on someone so fucking beautiful.
My hand moved down to her clit, rubbing it and making her wetter. I knew this hurt her, but she was strong enough to handle it.
“You can take it, baby,” I murmured, pressing my lips to her back while I slightly rocked, letting her get used to the feeling of being stretched. “You were made for me. You can handle it.”
She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply.
“Look at me, Eva.”
Her eyes fluttered open, chocolate meeting mine with steady resolve.That’s my girl.
“Don’t look away. Look at me. Tell me if you want me to stop.”
She nodded, inhaling one more time. “I don’t want you to stop.”
I gave her a second to change her mind, but she only seemed to become more determined, her hands pressing hard into my back as if to move me herself. I withdrew my length only to slowly push it back in even further.
She hissed, but this time, I didn’t stop, continuing to move in and out of her while my hands roamed her body. "You feel so good. So good, pretty girl. You’re so fuckingperfect,Evangeline."
I looked down at her determined expression and almost smiled. "Who do you belong to?"
"Y-you."
“That’s right,” I said, stroking her cheek where another tear had escaped. “You’re mine. You can take all of me. You’re doing so well.Fuck,Eva. You’re so fucking tight.”
A hint of a moan lined the breath she let out when I thrust again, feeling myself bottom out into her. “Is that a good thing?” she asked.
"It's fucking incredible."
When her face finally slackened, all hints of her wincing gone, I increased my rhythm, going faster and faster and faster until I was slamming into her. Eva’s body rocked, but she held onto my body even when I could tell the pain was assaulting her from every angle.
In and out, I pounded into her soaking pussy while her moans and my grunts filled the air.
I leaned forward, shifting our angle slightly. Inch by rock-hard inch, I drove into her like an animal. Our skin slapped together, my balls hitting her with force, and I could feel myselfbecoming more beast than man. A primal thing that cared only about fuckingmywoman.
Soon, every one of Eva’s breaths was either a whimper or a moan, the little sounds driving me even more wild. I loved how fucking vocal she was, how she let the pleasure consume her completely. I committed the music to my memory, vowing to replay it over and over in my head until I died.
When Eva bit her lip, I snarled and reached forward, gripping her jaw so tightly she gasped. My fingers ripped her bottom lip free. "Don't youeverhold back those pretty little sounds from me. I want to hear you scream my name so everyone knows who is making you feel like this."
“A-Alek,” she whimpered.
I grabbed onto her chin and forced her to look me in the eye, to look at her reflection in the dark void of my irises. “Look at how pretty you look when I fuck you. Look how beautiful you are when you fall apart for me.”
Eva tried to shake her head. Her pretty curls were falling apart against my pillow, her bottom lip was bright red from biting it, mascara was crawling down her cheeks, and her eyes were red from unshed tears. But she’d never looked more incredible than in this moment.
The moment she became mine.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby,” I whispered, letting my cock punctuate each word. “So beautiful. Somine.”
“Yours,” she shuddered before her lips parted, eyes rolling in the back of her head. The orgasm took control of her body. Eva succumbed to it, hands white from where her nails carved into my back while her pussy clamped around me.
A noise of pure ecstasy escaped her. “Alek!”
“Eva,” I groaned before losing myself too, my cock pulsing inside of her, spilling my cum into her, marking her as mine. Thethought of it mixing with her virgin blood, of it coating her pussy while she walked around, was enough to make me hard again.
But I couldn’t. She would be sore after today, and if I took it too far now, I could break her. She might have liked it rough now, but my world still needed easing into.
I pulled out of her, almost moaning at the sight of all our fluids on my cock. Unwilling to wipe any of it away, I put it back into my pants before unbuttoning my shirt. I shrugged off the dark fabric before taking the sleeve and cleaning her as best as I could, wiping away some of the blood stains but leaving my seed to dry there. I was a possessive man, and I wasn’t willing to wipe away any of my marks, which was also why I used my favorite shirt instead of a washcloth.
