I didn’t know how much time had passed before I finally whimpered, “I’m fine… you can move.”
He pulled out and thrust back in, deeper this time. His groan echoed mine, low and guttural. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
The pain was still there. But the pleasure… the pleasure drowned it out. It flooded me.
He started slow, attentive, feeling every response from my body. And when I didn’t stop him, he moved deeper again, not faster, stronger. His rhythm was paced and restrained.I moaned louder with every thrust.He picked up the pace slightly, never losing control, but making sure I felt every inch of him.The sound of him moving inside me filled the room, mixing with my gasps and whimpers.
He had promised to push me to my limits. Promised he’d make me want more, and he was right. He leaned in, bit down on my earlobe, and groaned against my skin.
His hands squeezed my breasts, claiming every part of me without hesitation. My body wrapped around him, tightening from the inside. My moans turned into broken cries, my legs trembling, my arms clinging to his back.
And then it happened. A hot rush deep inside me, thick, pulsing, followed by Carlo’s deep, drawn-out groan. He came with force, and that was all it took to tip me over the edge. My orgasm exploded through me, shaking me to the core.
I screamed, my entire body convulsing as the pleasure ripped through me like a storm. I shook so wild I rolled us over, collapsing on top of him, still twitching from aftershocks. His hands stayed on me, holding my breasts, anchoring me while I came down from the high.
When I could finally breathe, when I opened my eyes, I realized he’d kept his promise. I was thoroughly, completely wrecked. Satisfied. Ruined. His.
Carlo laid me down gently on the sheets, then sat at the edge of the bed and reached for a small mirror. He held it up, showing me.My pussy, pink, swollen, and stained with my virginity blood and coated with white. A single trail of it ran toward my ass. Proof of everything that had happened. Of everything I’d given him. Of everything he’d claimed.
I couldn’t help but glance at Carlo’s cock, still slick with my virginity blood and God, it was beautiful. A sigh slipped from my lips as I reached for him, unable to look away. He set the mirror aside, leaned over, and gently pulled me onto his chest.
“Now we’re bound by blood, Emily,” he whispered into my ear, his fingers stroking my hair. “There’s no bond stronger than one sealed with blood.”
I kissed him softly, my eyes closing as I melted into the warmth of his body. For a few minutes, I let myself drift in the quiet, safe, sated, owned. But then, a sudden thought broke through the haze. “I’m not on birth control.”
“I know. It’s fine. You had your period last week. Tomorrow, a doctor will see you.”
“How do you know about my period?”
“I know everything about you.”
I laid my head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. His touch was soft, soothing, his fingertips tracing lazy lines along my spine. And then I let go, drifting into the deepest, most peaceful sleep I’d ever known, lulled by the hands of the man who now owned me completely.
***
I woke to a heavy warmth pressing down on my body. Dazed, disoriented, I blinked slowly as the haze in my mind began to lift. Carlo was above me. His breath was hot against my skin, his lips dragging across my collarbone, trailing lower with every second.
Confusion gave way to awareness when his hand slid between my thighs, inching toward the most sensitive part of me.
“What are you doing? What time is it?” I whimpered.
“It’s four in the morning,” he murmured, brushing a kiss across my cheek. “And I want to run a little experiment on your body.”
He shifted, using his legs to spread mine wider, settling himself between them. Then, without hesitation, he slipped two fingers inside me. The soreness from earlier that night was still there, and I winced.
“I want to see if I can fuck you without any help.”
“Carlo!” I moaned, the only thing I could manage to say.
He bit down on my shoulder, then slid one arm under my back and lifted me with ease, as if I were weightless. He carried me to the couch and set me down, still saying nothing. Then he turned, walked to the far side of the room, and dragged the full-length mirror toward us.
I knelt on the couch, breath uneven, as he positioned himself behind me. The soft glow of the bedside lamp mixed with the silver moonlight spilling in through the floor-to-ceiling terrace windows, casting a light for our reflections to shimmer in the mirror.
From this angle, the difference between us was undeniable. I looked small, delicate. He looked like a shadow wrapped in muscle and control. We were indeed Beauty and the Beast.
He reached out, brushed my hair away from my breasts, then slapped each of them hard, ripping a gasp out of me. His hand trailed lower, fingers teasing the edges of my sex. I shifted slightly, nervous, unsure, until his other arm wrapped around my waist, steadying me.
That’s when I noticed something cold, small, and metallic pressed against my skin. “What is that, Carlo?”
