“Louder.” He punctuates the command with a slightly firmer push.
“I am!” I exclaim, feeling something inside me resisting him.
“That’s it. Almost there, Piccola. Just a little more.”
The pressure builds to an unbearable point, and then there’s a sharp, tearing sensation that makes me cry out, my back arching off the rug. Raffaele freezes, buried completely inside me now,his expression fierce with possession and something that might be concern.
“There,” he says, his voice strained. “The worst is over, wife. I’m all the way inside you now.”
I blink away fresh tears, panting as my body adjusts to this… this… invasion. The initial sharp pain fades to a throbbing ache, but there’s something else now. A curious fullness, a sense of completion I’ve never experienced before.
Raffaele remains perfectly still above me, giving me time to adapt. His thumb continues its gentle circles on my clit, sending sparks of pleasure that begin to overshadow the discomfort.
“How does it feel?” he asks, studying my face with predatory intensity. “To have me so deep inside you? To have my cock stretching your virgin cunt?”
“Full,” I answer honestly. “So full.”
His lips curve into a satisfied smile. “Good girl.”
Slowly, carefully, he begins to withdraw from me, and the drag of him against my sensitive inner walls pulls a gasp from my throat. It’s not entirely pleasant, but it’s not the sharp pain from before either.
When he’s completely out, he looks down between our bodies, and I follow his gaze. My breath catches at the sight. His length is hard and glistening with my arousal, but also streaked with blood.
The physical evidence of my virginity, now taken by him. Heat floods my cheeks as mortification and fascination war within me.
“Look at that,” he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Your virgin blood marking me. Do you see it?”
It’s primitive, almost barbaric, and yet, the sight causes an unexpected heat to bloom low in my belly.
“Wow,” I whisper, not sure what else to say while also feeling like that one word encompasses how I feel perfectly.
“Mhmm,” he rasps as he moves down my body, positioning himself between my thighs, and before I can process what he’s doing, his mouth is on me. “Wow, indeed.”
Before I can ask what he’s doing, he licks across my slit, even thrusting his tongue into my opening.
I gasp, my hands flying to his hair. “Raffaele! What—”
“I want to taste everything,” he growls against my sensitive flesh, his eyes flashing up to meet mine with raw hunger. “Your pleasure. Your pain. Even your virgin blood. Everything you give me belongs to me now.”
The sensation of his hot tongue lapping at my most intimate place, knowing he’s tasting the evidence of what we’ve just done, should disgust me. Instead, it sends a shock of dark pleasure racing through my veins.
His tattoos seem to move with each shift of muscle. I’m transfixed by the sight of this powerful, dangerous man between my thighs, claiming me so completely.
“Oh,” I breathe as his tongue finds my sensitive bud again. The pain hasn’t fully subsided, but pleasure is rapidly overtaking it, building with each skilled stroke of his tongue. “Raffaele, please…”
He lifts his head, his mouth glistening in the firelight. “Please, what, wife? Tell me what you need.”
“I need…” The words catch in my throat, my inexperience making me shy despite everything we’ve already shared.
His hand wraps around my thigh, squeezing with just enough pressure to remind me of his strength. “Say it. I want to hear the words from those pretty lips.”
I swallow hard, gathering my courage. “I need you inside me again.”
A slow, predatory smile spreads across his face as he rises over me once more. “As you wish, Mogliettina.”
Raffaele moves until the head of his erection nudges at my entrance again. His eyes lock with mine, dark and predatory in the firelight. “This will be better now,” he promises, his voice a deep rumble that I feel in my very core. “Your body knows me now.”
When he pushes forward this time, there’s still a stretch, still a slight burn, but nothing like the sharp tearing pain from before. Instead, it’s a fullness that makes my breath catch for entirely different reasons.
