What happened to him?
I stuck my lips firmly together, knowing I would never receive a response or explanation. Alois may want me as his wife, but he didn’t want me as a confidant or friend. Which was fine, because I wanted him as none of those things.
I was distracted from my thoughts as Alois’ rough palms traced up my legs from my ankles, rubbing my knees before settling on my inner thighs. He grasped one in each hand before pushing me impossibly wider, my hips screamed in protest, the lips of my pussy separating with the movement.
“There she is,” he growled, his hot breath fanning over my exposed sex. I involuntarily clenched in response.
Alois hummed.
“Leave your legs like this,” he instructed before removing his hands from my thighs. A singular finger traced my outer lips completely before moving to circle my inner lips. His touch was featherlight, almost nonexistent, and a bit of my arousal returned.
“So responsive,” he mumbled as he continued his absent ministrations. That same finger found my clit, circling it twice as I gasped at the sensation, before gently trailing over each of my openings.
Suddenly, with no warning, Alois shoved his wandering finger into my center up to his knuckle.
I gasped and cried out at the sudden intrusion, my fingers clenching the sheets.
“Tight. Too tight,” he said quietly as he began to thrust his singular digit in and out of my cunt.
A second finger joined the first and I cried out again from the intrusion, a stinging pain radiating from where his body was connected with mine.
“Relax, wife. I’m just loosening you up to take me.”
Easier said than done.
I panted, desperately trying to breathe through the sting as his fingers continued to thrust and explore. He twisted his wrist, reaching a different angle, and I writhed as his knuckles seemed to push against my inner walls. Alois’ other hand came to rest on my belly, holding me in place.
He pushed his fingers in further, and I clamped down, trying to wiggle away from the intrusion.
“Hold still, Ellowyn. You’re still intact. I have to break your hymen, and It’ll hurt less if I do it now than if I used my cock.” Alois muttered something before I felt him stretch his fingers inside again. There was a sharp pinch of pain, and I gritted my teeth, hands fisting the bedsheets.
Why couldn’t Torin have broken that? He would’ve been . . . gentler.
An ache bloomed in my chest as I thought about my ex-fiancé. This moment should have been his—thismarriageshould have been his.
I suddenly, deeply, regretted my choice.
By any means necessarysounded more like a death knell than a mantra.
Tears pricked against the back of my eyelids as Alois continued loosening me for his cock.
If I close my eyes, I can imagine it’s Torin.
Alois’ hand left my stomach to catch the tears falling in earnest. “The pain will be over soon. In fact, you should start to feel some pleasure now.”
He said it so clinically—like he wasn’t taking my virginity, wasn’t having sex with his wife for the first time.
So unlike Torin.
No matter how detached Alois behaved, he was right; slowly, I felt pleasure begin to unfurl in my belly, a heat building in my core as wetness coated Alois’ fingers. A low moan slipped unbidden as I rocked my hips down to meet each thrust of his fingers.
“There you go, wife. There you go,” Alois husked, his fingers picking up pace as a slick sound filled the bedroom. “Creaming all over my hand. I bet you’re ready for my cock now.”
Alois withdrew his fingers and I groaned at the loss of them, the fire I was chasing previously dying down to smolder again. He brought the two digits to his mouth, coated in blood and arousal, and sucked. He hummed deeply, his eyes whizzing wildly, before he removed his fingers from his mouth with a slight frown.
I sat up, prepared to ask what was wrong, but the moment passed, and Alois motioned for me to lie back down, as his eyes stilled once more.
My husband positioned himself above me, his hard dick hanging between his thighs so the tip was resting against my mound. As I suspected, he was above average in both length and width.