Page 32 of Bound to the EMT

Her body quakes against mine as she runs her hand over my cheek, peering deep into my eyes. “Please, Branson. Help me. Help me believe we can make it.”

My cock pulses at her delicate insistence, but I have to know for sure she understands what she’s asking. “I’m not always a gentle man. I’ll do my best to temper my need for you until you’re more comfortable, but you have to understand that I long to consume you, to drag you down from your palace and into my depths of depravity.”

Arousal swirls off of her body at my words, confirming what I knew all along. She is perfect for me. I just have to convince her of that fact.

After a few moments, she glances away as she twiddles her thumbs. “I- I have a request.”

“Anything, Princess.”

“It’s rather silly, and probably illegal...” she hedges, refusing to meet my gaze.

“Sounds delightful. Now I really have to know.”

“C- can you make me?”

“Make you what? There are a lot of things I can make you do.”

“I don’t want it to be my fault, but I want to rid myself of this last chain linking me to my mother. I just don’t think I can ever get rid of it willingly.”

My heart stops for a moment as I mull over her words. “I want to make sure I’m very clear on what you’re asking. You want me to force myself on you.”

“Yes?”

“Anything off limits?”

“I- I don’t think so.”

“Oh, my poor, naïve, little wife. You should have never said that. I would say run, but then, where would you go?”

Something snaps in my brain, something feral and depraved. As much as she wants me to force her virginity from her body, I’m not a heartless man. I actually care about her enjoyment. To a point.

“Am I going to regret this?” Her breathless query slams into me, making my cock pulse beneath the confines of my sweatpants.

“Most definitely. But first, I need supplies, and you’re coming with me. Can’t keep you tied up without any supervision.” Rising from the floor, I bend down and throw her over my shoulder, growling at her startled squeak.

“P- put me down, you ruffian,” she cries out halfheartedly while smacking my back with her palms.

She’s playing now, but she won’t be once I truss her up to the bed and make her helpless to my desires. With a gentle flip, I toss her onto the bed and straddle her, caging her thighs with my hips. Her eyes widen as her nostrils flare.

Fear poisons the air, but underneath, a current of need eddies over her body, making my mouth water and precum well up to my tip. Acrid and sweet. Char and sugar. Terror and arousal mix into one until I can no longer tell the scents apart—just an unholy amalgamation of desire and panic.

Her soft gasps as I grip the front of her expensive gown zip down my spine and settle into my balls, making them clench so hard it nearly steals my breath. With each piece I pull off of her, smooth, creamy skin becomes exposed to my gaze. As I continue to peel the fabric away from her curves, the delicate red flushing over her face dips down to the swell of her breasts, pinkening her skin.

Unable to resist the siren call of her body anymore, I bend over and kiss the column of her neck. Her soft sighs and virginal cries fill my head, muddying my senses as I trail down toward her breasts. Whether she realizes it or not, she arches up into my touch, thrusting her chest into my face.

I continue to strip her, tearing the fabric away in haphazard clumps littering the bed and floor. She’ll never need another wedding gown ever again. From that instant, I know she’ll be my one and only.

It’s not just the genetics.

It’s not just the Governing body.

For the first time in my life, I feel at home. I feel like I belong.

Her body curves against mine, fitting as if made for me. The alluring cry of her moans as I skim the tops of her breasts with my lips draws me forward, begging me to make her mine in every way. My teeth itch as I avoid her shoulder even though the need to claim her, to take her away from all the hurt and pain, beats at my chest.

I can’t betray her this way. I refuse.

Pulling back, I continue to rip the dress from her body, reveling in the soft shrieks dripping from her lips. I know now that I’ll need to rethink where we’re going to live after this because I’ll make even more cries of passion wring from her body until the neighbors demand I show she’s okay.