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“Thank you,” I whispered, my heart swelling with emotion. My husband would always take care of me. He would never allow me to be hurt by anyone ever again.
His weight lifted off me briefly, and I heard a foil packet tear. A small pulse of relief relaxed me further. He was using a condom. I cared deeply about my husband—so deeply that the intensity of my feelings scared me a little—but I wasn’t ready to have a child. We were only just getting to know one another. It was too soon to even contemplate starting a family.
Even as I dismissed the possibility, my heart squeezed. What would it be like to have a family of my own, one that was filled with love and care, not cruelty and coldness?
Love. Yes, I dared to want it. I wanted to be loved, and the prospect was terrifying. I’d never been more vulnerable than I was in this moment, tied down and blindfolded, utterly helpless to resist Sebastián in so many ways.
I took a deep breath and settled into my decision: I would trust him. I would give him everything.
His thumb traced my parted lips, awakening tingling sparks on my soft skin.
“So beautiful,” he rumbled, something like awe roughening his tone. “My pretty bride.”
A delighted shiver rolled through me. Yes, I was his. This marriage wasn’t a punishment; it was the greatest gift I ever could’ve asked for. One I never dared to even dream of.
“I want you,” I whispered, lifting my face to seek his kiss. “Take me, Sebastián.”
His weight settled over me, and I parted my legs in invitation. His cock rubbed my slit, gathering up the wetness of my orgasm to ease his entry. Pressure pinched my core as he slowly penetrated me, taking my virginity. I welcomed the twinge of pain, and the tears that wet my blindfold were shed in joy at our union. As he filled and stretched my tight channel, a sense of completion settled over me, our bodies bound in the closest way possible. We were truly married now. I was his, and he was mine.
My muscles contracted around the huge intrusion as he entered me to the hilt, and he stilled inside me. His lips captured mine in a fierce kiss, soothing away my soft whimpers of pain as my body began to surrender to him. He reached between us to caress my breasts, toying with my nipples until sizzling lines of pleasure crackled down to my core. I relaxed on a sigh, and he began to move within me, slowly at first, then faster as my whimpers turned into moans.
He hissed in a breath, struggling to restrain himself. I didn’t want him to hold anything back from me. I wanted him to unleash his full savagery upon me, to claim me completely.
I lifted my hips to meet his steady thrusts, and he pushed impossibly deeper. When he began to ease back again, his cockhead rubbed over a sensitive spot inside me, and a lightning strike of ecstasy arched my back. I cried out into his mouth, and he released a predatory snarl as he hit the spot again, increasing his pace. My legs wrapped around his hips, my heels digging into his sculpted ass to pull him deeper, urging him to take me more roughly.
His lips tore from mine, and he released my name on a rough shout as he fully unleashed himself. He drove into me fast and hard, hitting that pleasure spot over and over again. I raced toward my climax, and as my inner walls began to contract around him, his mouth crashed down on mine. He growled his release, and I tasted his pleasure, devouring the sound. His cock pulsed inside me, and I screamed his name against his lips as my own pleasure crested.
His weight dropped more heavily on me, pressing my shaking and sated body deeper into the mattress. His forehead rested on mine, and we exchanged ragged breaths as we both slowly came down from our high.
A soft whimper of loss tugged from my chest when he carefully pulled out of my sore sex. I didn’t want to be parted from him. I wanted to hold him, to look into his eyes.
But when he tugged at the bindings on my wrists, freeing me at last, I couldn’t summon up the strength to reach for him. My limbs were so heavy, and even when he removed the blindfold, opening my eyes seemed to take too much energy. Lethargy rolled over me, and he lifted me in his strong arms. I pressed my face against his chest, trailing lust-drunk kisses along his collarbone. He shuddered but held me firmly.
“Where are we going?” I asked, the words slurring slightly with blissful fatigue.
“Your room,” he replied, his own voice heavy with exhaustion.
