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Ican’t believe what just happened. My body has been torn apart as if a wild animal was let loose on it. It hurts — everywhere and I can hardly walk. My insides are on fire and my lips are bruised. My head hurts where he pulled my hair, and I can feel the blood trickling between my thighs.
How did I not know that happens? Why didn’t my own mom warn me about that? It hurt like hell, but I loved every minute. I craved it in fact and when the initial pain subsided, I wanted more.
I am wicked. A sinner and yet I have a smile on my face because ofhim.
As I wander toward the door at the end of the room, I can already tell it leads to a fully equipped bathroom. It’s open and the gleaming tub is welcoming me in.
I stare at my refection in the full-length mirror and marvel at how different I look. My hair is tousled and my skin on fire. My lips are swollen and there is bruising on my neck and body. I am bleeding and broken and yet I’m ecstatic. Euphoria is washing away the pain that tells me I’m a woman now.
His woman.
The fact he roared my name as he planted his seed in my womb made me smile. I did that. I pleased him. Me. Innocent Purity Sanders. The virgin from Heaven who was destined to be a man’s wife. I will behiswife and if that’s what’s involved, I’m more than happy about it.
As I run the bath, I empty a bottle of lotion into it and feel slightly alarmed when the foam spills over the edge onto the tiles below. Will he be angry? I’ve messed up the bathroom.
Spying some huge white towels rolled up under the vanity, I grab them and attempt to dry the floor. All it does is cause me to slip and fall heavily on my back, causing me to cry out in pain.
Fuck, that was bad. It’s almost as if I’ve broken something. I’m winded and as I stare up at the ceiling, my own reflection stares back at me.
A mirror. On the ceiling. Whoever thought of that? However, it makes me giggle when I see the woman staring back at me. I did it. I made it happen and I have no regrets at all.
Running my hands over my body, I wonder if it’s changed somehow. It feels a little fuller, more like a woman. Would it happen that fast?
I’m a mess. A bloodied tousled mess and yet I feel more alive than I ever felt in my life. I did it. I made my own decision and I’m convinced it’s the right one.
Gingerly, I use the tub to pull myself up and close off the taps. Aching to dip in the hot sweet water to wash the fluids away. As I lower my body into the tub, I groan with appreciation because this feels so god-damned good.
I submerge myself, allowing the water to wash over my head and it is so peaceful under here. Like a serene land that only I inhabit, and I let the warm water attend my wounds while I remember every delicious second of saying goodbye to my virginity.
Am I pregnant now? Was that the one and only time I will go through that? I am disappointed if it is. Hopeful that it didn’t work so we could try again. It happened the first time for Faith. She grew the result of that, and I wonder what it would be like.
So many thoughts run through my mind as I come to terms with what just happened.
As my body adjusts, my mind does too and it’s with a smile on my face that I creep into the silken sheets and hug the soft pillow, drifting off to a delicious dream where everything in my life is perfect.
* * *
I’m wokenby a soft touch to my face and as I open a weary eye, I see Killian staring into my eyes with a darkly intense expression.
“Bellissima, Bella.” He says huskily, stroking my face gently and gazing at me with a turbulent expression.
My breath hitches as I stare at him openly and he smooths the hair away from my face and whispers, “You are sleeping so peacefully, it is a shame to wake you.”
“What time is it?”
I make to sit but he presses me down against the pillows and tosses the silk sheets to one side.
I blink in surprise as he lifts the satin slip I am wearing in the absence of the cotton nightdress and exposes my tortured body to his lustful eye. He obviously approves of the damage he inflicted because his hand strokes my body with an ownership that doesn’t escape me and he says huskily, “I love seeing my mark on your skin.”
I don’t know what to say because his words should be waving red flags in my direction, but all I do is shiver with excitement.
He bends his lips to kiss my abdomen and inhales deeply, causing me to squirm a little. He is so intense, like an animal as he gazes the length of my body with proud ownership.
“Are you sore?” He asks in a soft voice, and I shake my head. “A little but the bath helped.”
He strokes my skin and then eases my legs gently apart and I gasp as his head nestles between my thighs and he takes a long swipe with his tongue, flicking my clit and sucking it gently into his mouth.
“Oh God.” I cry out as my legs tremble and my breath deserts me because so many sensuous sensations are passing through me right now.
