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My breath catches so hard I almost black out. Zedd yanked me out of a vivid dream into a fantasy, and for a moment I lose track of what’s real and what isn’t, what’s in my mind and what’s in my body.
And Zedd just confirmed that his cock is going to be in my body soon.
Somehow I manage to nod. Zedd takes his paw off my face, then turns me towards him, drawing me into his body. I cuddle up instinctively, burrowing into his huge chest, inhaling his heavy musk. The aroma of clean sweat and dried semen conjures an image of Zedd alone in his hotel room, fisting his frustrated cock, spurting all over the place as sweat oozes from every pore.
I gulp back the vestiges of the fear that ripped through me when he came in like a killer in the night, dragged me from the dreamworld into his world.
Our world.
“You . . . you’re going to fuck me?” My voice is a low whisper, my eyes wide in the darkness, riveted down along the thick muscles of his ripped body, down to the enormous piston of a cock pressed against the top of my smooth mound, stretching all the way to my boobs, it’s so damn long. “You’ve changed your mind about us? Oh, Zedd, we’ll find a way to be together. I know it. Maybe Father will come around. Maybe he can break off the arrangement without starting a war. Or . . . or maybe we really can disappear together, leave the country, go to—”
My words are stuffed back down my throat as Zedd clamps his palm over my mouth again. His eyes are shining with an eerie dark green light, but behind the madness I see the man.
The man who really does love me.
Zedd smiles, leans in and kisses me gently on the forehead even though I feel the dangerous desire simmering in him. “None of that can happen. But what also can’t happen is me letting another man take what’s mine before I claim it the way I want, the way I need.” The smile fades as Zedd’s gaze drags down past my covered breasts to my exposed sex. “And that pussy is mine. I’m not strong enough to walk away without tasting it, without stretching it, without filling it, without owning it.” He flicks that deadly gaze back up to my eyes. “So I’m going to fuck you tonight. All night. As many times as you can take me. As hard as you can handle.” He’s panting now, his chest heaving as his cock flexes and slaps against my belly, a sticky trail of fresh pre-cum stretching from my skin to its head. “If you still want me to be your first. Do you?”
My eyes are wide, my head spinning from his directness. He takes his hand away from my mouth, and I suck in a breath and nod. “Y-yes,” I stammer. “I do, Zedd. But . . . but what happens after tonight? Will I see you again?”
Zedd’s grizzled face breaks into a dangerous grin. “Don’t know, Princess. Haven’t worked it all out yet. All I know is that I need to workthisout first. I’m a ticking time-bomb, and there’s no kill-switch on what I need.” He kisses my lips, strokes my cheeks, then runs his rough hand down to where my nightshirt barely covers my boobs. “So take this off. Come on. Up over your head.”
I sit up just enough for Zedd to pull my nightshirt up over my head. He groans when my boobs pop into view. Zedd cups my globes in his big hands, squeezing so hard my back arches and my nipples ache. He pinches each nipple hard, twists until I cry out, then suddenly takes his hands away and smacks my boobs with shocking speed, making me gasp in surprise, whimper in pain.
He smothers my whimper with a ferocious kiss, and now Zedd sits upright and slides his hands under my ass and lifts me clean off the bed and places me on his lap. I feel light like a feather in his strong arms, and it’s so comforting I sigh.
Zedd massages my ass, kisses me gently, then rougher. “Straddle my waist, wrap your legs around me, get my cock up between us, Princess, lengthwise against your slit.” He looks down between us, licks his lips and groans. “Oh, fuck, it’s so pretty. All smooth and plump, but it looks too tight, Princess. We’ll have to ease you open, stretch you carefully.” He grinds his teeth, kneads my ass, moves me up and down on his lap so his upright cock rubs lengthwise against my slit, drawing forth my wetness until I’m coated and slick, my pussy already opening up to reveal its pink readiness which looks dark red in the night. “Fuck, I think you’re already getting there, baby. See, your little hole knows it’s mine. No way is Ralph Romero ever getting close to this. Your pussy will close up like a zipper if his dick tries to enter my territory.” He takes my hand, guides it down between us until I’m gripping his shaft, massaging his balls, making him groan, making myself gush with excitement from feeling how aroused he is for me.
For me.
Oh, God, I’m totally his.
Nobody else is going to touch me.
I know it already, and so does my pussy.
Not sure how that’s possible, but anything seems possible when I’m in Zedd’s arms, enveloped by his warmth, swaddled in his love.
Owned by his sex.
“Yeah, he’s never getting his dick anywhere close to you.” Zedd’s voice is thick as I jerk him slowly up and down, cup his balls which are so big they make my fingers seem small and girlish. “There’s no way I can allow him to touch you. It’s just not in me. I’m not that honorable knight who can walk away. I own you, and if I can’t have you, no other man can have you either.”
My throat tightens at his words.
For a mad moment I wonder if he’s going to fuck me and then kill me.
And somehow the dark thought makes me grip his cock tighter, whimper as he slides his fingers down along my slit and teases my seam open, licking his lips and cracking a wicked grin.
“Don’t worry, I’m not that kind of psycho,” he murmurs when he sees the fear flash in my eyes. “I’m going to kill him, not you, baby. That’s when you’ll see me again. On your wedding day, right after you take your vows, right after Ralph Romero kisses the bride.” Zedd grabs my left breast, clamps down on my nipple, twists hard. I gasp at the raw rage I feel in him. Is it because he just thought of another man kissing me? Shit, why does that sort of violent possessiveness turn me on? Am I as twisted as he is?
Am I maybeworsethan he is?
Obviously he’s just playing out a fantasy, but the thought of Zedd killing a man for touching me makes me wet like a whore, sticky like a slut, hot like a harlot in hell. “You’re going to kill Ralph RomeroafterI marry him?”
He growls out a tortured yes, then pushes me down onto my back, smacks my boobs and yanks my thighs apart. He’s big like a bull but graceful like a panther, and suddenly Zedd is crouched between my legs, bending my knees and spreading me wide, his hot breath against my cool wet hairless pussy, his thumbs carefully spreading my slit. “Yeah, you’ll be a widow who’s never been fucked by anyone but me, neverwillbe fucked by anyone but me. You’ll be part of the Romero Family, which means the alliance might still hold. You’ll be told to wear black and remain celibate the rest of your life. They’ll call you the virgin widow. You’ll be a legend.”
I giggle, then gasp when Zedd pulls up the little hood hiding my clit and taps his tongue on my sensitive nub. Waves of raw ecstasy flood me. Wetness gushes from my slit, and immediately Zedd is lapping at my pussy, drinking like a wolf at a waterfall. “Oh, fuck, you’re getting close, baby. Almost there. Let me take a look.” He spreads my vagina with his thumbs, careful and gentle, like I’m precious treasure, a delicate piece of art. “Still too tight, but I can’t hold back any longer. You’re going to have to stretch for my cock.”
My throat tightens with a gulp of fear. Zedd felt huge when I touched him through his pants earlier that day. But right now his cock looks formidably large, big like a torpedo. My fingers didn’t go all the way around as I stroked his naked dick. Which means he’s about twice as thick as a tennis racket handle. Is my pussy really designed to stretch that wide?
