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Beginning at his ankles, twin king cobras twist around his body in an intricate pattern. The one leg is covered in jade and purple, each scale delineated and made to look as if it is constricting his long, muscled limbs. The red and black is much the same. I lean closer to see platinum around each scale, highlighting the pattern. At his waist, the serpents intertwine, overlapping in a dance of passion or battle. It’s clear it’s left up to the observer’s interpretation. I decide I want it to be a dance of passion. They drape over his shoulders, their broad heads reared back with fierce snarls meeting in the center of his chest, their fangs bared as they are fighting for dominance. Their eyes gleam with ferocity. Yet I still think it’s a battle of love, or at least I want it to be.
The only part of him not marked is his hard jutting dick rising high past his navel, listing a little to the right.
“Wow.” I snap my mouth closed, looking up into his serious gaze. He seems to be waiting. “May I see your back?” His back is a myriad of colors; jade and purple, black and red for each snake. The pattern is so intricate, yet you can clearly see each serpent, though their bodies are locked together. They are one, but clearly two, different entities.
“Wow.” The awe in my voice is obvious. I never thought I’d date a guy with tattoos, let alone marry one with full body art.
“How long did it take?”
He turns back, his dick losing none of its hardness. He gives me a cryptic smile. “Too long.”
“Why am I just now seeing it?” The fact that he’s been sleeping beside me for over a month and I never saw even a hint of it is a little unnerving. I thought nothing of him coming to bed in his pajamas that covered his entire body.
“It is an old school Takeda tradition. Only our wives see our tattoos. No one is allowed to see us like this outside of our family unit. It is forbidden.” My eyes round, my heart thuds. He is so fucking serious.
His expression intensifies. “If you think about leaving me now, think again, Tay-chan,” he says coolly. There is an undercurrent of something — more of a deeper, unhinged quality to his words, making the hairs on my nape rise. My hind brain sounds the alarm, but I have no intention of leaving him.
“What if you change your mind? Forever is a long time.” Not for a minute do I doubt my loyalty. “Loves stick.” Like my daddy always says. “People get divorced all the time.” I give him a challenge of my own. He’s not the only one who can demand assurance.
His heavy hand presses between my breasts, pushing me back until I’m lying on the cushions. “Takeda’s don’t. Ever.”
He follows me down, his face holding an almost scary intensity. “I knew what you were to me from moment I first laid eyes on you.”
“What’s that?” I manage to squeeze the words out as he settles heavily between my thighs.
“Forever.” He takes my mouth in a long drugging kiss that leaves me panting.
I pepper kisses along his neck, sucking his skin into my mouth. Running my tongue along his bristly jaw, nipping his skin with teasing little bites. I kiss the hard angular planes of his cheeks, his eyelids — everything I can reach. I have this mad desire to show him he was right to place his trust in me. Right to make me his forever.
Long fingers squeeze and plump my breast. He moves lower, kissing the soft sensitive skin between my breasts. I know it for what it is. A promise. He will take care of my heart.
My body responds by curving into the heavy length of him straining into me. He’s notched his hard, hot length at the slick entrance of my pussy. I want to feel all of him.
“Please.” Running my hands down the hard planes of his body, I want him, I want him to make me his in every way. I’m still scared, but I’m ready. I’ve never felt more ready in my life. His back muscles ripple beneath my questing fingers. I grab his hard butt, urging him closer. Fear hammers at me, but I push it aside. I want to be brave for him.
“Shh, greedy girl. I’ve got you.” He grips my face, making me look in his eyes. His intensity steals my breath.
“Keep those pretty eyes on me, little dove. I want to see it all when I make you mine.” He takes his hand, slipping it between us, grabbing his dick, guiding it in.
Pain sears when he presses into my barrier. I’m ready, but his dick is too big. I feel like he’s about to split me in two. I can’t stop the panicked cry escaping my lips or the way I flinch.
He presses and stops. His eyes spark with a dark ferocity, meeting mine. A smile pulls at the corner of his mouth. “I knew it.”
He thrusts hard past the thin barrier of my virginity.
“Ahh.” Tears leak out of the corner of my eyes, rolling into my hair. The sharp burning pain has me bucking, but he presses onward, pinning me to the sofa, making me take every inch of his driving length, refusing to let me move or try to further unseat him.
“Shh, it’s okay.” He presses a little kiss to the top of my forehead. The only indication I have that he’s affected at all is the little hitch in his voice when my muscles spasm around him.
“Fuck.” He bites back the curse. Looking at me, his jaw flexes as he fights his instincts and his darkness to allow me the time to adjust to his massiveness.
“It hurts,” I say. My feelings hurt from the way he held me down and made me take him.
“It supposed to,” he growls. “Pain, blood, ecstasy, wife.”
He shifts. I gasp at the pain. “So take it like a good girl.” Slowly, he withdraws until I can feel only his head at my entrance. “I promise by the time I’m done making your little pussy mine, you’re going to love everything I do to you.”
He looks down between us. “Look how you’ve bled all over my dick like a good little virgin.” He rubs his fingers around his dick where he’s wedged over my pussy lips, taking my arousal blood and starts massage around the tender flesh of my clit. “Bleed kitty, bleed.”
