Chapter One Hundred and Thitteen
Trian spread my legs wide, until I was completely vulnerable to him, I tried hiding away from him once again but
he wouldn’t have that.
That was the thing about Trian, he doesn’t asks for things, he demands for them, yet I knew all I had to say was a word and he would stop, but I couldn’t say the word, every right I had to make decisions about my own life had been taken from me by the Empresses, but this time I wanted this, I wanted him to be the one. My first.
He kissed my nipples before taking them into his mouth.
“Trian…” I gasped, but he didn’t stop. His tongue flicked over my hardened nipple while his fingers teased the other. The moment he let go, he took the other into his mouth, repeating the motion. Heat surged through me–I had never craved anything more. Then, he kissed lower.
“When I saw you, walking down that path, looking so fucking beautiful, I couldn’t wait to see you naked.” He whispered, his voice thick with lust and then he took my clit in his mouth. I jerked, moaning, my legs wrapped around his head but he forced them open, holding me down in that position.
“Please.” I begged.
I didn’t know what I was begging for, but Trian did.
“I wish I could be gentle with you, but I’m not sure I can do that, I want to make sure you are ready.”
I could only nod before he slipped a finger inside me, moving in and out while his thumb circled my clit. A loud moan escaped me. Then he added a second finger, stretching and filling me.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he gasped, thrusting his fingers deeper inside me. My back arched as I gripped the sheets–but then he pulled out.
He spread my legs wider, positioning himself between them.
“It will hurt.” He said, and I nodded. He placed a kiss on my lips; his lips glistened with my wetness, and I could taste my own self.
I felt him in my opening, and then he thrust into me.
I cried out as the pain overcame the pleasure; he wasn’t even halfway in yet.
“Relax.” He whispered in my ears.
“It hurts.”
“I know, you need to relax.” He repeated, his fingers stroking my clit and igniting the pleasure; in one unexpected thrust, he was inside. I let out another cry.
“I can stop.” He says, but I quickly shook my head.
“No, don’t stop.”
I could feel him, hard and strong in me, stretching my walls wider than I ever thought they could go; he waited till
I was used to the feeling of him in me, and then he thrust into me. He didn’t go slow, but I could tell he was trying; this didn’t seem to be his style.
“Don’t hold back.” I whispered, I was ready to give him everything; he deserved it all.
He let out a groan, and then he picked up pace, thrusting into me harder; tears slipped down my eyes, but he licked them off my face. With each thrust, he went deeper. He did tell me he was going to ruin me, and I was going
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to let him do that.
He kissed me as his pace quickened; he was hitting all the right spots, forcing my body to feel pleasure even amidst the pain. I let out a moan; my body responded to him; it wanted more… more pain, more pleasure, more of Trian, and he gave all that and so much more; soon I was rocking my hips, trying to match his pace–keyword‘ trying.‘ gods, I was going to be very sore.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he whispered in my ear before gently biting it. My finger dug into his back.
My whole body throbbed; something was happening, something I couldn’t explain.
“Train…”
“Let it out.”
My body grew taut, and then I shattered–stars bursting behind my eyes. Trian didn’t stop, drawing out the pleasure as my body trembled from the aftermath. Two more thrusts, and he came hard, the force of it making me gasp. Slowly, he pulled away. I was so sore, I wasn’t sure I could move.
Trian looked between my legs.
“There’s a lot of blood.” He said, and I thought I saw his eyes turn completely black, but when he looked at me, they were back to their normal color.
He rose from the bed, picking me up gently, even the slightest of movement hurt. “Sorry.” He said to me, “I wanted it; I should be thanking you.” I said, but he shook his head.
“The other way around, actually.”
I would have argued that but I decided to let it go.
