ing god. My throat aches from the scream he rips from my throat. This time my orgasm is painful, tearing me apart, piece by agonizing piece. Dominic is still moving, still reaching for his climax, and no, I can’t take it—oh oh, I come again with bone-shattering force. My breath is yanked out of my body at the feeling of him coming deep inside me, hotter than hot, leaving the very essence of him buried within me. As Dominic buries his head in my neck, exhaling my name, something about the moment gathers up all those pieces of me together and makes me whole in a new, infinitely precious way.
***
Dominic
I can’t move. I don’t want to move. My arm trembles, shit, I’m still holding her wrists tight, pressing them into the bed. I shift, careful not to allow my full weight to fall on Regina. She’s already deep in sleep. I give in to need and run my finger over her luscious swollen lips.
It happens again, that weird twisting thing in my chest. What is that? A sigh escapes between her parted lips. My cock jumps from deep inside her and I want her all over again. Only it’s selfish, she needs a minute. Yet I still can’t pull out, can’t leave the heaven I found inside her. It’s that thought that makes me move. No, back away slowly from that. Rein it in. Maintain control, for her and me.
Slowly, carefully I move, unwrapping her legs from around me, pulling out of her. She murmurs in her sleep as her body gives me up. The sight of the blood rocks me to my core. Breathe, it hurt her but in the end it wasn’t bad. She came twice when I was inside her. It doesn’t help—the idea of hurting her, of causing her pain has my cock limp as I go into the bathroom. I give in and jump into the shower for a quick wash. When I’m done I dry off then grab a washcloth, getting it nice and wet with hot water.
Back in the bedroom, I gently clean her up. Wincing at the blood on the sheets. Fuck. No wonder it hurt. Fucking Johnny. He can have the damn sheets, but Regina won’t be there to endure them being shown. It’s a stupid fucking tradition that should have died out a long time ago.
Grateful for the big-ass bed, I pull the covers away from the other side of the bed and draw Regina into my arms. With a happy little sigh she burrows into me. I can’t wipe the smile off my face at the happiness floating through me. It’s a little weird, it isn’t something I’ve felt often, and only briefly.
Content to simply hold her, I run my hand through her long, silky hair as I wonder why this time with Regina was the best I’ve ever had. There have been many women, so many I’ve lost track. It isn’t something I’m proud of. I never looked at women as notches—it was usually the other way around. Women who knew who I was thought it was a thrill to fuck me. I’d had rough, dirty, filthy sex, a few times I was positive I’d never have it better.
Yet nothing came close to what I just experienced with Regina. Christ, to call it sex, fucking even was blasphemous—but wouldn’t it also be wrong to call it making love when it couldn’t be? I shiver at the mere thought of it. This marriage, I’ll do everything I can to make it work. It will, it can, without love. Without such a messy, fucked-up emotion, that would do no good to either of us and only cause pain.
I care about Regina. I want to make her happy. When she’s upset it fucks with me. The tears she cried last night, fuck, I wanted to break the world down around me. I’ll do everything in my power to never see her cry again.
If she thinks she’s in love with me it will only make things worse. If I do something stupid like fall in love with her then we’re both lost. I can’t be that weak, give up my control, my power. No. I need it, I need it to keep the both of us safe. My world is too dangerous to become weak enough to fall in love.
18
Regina
I wake up to the sound of the shower in the bathroom. The door is open. Carefully, I sit up. A small shiver goes through me at all the aches and tingling running through me. Wow, eyes rolling in the back of my head, check and double check.
A glance at the clock on the side of the bed tells me it’s almost five in the morning. Hm, poor Dominic’s schedule is all off. With the ceremony yesterday during the time he was usually asleep.
I’m drawn to the shower, not wanting to be in bed alone a minute longer. With only one step inside the large bathroom, I feel Dominic’s eyes on me. The shower is big enough for four people, with a rain showerhead hanging over the middle of it and a row of body jets. He opens the shower door with a knowing smile. Stepping into the shower, I go down on my knees without a word.
Dominic sighs as I take him into my hands. I can’t believe all of this was inside me. Mm, so good. I work to get more of him inside my mouth as I tease the underside of his thick head, stroking what I can’t take. I want to go slow only neither of us is able to. It feels like it’s only minutes before Dominic pulls out of my mouth and comes across my chest. He laughs at my annoyance.
“That was very wasteful, dear husband.” I groan as he pulls me off my knees, into his arms.
His kiss is slow and thorough. “I have a tendency to be wasteful when I have more than you can ever take in a day, dear wife.”
“It’s like that, hm?”
“Very much so.”
He cleans me with long, languid strokes until I’m begging for more.
“You want my cock, sweetness?”
“Yes, please.”
“I need you to say it. I need you to beg me to fuck you. I need to hear you beg for it. My shy, sweet virgin no more, who couldn’t bring herself to say fuck two weeks ago.”
A twinge of...I don’t know what hits me at the way he’s chuckling at how I couldn’t bring myself to say the word. No, I hadn’t been able to. He was talking about an us that hadn’t existed at that moment. At the time I still believed I was in love with Richard, still believed I was going to wait until my wedding night with my chosen husband who would make love to me. It would be because of love, not out of— Oh god, Dominic’s fingers are inside me, driving all thought out of me.
“Say it, sweetness.”
I give up and into him, needing him any way I could get him. “Fuck me, Dominic. Please fuck me.”
Dominic growls low in his throat. I don’t have to ask twice. He’s pulling me onto his lap as he sits down on the large wooden bench. Holy shit, he’s deeper, feels bigger in this position. The burning sensation is back in a different way. He’s big, so damn big. My head goes back, his mouth is on my neck, nipping at the skin, sending electric shocks straight to my clitoris.