Violent Ends (The Denton Family Legacy 5)

“Strip for me, baby.” He let her go and stepped back. Pulling the curtain closed so they had privacy, he watched her as she removed his jacket.

A Denton always had to be presentable, even when they were in pain.

It had been instilled into him for a long time.

Taking off his tie, he began to unbutton his shirt. All the time, he didn’t look away from her.

There was true beauty in watching her, in seeing her strip down for him.

The shirt went, as did the jeans. He loved the little wiggle she gave.

Standing before him in just a pair of panties and a bra, she was a sight to behold, and the pleasure went straight to his cock.

Wrapping his fingers around the length, he began to work his cock, sliding his hand up and down, watching as she removed her panties and bra.

She waited, hands clasped together.

Catching her hands, he pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her. When she tilted her head back, he kissed her, hearing her moan. He turned her toward the bed, lowering her down, moving her back as he advanced. Not once did they break their lips.

Pushing her against the sheets, he stared down at her, amazed.

This was his wife.

Finally, Emma belonged to him. His love for her had only gotten stronger. He didn’t want to have a life without her.

She wasn’t ready to admit her love for him, but that was fine.

He saw the truth in the way she defended him, how she was willing to give her life for him.

She spread her legs, and rather than just fuck her, he began to kiss down her body. He took his time at her neck, hearing her moan before he moved on. He sucked on each of her nipples, her back arching up for more.

He smiled against her flesh but still didn’t move on.

Gideon made sure to kiss and suck each of her tits in turn before gliding down. When it came to her pussy, he settled between her thighs, opening the lips of her cunt to stare down at her clit and entrance.

So wet already.

Sliding his tongue along the folds, he touched her clit, swirling against the tip. She whimpered. He moved down to her entrance, circling that. Not plundering in her virgin channel. Just taking his time. Letting her get accustomed to his tongue.

Only when she screamed his name did he give her the orgasm she was so desperate for. Hearing her come was the best sound for his wedding night. He was filled with utter bliss.

“Yes, please, yes.”

She struggled against the pleasure, and he moved up her body, his mouth covered in her cream.

She touched his lips, her fingers stroking across them, coated in her release.

Gripping his cock, he slid it between her folds, getting himself nice and wet. He’d never been with a virgin before.

This was all new to him.

He didn’t want to hurt her but knew in order to claim her as his, he didn’t have a choice.

Quick and over?

Or slow, prolonging the pain?

He thrust his hips, plowing into her virgin cunt, tearing through her innocence and claiming her for himself.