Page 22 of The Promise Of A Princess

I grab her, pulling her towards my chest. My cock is already hard as I position it in between her clothed cheeks, thrusting my hips up against her.

“Atlis, stop,” she groans, wiggling against me.

“If you want me to stop, that is not how to do it.” I snake my hand under the blanket. Moving the shirt up over her hip, I trail circles onto her ass cheek before dipping my hand lower. “Oh, that’s why you didn’t want me to get in bed. You have no panties on, and you're soaked. All that running should have worn you out, yet all it did was make you wet.”

“No, I’m not.” Her thighs clench my hand, hoping to stop my fingers from exploring.

“This doesn't feel like you aren’t-” I pull my hand out to show her. “Oh.”

“Oh, what?” She asks while rolling over after turning on the bedside light.

My fingers are covered in blood.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry!” Her eyes are full of panic as she scrambles to get out of bed. When she stands up, she hugs the shirt to her body, trying to cover herself. She instantly starts to tear up, emotions overwhelming her tiny frame.

“Oh no you don’t.” Up on my knees, I encircle her waist with my hands, hauling her back to me. She plops down onto the bed, her body against mine, face to face. Her body relaxes as she sits back on her feet, almost as if she is about to pray to me. “I’m not afraid to get my hands bloody. This isn't a new feeling for me.”

“This is so embarrassing!”

“Have you never bled on a man’s dick before? How about having a man taste your sweet cunt while you bleed?” I inch my way back, keeping my eyes on her. Holding her at arm's length with one hand, I lick the blood off my fingers from the other, my tongue ring peeking from between.

“Atlis!” She gasps and tries to pull my fingers away from my mouth. “No! That’s so gross!”

I let her pull away slightly, leaving a trail of blood on the blanket. I run my still-bloody hand over her face before putting my hand between her breasts. I push her so she falls back onto the pillows, urging her legs to open and settling my body in between them. “I’m going to enjoy my dessert, Pet. Lay back.”

“I–I’ve never done this before, Atlis,” she stutters. Her eyes are filled with panic as she props herself up on her elbows. “I'm scared.”

“Tell me, wife… do I scare you?” I give her a bloody Cheshire smile.

“I've never done this… willingly.”

“I’m sorry. You don’t have to explain right now. Not if you don’t want to.” This makes a lot more dots connect. Why she always begged my brother to touch her, but how he wouldn’t. Maybe she told him, and all he could do was say some bullshit like “Let’s wait til we're married” or “I don't want to ruin you more than you are.” It was all a load of crap, either way. He lost his V-card when he turned fourteen. He didn’t give a fuck about ruining her. I wonder what he was thinking. I look to her for permission. “May I continue?”

“Um,” her voice sounds unsure. If she thinks any harder, her brain is going to short-circuit.

“I’ll stop if you want me to. I’m mean… I’m not that fucking brutal. Yes, I already made you suck my cock, but your body is another story.” I really will stop. The only reason I forced her to suck me off was because of the look in her eyes. They didn’t scream stop– they screamed make me. Consent is key, and not a lot of men understand that. They could be balls deep in a bitch, and the moment she says stop, they keep going. That’s not how sex works. That's not how a relationship works.

“I think…” she pauses as she bites her lip. A hesitant smile lingers on her face. “I think I’m okay. At least we’re married, I guess.”

“Yes, we are. And good girl, I don’t want to stop.” Maybe she’s finally coming around to the marriage thing. At least one of us has a head on their shoulders. I am still pissed that I can't do things my way. I lower down onto my stomach, using my elbows to keep her legs open as I take my first taste of my wife.

How ironic that I take my first taste of her when her body is purging and in pain. I can help ease the tension. Unlike myself, my hands will be covered in crimson and deal pain forever.

Chapter 19

Zolina

His tongue feels like the pits of hell opened, and I've plunged face-first into its unholy depths. This is so wrong, yet it feels so deliciously right. The flames of desire rage through my whole body, making all logic disintegrate under its heat.

I want to fight him, but more than anything, I want him to fuck me. Being on my period makes every nerve in my body horny-if that’s even possible. Someone could moan right now, three blocks away, and my body would probably get goosebumps. I’ll fight later. I’m not going anywhere when his tongue is devouring me like this.

Atlis's tongue licks from my ass to my clit. His piercing feels cold against me, eliciting a moan from my lips. It no longer bothers me that I’ve started bleeding. Nor does the fact that I haven’t done this with anyone else. My mind has flipped the coin so many times that I don't think there’s a heads or tails. He is on both sides of the coin.

He is dangerous, and my body needs him. Craves him. Kias is no longer on my mind, or anything else for that matter. Only Atlis. My husband. This is my husband. Maybe he isn’t so bad after all. I could get used to this. I could get used to my husband doting on his wife.

This is what I've waited for: someone to care for me in all aspects of life.

I should be more scared. Should be more leery of him. Yet, all he has done in the last 36 hours is show that he will take care of me. He hasn’t judged me for not being well-versed in cooking, hasn’t judged me for running away, and hasn’t even judged me for the things I’ve said to him. Atlis is a nice man–he just never lets anyone see it. How has he changed my entire point of view in less than a few days? I don’t love him by any means, but maybe this won’t be as bad as I originally thought it would be.

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