Page 98 of Bride By Initiation

The euphoria never stops, and I can't see the crowd anymore. Everything's white with the blur of flickering flames burning brighter and sensual noises growing louder.

He sucks me harder, my hips writhing.

A final release hits me, and I whimper, the adrenaline rush slowing. My heart races faster than ever before. I wiggle and finally admit, "I can't take anymore."

Sean lunges up, caging his hard frame over mine. He turns my head back to face him and slides his lips over mine, consuming me with the taste of my pleasure on his tongue. Then he pushes his forehead against mine. With a ragged breath, he asserts, "Now you're ready for me. And it's only you and me, my sexy little pulse."

"Y-yes." I barely manage to get the word out.

He slides his cock into my throbbing pussy, diving in as deep as he can in one thrust.

"Sean!" I cry out, clutching my arms around him.

He responds with more kisses, thrusting in and out of me in slow motion, pushing my desire to the brink of madness. His greens study me intently, watching my every reaction.

"Thank God I didn't know this all these years," he mutters.

"Wh-what?" I ask, then moan, blinking fast as his pace increases.

He clenches his jaw, glides his thumb over my cheekbone, and his hot breath slams into mine.

"Oh...oh...oh!" flies out of me. A new wave of adrenaline, different yet just as delicious as before, floods every cell.

"That's my little brat. Taunt my cock some more," he grits.

"I-I... Oh fuck!" I cry out, closing my eyes. The whiteness drowns everything out. All I can do is vibrate against Sean's body while gripping him tighter.

The chants ring out around us, beating into the tremors Sean keeps erupting through me.

"Jesus Christ, Zara," he barks, pushing my thigh toward my chest and thrusting hard.

"Sean!"

"Little brat," he belts out, and his cock thickens, then fills me deep with his warm cum.

Another high explodes within me. I can barely hold onto him, too exhausted from the onslaught of everything I always wanted but never knew could be this way.

He collapses on top of me. His ragged breath tickles my ear. His chest presses into mine.

I slowly return to reality as night breaks into early dawn.

The chant turns into a low hum.

Sean lifts his head, assessing me.

I smile up at him.

His lips twitch and then he kisses me. It's soft and sweet, and when he pulls back, he keeps his stare on me, claiming, "Mine."

"Yours," I reply.

Satisfaction fills his expression. He kisses me until I once again lose myself in everything Sean O'Malley.

The sound of clapping tears us out of our moment. Sean turns his head, as do I.

The audience roars with approval. It grows so loud we cringe from the shrillness.

Valentina steps next to the bed. Her expression matches that of the crowd. She holds out two robes, one pink and one black. She announces, "Bravo. You passed Performance. But can you handle Personalization?"

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