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“Do you want me to stop, Belle?” I ask.
She shakes her head again.
“Don’t you dare,” she whispers.
Slowly, I push deeper into her. Her pussy is tight around my cock as I spread her open, stretching her, pushing even deeper, and pausing to let her adjust. I never take my eyes off her face.
The sight of her, the feel of her—I’m fighting for control, not wanting to hurt her, but wanting to bury myself so deep inside her that she is impaled on my cock. I want her to scream my name as I fuck her hard enough to shake her body and watch her breasts bounce beneath me.
Belle digs her nails into my arm as I push slowly forward.
I sense it—the moment her pain turns to pleasure. The moment her body relaxes beneath me and desire overtakes the anxiety of having my cock force her open.
She sighs, a soft breath of relief, her pupils flaring, and I push the rest of the way inside her.
She shudders beneath me and tilts her head back, making the most beautiful sounds.
I start to move, back and forth, rocking in and out of her. At first, I take it slow, giving her the chance to adjust, to control the speed if she wants to.
But Belle is lost in me now. Her body belongs to me.
She’s given control to me, and now I may do with her whatever I choose.
I move faster, thrusting my hips forward with force. Beneath me, her body jolts and her fingers knot into the blankets.
“Oh,” she cries out, closing her eyes.
I thrust again, harder, and again. Her beautiful breasts bounce as I fuck her, her body soft under my touch.
She is perfect, wrapped around my cock like this.
She is the most exquisite thing I’ve ever seen.
I wrap my hand around her throat and press my lips over hers as my cock grows harder inside her.
Her legs shake as I push faster, fucking her like I own every inch of her, like she is mine and I will never let her leave.
Her pussy tightens over my cock, her muscles twitching, her breathing heavy.
I push my tongue into her mouth as she comes, tightening my fingers around her throat.
She explodes, her orgasm rushing through her in waves of pleasure. At the same time, I explode inside her, in disbelief at how incredible she feels.
Chapter 15 - Belle
Los Angeles has become a second home to me.
Ardalion is no longer locking me away like a prisoner, and I am free to come and go as I please. He lets me go on full-day shopping sprees, roaming the entire city with a driver to take me anywhere my heart desires. Some days I go alone, and others he joins me when I go out exploring.
All I know is that I have a limited time here in LA and I want to make the most of it.
The more time goes by, the more I worry about how I’m going to feel when I have to leave. I can’t even imagine going back to live with my mother. I most certainly can’t imagine going on another stupid blind date with some idiot she’s trying to set me up with. But at some point, this whole thing is going to come to an end. Ardalion will let me go, and he'll file for divorce, once he’s gotten what he wants from Benedikt.
The thought aches inside me. Every time it pops up in my mind, I push it away, refusing to face it. I’d rather make the most of this moment and deal with that whenever it happens. When I have no other choice but to do it.
At first, I thought it would be a drag to have Ardalion tag along on a shopping trip; I’ve been shopping with my brother. He’s a boring buzzkill. He doesn’t even like giving his opinion on things I’m choosing between.
Ardalion is completely different. He’s interested in the things I show him. And he lets me drag him all over the place when I spot something I want to get a closer look at.
