Page 46 of Theirs to Possess: The Marriage Claim
Then he picks one up. Instead of putting it on, he offers it to me.
“I don’t know how…you know…”
“I’ll give you instructions.”
My fingers are shaking as I try to tear it open.
“Perforation is here.” He shows me.
Aware of his gaze on me, I fumble as I remove the slick condom.
Wrapping my hand around him to hold him steady, I place the thing on his cockhead, but I can’t roll it down.
“Wrong way, little one.” Dorian’s voice has a humiliating hint of amusement in it.
Guiding my hand, he flips the condom. “That’s it. Now roll it down.”
My hands still shaking, I begin. Dorian’s jaw tightens, and a low groan escapes from him.
Somehow I manage to keep my focus and do what he wants.
“Very nice.” His dick pulses in my palm. “I’ll have you do that every time we make love.”
Is that what he wants to call it? Making love?
How is that even possible when we all know this is a transaction, part of a deal between him and my father, nothing more?
“I need you to spread your legs wider,” he instructs.
Fighting back the knot of fear that’s lodged in my throat, I do as he says.
Intentionally, his gaze locked on mine, he presses his cockhead against me. I freeze. Even the tip of him is thicker than his fingers, and I’m convinced there’s no way I can do this.
“I’ll go slow.”
It’s a promise I’m not sure he’ll be able to keep.
Unable to face this, I turn my head to the side, but he captures my chin and brings my gaze back to his. “It won’t be bad. I promise.”
Brennan slides his hand between us to play with my clit.
Then Dorian strokes in, a little at a time, going deeper and deeper, until I’m impossibly full.
There’s pressure and a sharp sting as he breaks through the protective membrane, claiming my virginity.
“God!”I cry out as I dig my nails deeper into the mattress.
“You’re there.” He stills, buried inside, his breath ragged. “Shh, little one.” Soothingly he brushes my hair back. “Theworst is over. You’re doing so well.” His voice is steady, and I cling to his reassurance while catching my breath.
Beside me, Brennan rubs my clit, his motions gentle. “Concentrate on this.”
The pain fades, and it’s replaced by a growing heat. I nod, shaky, and Dorian moves—with careful thrusts. “You’re ours now.” Then he kisses my forehead.
Finally my body adjusts to him. The fullness is strange but not awful. Brennan keeps circling with his finger, and I moan, shifting as pleasure begins to take over.
“Yeah,” Brennan says, approving. “That’s it.”
Dorian begins to move a little faster, and his control seems to be slipping. “So tight,” he growls, gripping my hips hard. “Move with me.”
