Page 51 of Brutal Union
I pull out, watching my cum drip from her swollen pussy. She is so beautiful. So fucking beautiful. I want to tell her, but the words feel too small for how I feel.
The fever in my blood hasn't lessened—if anything, the taste of her, the sight of my cum leaking from her pussy, has made me wild. I want her again, and again, until every cell in her body remembers I'm the only man she'll ever have. She lies boneless on the bed, her chest rising and falling with shallow, post-orgasmic breaths, but even so, I see the glint in her eye. She wants to see what I'll do when there's nothing left to hold back.
I grab her hips and flip her onto her stomach, not gently. She gasps, but it's not fear—it's anticipation.
"On your knees," I say, voice hoarse with need. "Ass up, now."
My hands linger on her thighs, thumbs digging into the golden skin, and she shivers in response. Valentina pushes herself up, her ass rising into the air like a goddess on an altar, presenting herself to me without shame, without apology. I run my hand down her back, tracing the line of her spine, then grip both cheeks and spread them wide. My cock is hard again, the sight of her so open and ready for me making the ache in my balls almost unbearable.
I sink into her in one smooth stroke. She's so slick with my cum and her own arousal that the penetration is effortless, but the heat and tightness of her pussy is just as intense as the first time. I fuck her slow at first, savoring the sensation ofeach thrust, watching my cock disappear into her, then reappear wet and glistening, coated in everything we've made together. My fingers find her clit, swollen and begging for attention, and I start to rub slow, lazy circles while I pump into her with increasing speed.
"God, Marco," she moans, head buried in the pillow. "I can't—I can't—" Her voice breaks on a sob, but her hips rock back to meet every thrust, desperate for more.
"You can," I say, leaning over her, pressing my lips to the nape of her neck. "You will. I want you to come again. For me. For your husband." The word hangs in the air, both a promise and a threat.
She claws at the sheets, her knuckles whitening with effort. "I'm so—fuck, I'm so close."
I speed up, the slap of our bodies echoing in the room, the sound of wetness and skin on skin. I want her ruined for anyone else, marked inside and out. I want her to wake up tomorrow sore and aching and knowing there's nowhere she belongs but here, with me.
She starts to tremble. I feel her pussy fluttering around my cock, the telltale sign she's about to lose control. I slap her ass, just enough to sting, and she yelps, but the sound is pure pleasure. "Come for me, Valentina," I order, my words a growl. "Let me feel you."
She comes with a scream, voice muffled by the pillow, her whole body shuddering beneath me. Her pussy clamps down on my cock so hard it's almost painful, and I lose all pretense of restraint. I fuck her brutally through her orgasm, chasing my own, needing to cum inside her again, to fill her until she can't think straight.
"I'm going to breed you," I spit out, the animal part of my brain taking over. "I'm going to fuck you full of my seed until you're dripping for days. You want that, don't you?"
She tries to answer, but it's only a choked sob, and I know she's already too far gone. Her pussy milks my cock, and I explode inside her, wave after wave of release, filling her until it leaks out around me and down her thighs. I stay buried in her, panting, my body trembling with the aftershocks.
I pull out, watching the creamy mess ooze from between her legs. I take two fingers and push it back inside, slow and deliberate, watching her shudder at the sensation. Then I lower my mouth to her pussy and lick her clean, tongue delving deep, making sure nothing is wasted. She claws at my hair, sobbing from overstimulation, but I don't stop until she's squirming and pleading.
"Please," she begs, voice barely more than a whisper. "I can't take any more."
I look up at her, my chin glistening, and smirk. "Yes, you can. You're a Rosetti now. You can take anything I give you."
She laughs, a wild, delirious sound, and tries to crawl away, but I catch her ankle and pull her back to the edge of the bed. My cock is already hardening again, insatiable. I slide into her in one thrust, the tightness even better now that she's so raw and used. She screams my name, high and sweet, back arching off the mattress.
I fuck her like an animal, rough and fast, both of us mindless with lust. Her hands are everywhere—on my back, in my hair, clawing at my arms. She bites my shoulder hard enough to draw blood. I don't care. I'm beyond pain, beyond anything but the need to merge with her, to erase every memory of any man who came before me.
The room smells like sex and sweat and ownership. The sheets are ruined, stained with our cum and her arousal. I don't care. I want the whole building to know what we're doing, who she belongs to.
She comes again, this time with a silent scream, mouth open and eyes wide. The feel of it rips a final orgasm from me, and I collapse onto her, spent.
We lie there, tangled, both shaking, both fucked-out and delirious. I press kisses to her face, her neck, her collarbone, tasting the salt of her sweat and tears.
"It's never enough," I tell her, voice soft now. "I could fuck you a thousand times and still want more."
She laughs, weak but happy. "Then you're in trouble, husband. Because I don't ever want to stop."
I roll onto my side, pulling her into my chest, wrapping her up in my arms like I could keep her safe from the world that way. We stay like that for a while, breathing each other in, neither of us speaking.
Eventually, I start to drift, my body finally sated, my mind quiet for the first time in years. But even as I fall asleep, I keep my hand on her hip, a reminder to myself and to her that she belongs to me now.
18 - Valentina
The marble floor is ice against my bare feet as I slide from the bed, and the movement sends a shock of sensation through my entire body. Everything aches, delicious, undeniable proof of last night written across my skin in tender spots and bruises. My pussy throbs with deep, satisfied soreness from being stretched and filled over and over. As I stand, I feel it immediately: his cum, still warm inside me, beginning to slide down my inner thigh.
The physical evidence of what we did, what I chose, makes me freeze mid-step. Not from shame, but from the raw intensity of the sensation. Every muscle protests as I straighten, my body remembering each position he bent me into, each time he made me scream his name until my voice went hoarse.
"Going somewhere, principessa?"
