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  “I love you, Charlotte. Stay still now.”

  I couldn’t think of moving. I couldn’t think of anything. My hips angled for Adam to slip inside me. He held his cock, aiming the head for my folds. I flinched as he ground his flesh against mine, targeting the button of my clit. Now my flinching turned warm. The sensation of his cock—simultaneously soft and hard against my sensitive secret—confused me even more. How could something that felt so good and pleasurable still fill me with such apprehension?

  I tensed as he lowered the head to my entrance. He didn’t push it in, only teased. I had imagined this moment for months. My handsome husband over me, prepared to push inside me and officially join us as man and wife. Adam did lean over me. His dark hair and eyes cast him in shadow in the dim room. His body rippled with muscle. So strong. But this time, his strength didn’t feel like a reassurance. My fingers dug into the comforter so hard they hurt. Even if I said no, even if my fear got the best of me and I tried to rise from the bed, Adam would overpower me.

  The little teasing games we played before flashed in my mind. His arms encircling my waist, preventing me from slipping away when we stood in the kitchen. Grabbing my wrist to keep me close. Holding my face as he kissed me. Adam was a master at pinning me, even when I didn’t realize or understand how much he liked it.

  And now I really was pinned, as subdued as if he had tied me to the bed with ropes and chains. My body broke into a chill, and I shook my head. The fear won out, and I raised my eyes to his.

  “Adam, please,” I whispered. “I’m scared.”

  “Tell me you love me.”

  I licked my lips. “I love you.”

  He didn’t answer. He guided his cock to my entrance, and, with a single, determined push, he shattered me.

  I screamed. My back arched and my every nerve ending coiled in panic. Adam seized my hips as I bucked. He didn’t push in. He pulled me onto him. Grabbed me and hauled me back on him, using my own body to rip through my virginity. Within seconds he had me imbedded with him, broken and spread plump against so much of his cock I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t see. My world dissolved, and my fear surfaced. I sobbed, tears rolling over my cheeks.

  “Shh, shh, shh.” Adam whispering, positioning my hips so he could lay over me. “Breathe for me. I know it hurts.”

  Hurt? It wasn’t pain that had me in tears. The sting hadn’t yet worn off, but I prepared for that. I knew losing my virginity would hurt, and I prepared to endure that pain for Adam. But this wasn’t how I imagined it. The sensation of fullness and overwhelming size and uncompromising hardness. I lay paralyzed. I thought I’d feel something more. Something beyond my body’s physical reaction to my husband’s thrust.

  A creeping violation greeted me instead.

  I cried harder. Adam scooped me into his arms, and I wrapped myself around his strength, whimpering into his chest.

  “Hush, Lette,” he whispered. “I know it hurts. The first time hurts for a lot of girls. But you’re doing so well. I’m inside you. You’re mine now. Do you understand? You belong to me now.”

  I nodded, but still the panic swelled. His cock stretched me too far, too deep. I hyperventilated between sobs, my whimpers growing louder as Adam pushed in, little by little.

  “Please. Stop.” I pressed against his chest. “Please...I can’t.”

  “Yes, you can.”

  “It hurts.”

  “I know. But its feels so good for me.” Adam drew himself up, angling so he could dive even deeper inside. “You want to give me pleasure, right?”

  “Y—yes.”

  I gripped his arm, tightening as my insides clenched against him until my abdomen cramped and the pressure from the inside felt as though it’d split me in two. I peeked down. He pulled out, only slightly, enough to pull tight against his flesh and cause him to shudder. Then I saw it.

  “I’m bleeding.”

  I looked up to Adam. He kissed my forehead before pulling farther out of me. I winced, but he refused to leave me completely, the head of his cock still imbedded inside me. I closed my eyes, the sight of blood always unsettling me.

  “It’s natural, Charlotte.” Adam stared at where our bodies met. “You bleed when you lose your virginity. Did you know that?”

  I nodded.

  “It’s my wedding gift. I couldn’t ask for a better one. You don’t know what this means to me. How good you are being.”

  He pushed inside again. I didn’t mean to do it, but my body leapt backwards. Adam caught me before I pushed him out. He wove on top of me, shoving more of his cock inside. I gasped, but he took me back in his arms. Then he kissed me.

  His lips relaxed me, but so did his stilled movements. I stopped fidgeting, but Adam took that as a signal to move. His cock raked against my torn insides, pulling out and pushing back in with such slowness even my bruised body turned frustrated. His shaft probed inside me, cautious for a man with strength enough to tear through me with a single thrust. I gripped his arms, fingernails digging in as he shuddered against me.

  I stayed stiff. His cock hardened and spread me from the inside out. This wasn’t what I expected. My insides tightened. Not drawing him inside, but trying to expel him. My mind screamed to get away, to try and fight until the cock withdrew and ceased the agonizingly slow push through my soft core.

  “Do you know when I first fell in love with you?” Adam whispered in my ear, his voice the only sound I could hear over my frantically beating heart. “That first moment I saw you.”

  My panic ebbed. I held onto his arms, blinking up at him with tears in my eyes. He leaned down, using a kiss as an excuse to push even farther within me. I whimpered, but he muffled it. Prevented any sounds of discomfort from escaping my lips.

  “You looked so perfect. So sweet and beautiful.” He withdrew, his motions quickening as my body accepted him whether my mind was ready or not. “I wanted you then, Charlotte. I wanted to bury myself inside you. Hear your soft voice calling my name. I wanted you to be mine.”

  His words caressed my skin while his cock split me whole. I trembled against him, my mind fragmenting as, for the first time, my insides quivered in a good way. Taking his length. Shuddering as it tugged all the sensitive parts of me.

  “I love you,” Adam whispered. His thrusts turned harder. Forcing me open. “You’re doing so well, Charlotte. I’m so proud of you. You’re pleasing me.” He shuddered. “And I have you all to myself.”

  I loved his words, but his movements became harder. He moved me again, opening my hips more. I whined as he forced even more of him inside. My whimpers turned shrill as another inch dug through me.

  “Adam, please!” I pushed against him. “Stop.”

  His cock edged deeper. My whimpers turned shrill. I ached where he pushed, my insides fighting him as much as he fought to enter me.

  “Let it happen.” His voice edged stern. “I am going to take you fully. This is your place, Charlotte. This is what you’re built for. You are meant to be taken by your husband, just like this, with my cock inside you.”

  “But I can’t.”

  “Then I’ll make you.”

  Adam didn’t stop. I twisted, but he overpowered my body, holding me still and staring into my widened eyes until every last inch of his flesh was lost inside me. Uncomfortably full. Aching. Stuffed so full it felt vulgar and wrong. His hips touched mine, the heavy sack of his balls ground against me.

  “That’s it.” Adam knocked his forehead against mine. “This is how it will be from now on. Just like this. Me stuffed inside you. Taking our pleasure.”

  “It hurts.”

  “Does it?” Adam’s eyebrow rose. “Charlotte, this is natural. This is a husband loving his wife.” He kissed me. “And a wife giving herself to the man she loves. Right?”

  I nodded. “Right.”

  “I’m going to fuck you now.”

  I froze. He never used that word with me before. Adam smirked.

  “We’re married now. That’s what happens.
”

  I wished my voice sounded stronger. “I...thought we made love.”

  “You’re so innocent, my little virgin.” He kissed me again. “Hold onto me. I’m going to show you how much I love you now.”

  I did as I was told. My arms wrapped over him.

  Then he slammed me against the bed.

  I shrieked, his thrusts immediate and forceful. Gouging inside me and ripping through the last bit of resistance my body offered against him. Tears blossomed in my eyes. It wasn’t pain. The thrusts hurt, but I could ignore that. What I couldn’t handle was the constant pressure of it. My need to run and bolt and shake free of his grip. He pounded against me, the entire length of his shaft pushing though me with each purposeful strike. Adam grunted, his breathing a pleased, pleasured sigh. He enjoyed this.

  I didn’t know what to do. How to act. I held onto him as he was the only thing that stabilized me against the hysterical panic in my head. He was supposed to orgasm by now, wasn’t he? Men were known to pass their seed quickly. Adam savored me instead. Delighted in how my body shivered and stretched.

  And my body did too.

  I didn’t understand it. The heat pooled deep within me, combating my fear in a frenzied dance. I sucked in a breath, my lower lip quivering a quick moan. Adam liked that. He lengthened his strides, pushing my swollen slit with all the strength of an impassioned lover. My husband. The man who waited for this moment since we met and now couldn’t help himself as he took me as his wife. He was right. This was what I was supposed to do. Lay back and let my husband grind out his pleasure from the one delight I could offer him no one else could. And, for my submission, for permitting my husband to use my body in such a secret, natural way, my body rewarded me.

  I tensed, my nails digging into Adam’s back. He gave me three hard pushes, forcing through the convulsions of my insides and delivering me to a sudden burst of pleasure so unexpected and confusing I went limp against the bed and fell back against the comforter. My vision blurred—with tears or with the explosion of my first orgasm—I didn’t know. Adam laughed, holding me tight so he could continue to fuck me. To take of me what he wanted.

  I couldn’t move. The waves of pleasure wove with submission, fighting my hesitance. I gave up. I didn’t know if it was natural or not, if what Adam did to me was what a husband did or if his length pressing inside me deserved the cold fear in my chest.

  “That’s my girl,” Adam grunted. His body riled with sweat, and I felt his cock hardening, growing inside me. “You came on my cock. Just like a wife should. How did it feel?”

  I didn’t want to answer, not when his constant bucking against me warbled my voice as I spoke.

  My voice sounded weak. “Good. I...I liked it.”

  “I can do that for you,” he said. “I will do that for you. Again and again. You looked so beautiful when you came. So little and helpless. You will cum for me whenever I want. I want to see you like that. Always. Wet and wanting me.” His thrust drove me against the bed. I clung to whatever I could to ease the painful grip he held on my hips. “And now I’m going to cum.”

  A little voice in my head rejoiced. I nodded, a crashing relief only further casting me into a state of absolute submission. I didn’t know what I needed to do, but I knew what would happen. I would lay still, as Adam had ordered since the beginning. My legs spread for him, and he dove deep inside me, until his balls slapped against my skin, grotesquely arousing. I offered myself, and he took, fucking me. Grinding into me. Rutting me like some possessed animal.

  And I liked it.

  I groaned with the deep ache of his cock bottoming out inside me. Adam’s features crested with a frustrated pleasure.

  This was my place now then. A body to be filled and a wife to be loved. I stayed limp. Just as he wanted. The only thing my mind and body agreed on. If this was what being a wife was, if I was meant to give my body and take his cock, I would give that submission to my husband.

  Then, heat. He groaned, and the heat shot inside me. Jet after jet of warmth. His seed. His cum. His cock thrust as deeply as he could fit, filling me with his orgasm. I whimpered. I expected we’d orgasm together. Kiss and hold each other and delight in how our bodies melded together.

  “Mine,” he hissed.

  His sticky heat branded me. I didn’t move, and neither did he. His cock imbedded in me, twitching in the after effects of our union. He kissed me, withdrawing slowly, letting me feel every drag of his cock on my abused insides. His cum followed, leaking from my pussy and out onto the bed. I didn’t want to see the mess. My stomach knotted, and all I wanted to do was run for the bathroom and wash the slickness from me.

  Adam sensed my panic. He moved, lying on his side and pulling me to him. His arm encircled my waist. Preventing my escape.

  “You felt amazing,” he whispered. “You did everything right. Just what I expected of you. Just want I needed.”

  I nodded, unsure of what to say.

  “Every night, from now on.” He kissed my head.

  “Every night?”

  “You belong in my bed. Under me. Full of me. You will please me every night, Charlotte.”

  I stiffened. His hands traced soft patterns over my arms. I wondered how he could make me relax so easily.

  “I know it’s scary.” He drew the blankets up, reaching over me to turn off the lamp on the side of the bed. “But the next time won’t hurt nearly so much. Your body will adjust to my demands. I promise. You’ll be the perfect wife. You want that right?”

  My throat closed. “Yes. That’s all I want.”

  “Of course you do. Now, get some sleep. You had a busy day, Mrs. Ramone.”

  I swallowed. Adam held me close, just as I imagined. I stayed nearly naked against him, my panty hose and garters the only fragments of my wedding remaining. Of the moments before I gave my virginity to my husband.

  Before he took it from me.

  The tears returned. I blinked them away, snuggling back into the arms of the man I married. The man I now belonged to by every right. He was my husband. I was his wife. And I pleased him, taking care of him just as he promised to take care of me.

  “I love you,” I whispered.

  “And I love you.” He shushed me as his hand gripped my breast, thumbing over my nipple. “Now go to sleep. I can promise you won’t get much sleep on our honeymoon.”

  He pinched my nipple too hard. I flinched, but said nothing, closing my eyes and resigning my sore and exhausted body to sleep.

  I believed him. We probably wouldn’t sleep much during our honeymoon.

  I wondered why it excited me.

  Taken On Her Honeymoon—Book #2

  Adam promised me a month-long honeymoon of exotic food and dancing, lazy days by the rolling ocean, and nights wrapped in each other’s arms. He wanted to give me a proper vacation and celebrate our marriage with as much luxury his money could buy.

  The only problem was getting there.

  I discovered I was terrified of flying about a minute into takeoff, when my stomach stayed on the ground and the rest of me coiled onto my husband’s arm as a makeshift parachute. I could still see the runway. If I jumped from the emergency door, I’d only bounce a little. Some slight bruising didn’t scare me, and it was better than tumbling from thirty-five thousand feet. Luckily, I didn’t have the chance. Adam pulled me close and kissed the top of my head.

  “You’re cute when you’re scared,” Adam said.

  The plane bumbled through the air, and I hung onto him tight. Scared? Absolutely. Only I didn’t think anyone could look good while frightened.

  Adam would disagree.

  I shifted in my seat, easing the slight pinch from between my legs—a reminder of last night. If he thought being scared made me cute, he probably thought I was beautiful pinned under him last night.

  I tried to tell myself that I had been only a little worried. In reality, Adam had me on the verge of a breakdown last night. Still, it all worked out. And my anxiety made sense. A
dam warned every woman feared losing her virginity, even to her husband.

  Except...I didn’t lose it. Adam took it. He climbed on me, pounded between my legs, and seized control of my body. I cuddled against the warmth of his chest all night, my thighs slick with the evidence of our sex—his seed and my own wetness. And blood. Only a little, but enough to unsettle me. Adam called it his wedding gift. He was my husband now, and I saved that experience for him.

  I wasn’t sure what happened though. Or why my body responded to it. Or why Adam eased my fears as he cock bottomed out inside of me.

  But curled against him all night, wrapped safe and warm in his arms—that’s what I imagined when people joked about wedded bliss. My family and friends all said the same thing. Marriage was hard work. It’d take a commitment and compromise and time to ensure a happy life. I met Adam’s gaze, his dark eyes and prince-charming composure. I didn’t need the warnings. As long as I could snuggle against my husband, I had my bliss.

  We hit cruising altitude, and the bumbling ceased. The crew and passengers seemed to relax, though most of the others in first class had pulled their sleeping masks over their eyes and refitted their ear buds long ago. Adam flagged down the stewardess as she passed our seats.

  “Champagne,” he ordered. “It’s early, but my wife is nervous. It’s her first time.”

  I blushed. First time on a plane. The stewardess hurried to fulfill his request. That pleased him. I may have been strictly-terrestrial in the past, but Adam frequently traveled for his business. The flight didn’t bother him. I didn’t expect it to. Nothing rattled Adam. Not a silly plane trip to Aruba, not a trembling wife waking after their wedding night and needing a gentle kiss to prevent a panic attack.

  Adam offered me a chilled glass and dismissed the stewardess with a casual nod. We toasted, and I sipped at the bubbles. It tasted like celebration. From the moment he placed the beautiful engagement ring on my finger to our first toast at the glamorous wedding he purchased, my life became nothing but champagne.