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~Avila

I melt into the kiss, my entire body buzzing as he wraps his arms around me.

Despite my lack of experience, I know this is everything I could ever want. Wherever his hands touch, my body reacts. It's like we are made for each other.

Vade's kiss is insistent, claiming. The pressure of it has me falling back until I'm laying on the bed.

As we kiss, I can vacantly feel him pulling off his clothes. At one point I'm sure I'm helping him, wanting to rip the suit from his skin, but I'm so lost in him that I'm not paying that much attention.

I don't come back to reality until his strong hands are around my waist and he's flipping me over.

I yelp, trying to right myself as he encourages me to straddle him. Pressing my hands onto his chest, I steady myself, laughing a little as I look down at him.

Vade's hands dig into the curve of my hips as he gives me an uninhibited smile that has my heart fluttering. I like seeing him like this. Relaxed, with me as the focal point of his attention.

"On top?"

"I want you to start at your own pace," he murmurs, dragging his gaze over my body.

I look down to where my legs straddle his hips. My eyes widen as I look over the sight of his cock laying against his stomach. I'm no sure what I expected, but I didn't expect him to be so big.

"Uh..."

"It will be okay. I promise." He squeezes my hips. "We stop the moment you say the word."

I shake away the brief moment of apprehension. "No, I want this."

Holding Vade's gaze, I reach down, taking the length of him into my hand. He's thick and hard, and by the way his jaw hardens and he lets out a rough sigh through his nose, my touch feels good.

Leaning up on my knees, I align the head of his cock with my entrance before I slowly sink down onto him.

I'm met with a slight burning sensation, but I don't stop until he's completely inside me. The sensation of fullness is edged with pain as his size stretches me.

All I can do is breathe in and out, focusing on Vade's face. His expression is raw with pleasure as he kneads his fingers into my flesh, waiting patiently for me to adjust to his size.

"Feel okay?" He asks gently.

"You're just a bit bigger than I thought," I admit through gritted teeth. "And by a bit, I mean a lot."

He smooths his hands up my waist, his touch soft. They shift to my breasts, where he brushes his thumbs over my nipples. I jolt a little at the pleasant sensation.

"It will feel good soon. Just relax," he encourages.

I nod. I can feel my body adjusting to him, the pain slowly fading away. It helps that I'm gazing at the most beautiful man I've ever seen. With him naked underneath me, he looks like a falling Angel. That, and the way his dark strands fall messy around his head is beautiful, and the way he stares at me like I'm the most stunning creature he has ever seen is making it hard to concentrate.

"I was told you like it rough," I whisper, running my fingers along the ridgid bumps of his abdomen.

His gaze darkens. "With you, I like it however you like it."

I look down at my hands. Despite telling Vade I wouldn't come back to all those books Emerick pointed out to me in the library, I did. I found myself drawn to certain parts of them, starting to imagine that maybe I would like that too.

"Maybe I would like it rough as well," I add quietly.

He dips his head back, letting out a rough groan. "I'm trying to hold onto my control right now, Avila. You're making it impossible."

His words spur me into action. With the pain having subsided, I start to ride him.

His eyes immediately clench closes with pleasure, even as I take my time, moving up and down the best I can. He feels so deep inside me, hitting a spot that sends a jolt of pleasure through my body each time he presses against it.

"It feels so good," I mumble. "Too good."

It's so good I can barely keep my composure. I pick up the pace, his hands urging me on as they press into my back.

I know I've felt this sensation before, but never this good. I can already tell I'm not going to last much longer as I moan into the air, my head tipped back, my hands clutching Vade's which now sit on my waist.

"Look at me," he commands lowly.

I open my eyes - I hadn't realised they were closed - focusing on my husband. He's starting to thrust up from under me, and in that moment, I can't hold it anymore.

His confident fingers find my clit, and just like that, I tumble over the edge and into a void of pleasure.

I gasp out his name, unable to move. Thankfully he takes over, pressing up from beneath me at a pace that chases me through my climax toward an end that seems impossible to find.

Eventually the overwhelming euphoria fades and I sit on Vade's hips, still feeling him rock hard inside me. He just smirks up at me, clearly having enjoyed watching me so easily fall over the edge like that.

"That was amazing," I choke out, trying to regain my breath. "But you didn't..."

He shakes his head. "We aren't done yet, my pretty wife."

I barely have a chance to register that as he rolls me over, slipping out of me. All I can do is let him put me into position, on my hands and knees, while he comes up behind me.

His large hands find my hips, and he pulls me back until he's inside me again, filling me to the point it almost hurts from this angle. He presses a hand on my back until my face is buried in the pillows before he starts fucking me.

I clutch the sheets, hanging on as he sets a slow but hard pace. I can already feel my brain melting from the pleasure, especially knowing it's Vade giving it to me.

But he's going to slow...he's being too gentle.

"You're holding back, I can feel it," I challenge.

He groans, not responding, and not going any faster. He's scared of hurting me, of scaring me. But I can't be scared, not when I want him this badly.

"Stop holding back..." I beg.

Suddenly, he wraps an arm around my waist and hoists me up. His hand finds my breasts, the other brushing the hair off my face as his mouth comes to my ear.

"How does it feel to finally have my cock inside you, huh?" He murmurs, his breath against my neck sending shivers over my skin.

"Good. So good," I manage to get out before he's thrusting into me again. This time, I can feel he's not holding anything back. His pace is brutal, his grip painfully tight.

"No more teasing, no more fucking me around," he growls. "You're mine now."

His words send me over the edge again, along with the way he feels inside me, so deep it's mind-numbing. He doesn't slow as I climax for the third time tonight, even as he whispers filthy promises in my ear.

Thankfully his arm holds me up, because my legs are so numb I'm not sure I'll ever walk again.

"Good girl," he murmurs against my skin as I choke out his name like a desperate plea.

All too soon he's pulling out again, only to flip me on my back. He climbs on top of me, forcing my legs up over his shoulder before he thrusts into me again. My back arches off bed, my voice almost lost at this point from all my borderline screaming.

In this position, he's rough, uninhibited, almost ruthless. I can feel his power, his strength in the way he takes me, in the way he doesn't remove his gaze on me for even a second, even as pleasure threatens to crack his perfect composure.

"Vade, don't stop. Please don't stop," I beg hopelessly, reaching into his hair, tugging on the strands, hoping to make him feel even a bit of the intensity that I'm feeling.

"You feel incredible," he praises, leaning forward to kiss me.

I only get a few moments of his tongue sweeping through my mouth, reminding me that I'm his entirely, before he wraps a hand through my hair and yanks my head back.

The bite of pain only enhances my pleasure, especially as he draws his teeth along my skin, leaving marks I'll see in the mirror tomorrow.

"I was always me, wife," he growls into my ear. "It was never him."

In my haze of pleasure, I feel a hint of confusion. "Him?"

He rears back, replacing where his mouth was on my neck with his hand. It wraps around my throat, only cutting off enough air to make the pleasure euphoric.

"You're going to cum again," he commands, his thumb pressing down on my clit. "Do you understand."

I have nowhere to go, even as overstimulation threats to push my last orgasm away. All I can do is except every hard, punishing thrust he gives me, feel every brush of his thumb against me.

I shake my head, even as I feel the wave building. "I can't. It's too much."

Vade's hand only tightens on my throat, tugging harder on my hair until I feel tears prick in the corners of my eyes.

"Do what I tell you, and cum again for me," he demands.

"Oh fuck...Vade," I scream, gripping the strands of his hair as I climax again. This time, it's almost too much to bear. Waves and waves of pleasure roll over me, urged on by Vade's thrusts, causing the edges of unconciousness threaten to wash me away as it becomes almost too intense to bear.

"That's it," he breathes, watching me come apart beneath him.

He pulls his hands from my hair and throat before he grabs my hips against, orgasming himself shortly after me. I lay there, watching with amazement as his abs flex and his jaw tightens, the sight so beautiful I'm wondering if I've ascended to heaven.

"Holy shit. That was..." I can't find the appropriate words to sum up what just happened as he pulls out, collapsing down next to me.

He turns his head to face me, breathing harshly. "Do you feel okay?"

"I don't think I'll ever feel my legs again," I admit, before letting out a short laugh. "That was amazing."

Vade turns on his side, concern disrupting his once blissful expression. "But you're not sore?"

"Not too much. I feel good."

He breathes out a sigh of relief. Reaching out, he starts to run his fingers up and down my stomach, like he wants to be close enough to touch me, but not enough to make me uncomfortable.

As if he didn't just give me the best time of my life...

"I'm sorry," he says, his touch pleasing my sore, exhausted body. "I didn't mean to lose control like that. You just felt..."

"Don't ever apologise for that. That was incredible," I tell him quickly.

The last thing I want is him to think I'm too fragile to handle that happening again. I can't go the rest of my life being married to him, being in the same house as him and not feeling that at every possible moment.

"You know this can't happen again, right?" He says, like he's cut straight into my thoughts and found exactly what I was hoping he wouldn't say.

I sit up. "Why not?"

"It will only complicate things," he admits, sitting up with me. "Our feelings."

"We are married. There is nothing to complicate," I remind him, holding my hand up so he can see the ring now seated securely on my finger.

Vade sighs gently. I let him brush his fingers through my hair, so gentle and tender to how they were only moments ago.

"I couldn't bear it if you got hurt," he admits, his voice hoarse. "Arranaged marriage, royalty and all this crap will ruin any chance we would have, and I don't want to live in separate homes forever. I don't want to come together once a year to fill you with an heir then leave again."

"Oh shit." My hands shift to my stomach. "I didn't even think-"

"It's fine. I take something for that," he assures me quickly.

"Phew." I flop back onto the bed. My mother probably wants an heir quickly, but I am definitely not ready for anything like that.

I don't even really know who I am yet.

"This is what I mean." He looks down at me as he grabs a blanket, laying it over my naked form. "We don't think around each other. We need to keep things friendly, civil. It's the only way."

I scowl at him. "Why do you have to be so sensible?"

Even though I'm sad at the thought of having to pretend like this didn't happen, part of me enjoys hearing that Vade is as rattled by my presence as I am with him. He just hides it much better.

"I'm only doing this because I care about you." He sighs. "And there is so much you don't know about me, or our past."

"And you don't think this is going to happen again?" I question, raising my brows. "That was too amazing for me to forget about."

He runs a hand down his face, looking tortured.

"I can't gaurantee this won't happen again," he admits. "I mean, I thought it was hard to resist you before..."

I grin, biting down on my lip.

"Well, we'll see how well pretending like this didn't happen tonight goes," I say casually. "Although I get the feeling torturing yourself isn't going to have the results you think."

"I have a feeling you may be right," he mutters, settling into bed next to me.

He can try resist me from now on all he likes, but I'm not going to make it easy for him.

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