Something musky with arousal is at my lips. My eyes shoot open to find the same fingers that were inside me at my mouth.

“Suck yourself off me. I want my fingers clean.”

“Wha—” My word is cut off when he thrusts his fingers inside my mouth at the same time he scissors his fingers inside me.

I’m a goner. I come with a shudder that invades my entire body.

Kyle doesn’t stop his double assault, his fingers curling inside me and his other fingers gliding back and forth against my tongue.

Tasting myself on him is a different type of intimacy altogether, but that’s not the one thing that holds me hostage, even when I’m fighting with the remnants of my orgasm. It’s the utter possessiveness in the sparkling blue sea of his eyes.

“This cunt and these lips belong to me. You belong to me.”

I don’t have the chance to speak with his fingers pressed against my tongue, not that I have any response to his words. At this moment, when I’m trapped against the wall by his strong body, I can only feel.

Just let go and feel.

Kyle pulls his fingers from inside me, letting me ride the aftershocks of my orgasm.

The sound of a belt opening ripples in the air as he undoes it with one hand. His pants hit the ground with a whoosh and his boxer briefs follow. I stare down with heavy-lidded eyes, unable to look away.

Even though I’ve already had a full view of his cock a few times, the thing still manages to surprise me. Kyle wasn’t kidding when he said he’s huge.

He is, and when fully erect like right now, the veins visible with how hard he is, it’s like he’s ready to break something.

Not something—me.

He lifts one of my legs up then wraps it around his hip.

It’s then that it hits me. I mumble against his fingers so he’ll let me speak, but he presses his middle finger against my tongue.

Unintelligible sounds leave my lips as I push at his shoulder. I’m getting lightheaded, and it’s probably because I’m not taking in enough oxygen.

He finally lets go of my mouth, my saliva clinging to his finger in a line as it separates from me.

I gasp as if I’m a newborn breathing for the first time. Kyle doesn’t wait for what I have to say, though. He aligns his cock with my entrance, the head nudging inside.

My hand bunches his shirt, nails digging into the cloth. “C-condom.”

“Fuck condoms.” His thick brows draw over darkened blue eyes. “You just have to trust that I’m clean and would never hurt you that way.”

“It’s not that…” My words come out in a needy pant, and for a second, it feels like I’ve lost complete track of what my brain was trying to communicate just now.

Having Kyle all over me has that effect on me.

“I want to feel when your tight cunt strangles my dick,” he rasps against my ear. “And I want to feel it bare.”

My body heat goes up a notch at his crude words. Since I already had a preview of it, I shouldn’t be so surprised that he’s this filthy in bed. I should’ve been prepared for it, and yet he manages to suck me into his orbit, whether I like it or not.

“K-Kyle…”

“You’re my wife, Rai. Your body is mine and mine alone. Get used to it.” And with that, he thrusts into me in one long go.

I gasp, my mouth remaining in an O as he hits so deep I can feel him somewhere out of my uterus and so close to my stomach.

That toy is child’s play compared to the force of his hips and his length and thickness. He’s so big it doesn’t matter how much he prepped me or played with me. It doesn’t matter that I’ve already seen his dick, sucked it, and taken it to the back of my throat; having it inside me is an entirely different thing altogether.

It’s like being split open. The pain is so fucking real, tearing at me from all directions and snatching me as a helpless hostage.

“Rai,” Kyle calls my name. “Bleeding hell. Look at me, Rai!”

My eyes snap back to his at the accent he just used. It’s like the other time—not entirely British English, but still sounds close.

That small distraction manages to divert my attention from the pain a little—just a little.

He opens my mouth with his thumb and glides his finger against my tongue. “Don’t hold it in. Breathe.”

It’s then I realize I’ve been holding my breath since he slammed inside me. I follow his instruction and gasp for air. The moment oxygen hits my lungs, I cough at the force of life beating back into me.

Kyle, who was still as I caught my breath, slowly moves inside me. I slam both hands on his shirt with the intention to push him out of me. There’s no way in hell I’m letting him fuck me with that. It really hurts.

Something stops me.

The pain isn’t the only sensation present anymore. He rolls his hips slowly, erotically, and my body follows his rhythm as sparks burst inside me.

The sense of agony isn’t completely gone, but it’s mixed with a pleasure so deep it robs me of my breath all over again.

Kyle opens my mouth again. “Breathe. Don’t faint on me, Princess.”

I suck in air through my nose, reminding myself that I do need to breathe. That’s what humans do so they don’t die. It’s as if I’m not functioning properly now, as if I’m reduced to my most basic form where all I can do is feel—feel so much I’m about to collapse from the force of it.

“I never thought you’d be so fragile, wife.” Kyle strains with the words as he keeps his moderate pace, sparking jolts of pleasure all over my skin. “It’s like I can break you with one wrong move.” He releases my mouth and drops his hand to my throat, his eyes darkening when he presses. “Look at how easily your skin takes my marks, how easily you bruise.”

I have no words to say—not that I can think straight, let alone formulate a coherent response right now.

Kyle pulls out almost completely then slams back in, hitting a new depth that knocks the shallow breaths out of my lungs.

My leg, that’s at his hip, slides down with the force of it. The pain of being stretched is still there, but it’s now mixed with a wicked type of stimulation that hits straight in my core.

He leans in so his breaths tickle my skin. “If I knew you would be this compliant when stuffed with my dick, I would’ve fucked you a long time ago.”

I’m too delirious to respond, and Kyle doesn’t let me. He wraps both hands under my thighs and lifts me up, then pushes himself all the way in.

I wind both arms around his neck and my legs wrap around his broad back. I feel like if I don’t, I will drop and break to pieces.

“You’re so fucking tight, you’re choking my dick.” He thrusts his hips up, increasing his rhythm by the second.

His speed is savage and uncontrollable. My already ragged breathing shakes and my back slides up and down the wall with every thrust.

“K-Kyle…oh…s-slow down…” My voice vibrates with how hard it is to speak.

He doesn’t. If anything, his rhythm increases, and so does the roughness of his thrusts. “I’ve waited too long to slow down now.”

“I…I…oh, God…”

“Let it out. Instead of fighting it, feel it…all of it.”