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“Please, Your Grace. I cannot. I-”

“Shhh.” He places his hand over my heart, pressing down for a moment. “Calm yourself.” For the first time since I’ve known the man, his eyes soften as he slides his hand back up to cup my face. “You can, and you will. You are an omega. You were born for this, made for this. Made for me. Now, I want you to breathe with me.”

I try to find his rhythm, to allow the calm, deep breaths to penetrate, but they don’t. Shaking my head, I buck against him in a sorry attempt to jostle him off of me. But of course, it doesn’t even phase him. Instead, he chuckles, the decadent sound bouncing around in my brain, settling me somewhat.

“You’re a smart girl. Do you think you could possibly move someone like me? Someone so much bigger and stronger than you?” He rocks his hips just a touch, driving his member a bit further into me.

The stretch is immense, stealing my breath. “Please,” I whine, no longer knowing what it is I’m asking for.

“Shhhh, my little doll. Allow me to break you. I promise you’ll come to enjoy it.”

CHAPTER 22

Joseph

I stare down at my quivering wife, taking in the terror flitting through her eyes. I should want to allay her fears. I should want to hold her in my arms and tell her that it’s going to be okay.

But I can’t.

I won’t.

Because the sheer eroticism of seeing her like this, helpless as I drive my massive cock deeper into her, does things to me that no one has ever been able to do before. It’s seeing that innocence shatter beneath me as I stretch her wide, forcing her body to accept mine. All it does is make me want to devour her even more, to hurt her even more, and not as a way to make up for all she’s done.

No, this goes far beyond penance. Now, it’s about making her body sing for me, pulling out those gasps, sighs, and whines of discomfort. I want to own her body, to twist it to my whims.

God, but she’s unbelievably tight. I’m not even an inch into her and I’m already thick. As much as I want to just ram into her, to claim her body for my own, I refrain, holding back so as to not injure her. I can’t force her to be beholden to me if she only associates me with pain and not pleasure.

I spread her thighs a bit further, my cock growing even harder at that wince of discomfort. Reaching down, I stroke her clit, my breath seizing in my throat as her body bows up. From her reactions, it’s not too hard to guess that until me, she’s never had an orgasm before. And here I am, forcing several out of her in her first sexual foray.

There’s something about being her first that just sends my brain into overdrive. My gums ache as the need to put my claiming bite into her thrums through my brain on an endless loop. But I don’t dare. Not now. Not when we aren’t even friends, much less true love matches.

Such things are only done for either love or alliance's sake. And right now, we are neither. Yes, she’s my wife, but in name and sex only—not as my mate, my love match. The title grants me access to her body whenever and wherever I want it. But I can’t let my instincts get the best of me. I can’t allow them to interfere. Not until I have no choice.

Right now, I can control her by brute strength alone. I have no need to bend her mind to my will. That will come in time. Who knows, maybe I can tame this vixen and have us grow into a mutual respect. I don’t expect it to happen, but I won’t be closed off to the idea either.

But first, before any of that can occur, I must consummate this marriage, tying her to my side with flesh and blood. And there most certainly will be blood. It doesn’t matter if I mean her harm or not. The sheer size of my cock versus the tight, virginal entrance, no doubt even more constricted due to her apprehension, makes for a potentially messy coupling.

However, the more I tease her, the more I slide my fingertips over her hardened clit, the more she opens for me. It’s infinitesimal, but with each breath, I find I can slip in just a touch more.

“Please,” she wheezes, her eyes wide with fear. “Please, Your Grace. I cannot take anymore. You’re far too large for me. I-”

I cut her off with a ferocious growl, watching as her eyes roll back into her skull at the sound. “You will take everything I give you, and you will like it, beg for it, and someday, even crave it.”

“But I’m so full.”

“Oh, my sweet, innocent little omega. I’m not even fully seated into you yet. You haven’t even tasted my knot as it expands you even further. You do not even know the meaning of the word full. But you will.”

Strumming her clit some more, I listen as her pained whines morph into pleasured gasps. All of this would have been easier if she’d just gone into heat after we said, “I do,” but I know it doesn’t always work out like that. Still though, there is some part in me, the chivalry behind the depravity, that wants her to enjoy her first time, even if it’s just a little.

And so, I find myself making a sound I swore I never would, not unless I was truly in love. I detest the stuttered sound that eases from my chest, rusty with disuse, but the results are almost instantaneous. As my purr wraps around her, everything begins to relax.

Her thighs fall to the side, parting for me. Her inner walls loosen just a touch more, allowing me to slip in about an inch before meeting resistance. However, the more my purr vibrates against her skin, the sooner the pressure eases until I can move again.

We play this dance for what feels like an eternity. It’s agonizing to hold myself back, but seeing the look of sheer pleasure on her face makes it all worth it. Almost. There’s still that part of me that wishes to punish her, but I force those thoughts down, choosing to keep my anger in check until a different time.

Running my fingers across her clit, I groan as her inner walls ripple around me, milking me, demanding I come. Teresa’s eyes are glassy as I stare into them, like she’s drifting away on a wave of pleasure. No one else has ever held that look in their eyes, regardless of what I was tormenting them with.

It loosens the tight band around my heart just a touch. Perhaps we can make this work. Perhaps she can actually mold herself to my wishes, becoming a wife I can love and desire.