inside, the power of his thrusts agonizing and terrifyingly decadent, her discomfort a prelude to the ecstasy his strength promised. In a demurely gasping voice she said, “Please, you're hurting me.”
Dylan stilled his movements inside her hot clenching body. Gripping her chin, he turned her face back so his eyes could look deep into her soul. He spoke in a low, thundering voice, “Tell me again and make me believe I've caused you pain.”
His words started her trembling, his handsome face nearly stealing reason from her mind. Timidly she confessed, “You're too big. It feels like you're ripping me apart.” Looking into his eyes, she touched where his body joined hers. “I'm not like before. Only my mind has memories of sexual fulfillment.”
Dylan lunged forward and heard her gasp, saw the wince intensify her beauty. He pulled out slowly, felt her trembling fingers along his retreating length before he settled the weight of his muscled chest back down on her full breasts. His lips sought hers for a long kiss, his hands caressing the womanly swell of her hips as he waited...
She could smell his intentions, sweltering, dominant male musk, overpowering her senses. Dragging her lips from his, Carolina pushed at his chest, his hair brushing her cheek before she felt his lips kissing along the side of her neck. Beating at his shoulders she fought him, tried bucking him off until she felt the slide of leather over her shoulder, down her side, the enforcing silver buckle touching her hip. “Please,” she whimpered trying to grab the leather, doubling her efforts to get away.
Easily he conquered her battling hands, strapping together her wrists with the leather and silver before draping her bound arms over his head to rest high on his shoulders. Breathing heavily he demanded, “How much longer?”
Denied the use of her hands she tried shifting her hips to dislodge his weight only to feel the pain of his nails digging into her hips, the warm trickle of blood his vice-like grip caused and finally ceased her struggles saying, “It's done.”
Dylan kissed her, thrusting his tongue far into her mouth just as his hips assaulted her again. He plucked her regenerating cherry, tearing into her like a stallion, ramming her mystical maiden passage relentlessly, swallowing her cries as he loved her hard and deep. At first, he felt her hips pulling away, trying to escape the pain before she joined in the dance, rocking against him with precise rhythm,