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“Are you okay?”
I retracted my eyes outside the plane’s window when Cain’s fingers brushed my cheek in a gentle caressed.
I flashed him a warm smile. “Yeah . . . it’s just . . . I can’t believe we’re already married. This is all . . . felt surreal.”
Cain smiled and intertwined our fingers and kissed my forehead. “You’re just tired after all that event. Go to sleep. We still have seven hours to reach Finland.”
“Mmm . . .” I nuzzled myself closer to him.
We were on his private plane to Finland to have our one-week European tour as Cain promised for my birthday gift.
I closed my eyes when his lips pressed mine in a gentle kiss. It was slow and savoring. I was lost in the tickling warm sensation of his tongue licking my lips. The erotic sounds of our kissing and moans sent waves of warmth down my thighs.
My eyes flung open. I wanted to pull away when something sharp pricked my neck, but Cain’s steady hand on the back of my head prevented me from moving.
I pushed his chest when something was injected inside me. Fortunately, he pulled away together with that prickling sensation.
“What is that?” I asked, frowning when he was disposing some kind of a syringe.
Cain flashed a smile after he disposed of it.
“It’s nothing. You don’t have to worry about it.”
He pulled me closer to him, leading my head to rest on his shoulder and ran his fingers through my hair before kissing my forehead. “Now, sleep.”
I wanted to know what he injected me with, but my eyelids grew heavy. My vision hazy before my mind blanked out, and without knowing how it happened, I was dead asleep in his arms.
We arrived in Finland at precisely ten in the evening, and the aurora was the first thing I noticed after we landed.
My breath was literally swept away.
The place we were staying was an igloo house exclusive for the Fay’s use. It was nestled on the vast mountains of snow where not a soul was seen. Only the trees, the endless horizon, the stars, the moon, and the enchanting northern lights.
I didn’t know what to take in first. The scenery, the Aurora, the room with a glass window to view the northern lights or the man who was now stripping in front of me.
. . .
. . .
“W-what are you doing?”
I stammered as I try not to look down on that tempting, dangerous view below his hips.
Cain’s lips curved in a naughty grin.
“Consummating our marriage.”
My legs almost gave way.
That’s right! We are already married!
So that what’s been nagging me the whole ride. Before I could even laugh at myself, Cain was already close to me –– as in super close with only his boxers on.
He held my chin as his eyes took all of me. They were full of longing and desire and –– love.
He leaned in closer for a kiss, but I pushed his chest as I shifted my heating head away from his lips.
“I-I . . . I . . . I want to take a bath.”
I stumbled on my feet to get to the bathroom, and oddly enough –– he just let me go.
I closed the door and rested my back on it for support as I gripped my heart.
I breathed deeply.
I didn’t know why, but I was, really –– really nervous at the thought that . . . this is it!
We are really going to do it!
A rushed of excitement, thrill and nervousness filled me as I made my way under the rain shower. My hands went for the zipper of my dress when the door opened, and Cain sauntered in.
What? How did he get in? I locked the door.
I wanted to facepalm myself. Of course, a locked door could never stop this man.
All the words stuck in my throat when he took his time in closing the distance between us. His eyes were so intense, enough to burn me to ashes.
Unconsciously, I backed away.
I just enticed him with my actions. His pupils constricted as he took long strides towards me, and before I knew it –– he was only inches away from me.
My eyes shut close when he reached out.
. . .
. . .
The attack never came. Instead, I flinched at the contact of warm water against my skin. If I could kill with my eyes, Cain must be ten meters deep in the ground by now.
“What? I want to take a shower too,” he teased with a suppressed grin while he scooted over next to me under the rain shower.
My frustrations were replaced by adoration when he ran his fingers through his wet hair. His lean muscles and abs dripping with water and . . .
His firm, sexy butt, and the outline of his erection underneath his wet boxers.
My tongue wiped my lips, and I swallowed my saliva to wet my dry throat. I even heard the sound of my ragged breathing as my eyes couldn’t tear away from his body, dripping with water.
“Like what you see?”
My lustful eyes flicked to his grinning face. His gaze, challenging me.
Oh, two can play this game.
My eyes squinted at him. Feeling my adrenaline bursting, I bumped him off the shower with my hips and flipped my hair on his grinning face.
The warm water felt heavenly against my cold skin. I faced him, and as seductive as I could, I licked my lips as my fingers comb my wet hair back. I pushed my breasts beneath my dress, enticing him with my nipples forming against the thin fabric.
I smiled in triumph when his grin fell right off his face. His jaw tightened as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. His pupils were narrowing and narrowing, looking like he was going to skip the appetizers and go straight with the main course.
I bit my lower lip and batted my eyelids at him.
“Like what you see?” I teased.
Cain’s eyes turned a shade darker.
“Vixen, I won’t be merciful.”
I grabbed her waist and pressed her body against the wall as I held her nape to cut her escape and smashed my lips against hers.
My frustrations. The desire. The longing. The lust. All burst out.
But even so –– I held to that tiny spec of control.
I’ll hurt her if I don’t.
Don’t rush. We have all the time in the world.
The violent and savaged kiss turned slow as I nibbled her lips until it was red and swollen. I suck the plump and moist skin of her lips, teasing her, not giving her what she wanted when she opened her mouth and extended her tongue.
“Cain . . .”
Ahh . . . there it is . . . Her pleading voice.
I gave her what she wanted and slid my tongue inside her as she welcomed me with hers.
She tasted with just the right sweetness.
My fingers curled on her hair, and I tilted her head to deepen the kiss while her arms circled my neck. My other hand roamed on her shoulder down to her back, finding what it was looking for. I pulled down the zipper of her dress, and it fell against the smoothness of her skin, showing all of her that was only covered with undergarments.
“You’re so sexy . . . ,” I whispered near her ear and groaned in anticipation when her abdomen clenched.
My hands rubbed the smooth curved of her back as I bit and sucked her tongue. Her little fingers moved to my chest down to my stomach and lingered on my erection.
It was a turn on.
“Aghh . . . ,” she moaned in protest when I pulled away and turned her around.
As much as I wanted to take her now –– I persevere.
I wanted to savor this moment.
Wanting to feel every second of this.
“Cain . . .”
She purred, and my eyes closed shut for a moment. I gripped her shoulders when she tried to face me.
“Let me wash you.”
I murmured as I bit her earlobe. I plunged my tongue inside her ear, and her knees buckled, and my hands shot to her waist, steadying her.
I turned off the shower and guided her closer to the wall. She plastered her palms on the marble partition while I grabbed a body wash and poured it all over her.
“Mmmm . . .”
I took a sharp intake of air when she flinched from the sensation. The softness of her sexy butt grazed my cock, and it throbbed like hell.
My ragtag breathing bounced along the room as I stared at her, taking in her lewd position from behind. She was bent, enticing me with her round ass. I squeezed and massaged those rounded cheeks, enjoying the soft flesh beneath my skin.
I unclasped her bra and started washing her body with my hands. The incredible slimy sensation of her cold skin against my hot flesh was addicting!
She was panting now as I pressed my stiff cock between her thighs. I bent my body to grope her breasts, and her delicate nipples reacted to my touch.
“C-Cain . . .”
She pleaded as she reached out to touch me. I knew she wanted it so bad as much as I do. But she’s not ready for me –– yet.
I need to prep her first.
“Shhh . . . Let me wash you first, my love.”
I grabbed her arm and placed it on the wall as I nibbled her earlobe while my other hand was washing and squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples.
I withdrew my hand from hers and groped the softness of her chest while my free hand roamed her lower body. Her sweet moans enticed me to reach lower and slid my fingers beneath her panties, between her thighs.
Her hand shot on top of mine, stopping me.
“Relax . . . Let me wash you here, Leanna . . . ,” I cooed with my usual pleading voice, which I knew she was weak against.
When her limbs gone limp, I rubbed her clit and separated her soft folds. Seconds later, my fingers were assaulted by her steamy cum. My balls tightened, and my cock throbbed in eagerness to be inside her.
“Nghh . . . ,” I groaned, feeling her getting weaker by the minute. “You’re so wet for me . . .”
I pulled down her panties, and she tossed it aside. I removed my boxers together with my briefs with haste and turned on the shower. I grabbed her waist and cupped her breast as I slid my rigid shaft between her sex –– rubbing her wet folds while my swollen tip bumped her clit.
She reached out, grabbing my hair when I kissed her neck, leaving wet marks all the way to her shoulders as I rubbed my entire length in and out against her sleek, wanting folds. Her butt met my every thrust while our pre-cum joined in the fray.
The hot slimy sensation was enough to drive me crazy, and I knew she too was about to reach her limit.
I turned off the shower and spun her around and kissed her hard before I carried her out of the bathroom and into the bed. I gently placed her on the mattress and hovered over her, admiring her nakedness under the northern lights.
In an instant, my lust was replaced by love for her.
“Ty tak krasiva (you are so beautiful).”
I caressed her flush face, and she smiled at me with reddened cheeks.
“I ty nebesnyy (and you are heavenly).”
I stifled a laugh and took her lips in mine before I lick my way to her breasts. She was gasping, taking in occasional short breaths, and knew she was retraining her moans. She clenched several times as I nipped and sucked her nipples, alternating between her two plump offerings while making sure my hands memorized every inch of her body.
She whimpered in protest when I released her two heaving breasts. I kissed the tears in her eyes and licked the saliva dripping from her mouth as I parted her legs.
“Aargghhh . . .”
She moaned aloud and grabbed my hair when I planted feather-light kisses on her belly down to her clit.
Gasps and moans and steamy hot noises of her juices resonated in the room as I played with her folds, licking her sweet taste until I inserted my tongue inside her.
I can’t get enough of her taste.
She’s so addicting!
My one and only drug.
I didn’t stop kissing her even when she trembled and panted for air. My tongue curled inside her tight slimy walls, reaching for her stimulus spot before I pulled out and nipped her clit while my fingers rubbed her sex.
I slid a finger inside, and let her adjust to me before I pumped her for her sweet secretions. Knowing she’s wet enough, I curled my finger before I inserted another. I stretched her tight walls, preparing her to receive me. Her body arched and spasmed, and I knew –– she’ll be ripe for the picking.
I slid another finger and let her adjust before I pumped her again –– hard.
She was screaming now, and it won’t be long.
“Come for me, Leanna . . .”
I plunged my fingers deeper as she came while my other hand squeezed her breast, pinching and rolling her hardened tip between my fingers.
Her body arched and jerked, and watching her like this –– fulfills me.
*pant . . .
*pant . . .
I let her caught her breath before I positioned myself between her –– ready to claim what I was dreaming since the moment I laid my eyes on her.
I licked my palm and rubbed it on my cock. She needed extra lubrication.
I claimed her lips as I led her arms around my neck and slowly entered her. I made sure to control my movement. To make this less painful for her as much as possible.
But my swollen tip against her tiny hole proved to be a difficult challenge. Not to mention as her sex was constricting and loosening. It was not helping in my predicament, even the slightest.
I pulled out and inserted my finger inside her, coating it with her sweet arousal before I rubbed it on her clit. Making circular motions and massages to help her relax as I moved tiny strokes to enter her. I let her adjust to me before I gently, carefully, agonizingly, penetrate her inch by delicious inch. Even though it was killing me, I had to endure for her sake.
“Ah! Nghh! Argh!!”
Her nails dug into my back –– I didn’t care. She was hurting and if it could alleviate it a little . . . then, she could scratch my back to her heart’s content.
“C-Cain . . . i-it hurts . . . i-it hurts . . .”
Her head shifted, and she stared at me with teary eyes. Her face flush and my heart softened.
“Leanna, my love . . . It’s only the tip.”
I huffed a laugh despite the sweat tickling on my forehead when her eyes widened while her expression contorted in fear.
I paused and kissed the tears in her eyes before I planted kisses on her face, relaxing her as I crept my hand on top of her head while my other hand steadied her waist.
There is no other way.
“C-Cain . . . c-can you . . . s-stop . . . ?” She sniffled.
Ah . . . My dear . . .
Wrong choice of words.
She melted when I kissed her earlobe and whispered in a tender voice, “Leanna . . . I’ve wanted this since the very first time that we’ve met. Don’t ask me to stop now.”
I plunged my cock inside her –– in one full thrust.
Her screams mixed with my groans of pleasure bounced along the room. I almost lost myself in the amazing sensation inside her. How her soft flesh wrapped and squeezed my shaft nearly made me cum. How her walls clasped and unclasped as the torturous pain of being squeezed to the maximum, which my circulation was almost cut, brought me incredible pleasure –– pleasure beyond compare.
I want more.
I let her scream and cry in pain as I planted soft kisses on her body to relax her, letting her adjust to my size before I’d make any movement.
My eyebrows twitched when hot thick liquids gushed out of her, and I coaxed her with the gentlest tone I could muster.
“Leanna . . . only this time . . . this time . . . be wounded by me.”
I started to move, slow and careful, in and out of her. I maintained my pace as I continued to kiss and suck the sensitive skin of her neck.
When she somewhat adjusted to me, I straightened my back and grabbed her waist to pound her hard.
“Breathe, Leanna . . . Don’t hold it in.”
She heeded my command, and the room boomed with her moans, gasps, and screams –– it was like a euphoric symphony in my ears.
“Cain . . .”
“Cain. . .”
She continued to cry my name, and it only made my blood excited. I went on my knees and raised her legs, resting her calves over my shoulders.
I rocked her in a side-to-side and up-and-down motion, bringing the head and shaft of my manhood in direct contact with the front walls of her sex. This angle allowed for deeper penetration. I thrust slowly at first to avoid causing her discomfort. When she had gotten the hang of it –– I quicken my pace and thrust deeper, alternating between shallow and deep penetrations.
My breathing hot in gruff pants as I pounded her relentlessly.
I pulled out, and she looked at me, relief in her misty half-close eyes –– but not for long.
I slammed my hips forward, burying my cock to the hilt, deeper and harder than never before. Our heads snapped back as my hips hammered hers while my balls smashed against her sexy ass.
Her breathing became short, shallower every second. Her skin was flush. Her engorged breasts indicated that she was nearing the peak of her arousal –– she’s nearing her orgasm.
And I am too.
She screamed when she found her release, and her body trembled. The hot, sticky wet sensation of her cum and the clenching of her insides brought me immeasurable pleasure. With a few more deep thrusts, I grabbed her waist and released my cum deep inside her, making sure she took every lost drop of me. I stayed in place even after I stop releasing my semen, making sure none of my seeds leak out from her. I wanted my scent to remain inside her. To mix with hers.
A few more breaths, and I put her legs down and pressed my weight against her. I kissed her flush face and licked her tears, her sweat, her saliva.
“You are . . . mine now. All mine . . . my love,” I whispered between breaths.
She clenched, and I felt weak. The pleasure was building once more in the pit of my stomach down to my more than willing penis.
I kissed her forehead and let her have her quick rest.
She protested between catching her breaths when I pulled out my cock and out of bed to ransack my suitcase.
“Be right back, my love.”
When my fingers grabbed what it was looking for, I went back between her legs.
“What . . . *huff . . . are you doing?”
She was so weak and fragile and small against me with her muffled, tiny voice. Her body was limped while she could barely open her eyes.
I didn’t answer and continued grinning at her. I opened the lid of the glass container and dipped my fingers inside the balm.
“Ooohh . . .”
She gasped as I carefully slid a finger inside her, making sure to reach deeper and touch every corner of her.
“Relax . . .” I pressed her belly and continued what I was doing.
After seconds, she was moaning in delight, “Mmnn . . . It feels . . . good . . .”
I laugh a bit as I continued to apply the salve inside her –– an ointment for rapidly healing the swelling and wounds. Specifically, the tearing of the hymen. It had a pleasant cooling sensation. I made it develop just for this day.
With my size, she needs all the help she can get.
I positioned myself between her legs.
“W-what . . .”
Laughter thunder in my chest when her eyes widened, looking at my fingers, holding my rigid cock, ready to insert it inside her once more.
She looked at me with her weak futile resistance.
“The night is still young, my love.”
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