The sound of birds chirping merrily greeted her ears when she sat up, and the blanket covering her slipped down. She looked down at her naked chest, her still groggy mind trying to remember how she became naked.
After Tyronian and her had a fight and—she flushed—made up, she had fallen asleep in her old hut. She had woken up in the middle of Tyronian carrying her back to their own, where they had made love again; Tyronian handled her body sensually that time, as if making up for his rough treatment earlier.
As if her husband sensed her thinking about him, the door opened and he walked in. He paused once he saw her awake before he turned, closing the door with a decisive thud. The glint in his eyes when he faced her made her heart race, and her nipples hardened as arousal zinged through her with the same intensity as her nervousness.
The steamy glint meant that last night wasn’t enough for him.
“W-W-What are you doing?” Namoriee asked, her voice breathy from fear and excitement. It drove Tyronian crazy to see the flush crawling up her neck as her eyes flashed with the desire she tried so desperately to hide from him. He grinned, taking great pleasure in the way her erratic breaths made her breasts heave as he started to slowly unbutton his pants.
“It’s time for me to take another of your firsts.” Namoriee gasped, no doubt shocked at his bluntness.
“Come here, and get on your knees.” He motioned to the ground in front of him, letting out a husky chuckle when her eyes widened, riveted to the sight of him fisting himself when he was finally standing naked in front of her.
She didn’t move.
“Don’t make me come get you, Namoriee,” he warned. “I doubt you’d get as much pleasure as I will when I have to make your gorgeous bottom blush for misbehaving again. You have to the count of three.” He heard her breath hitch, but she still refused to move.
“One.”
He took a step forward. “Two.”
Her chest was positively heaving now, her fight or flight instincts kicking in. Her mind was telling her one thing, while her body was telling her another.
Fight won; she stayed where she was.
“Three,” he whispered down at her when he reached their bed. His hand shot out, grabbed her ankle, and yanked her down and over onto her stomach.
The smack he delivered was the first of many, and by the time he was done, her bottom was rosy again with his handprint. He traced his fingertip over the heated skin.
“This might be my new favorite look on you, besides you being naked.”
His fingers trailed down between the crack of her ass and touched the puckered hole. “I’m going to take you here,” he told her huskily. She stiffened when he pressed his thumb against it. “Not yet,” he assured her, “but someday. I told you before that I’m going to be your first everything, and I meant that.”
His hand continued its trail downward until his thumb brushed her swollen bud. She groaned quietly when he inserted a finger inside of her, her wetness making it easy for him.
“Look at how wet and pretty you are,” he whispered, watching her back flutter as she shivered. “You love when I touch this pretty cunt, don’t you?”
He inserted another finger, scissoring them inside of her. She was still so tight, her channel trying to deny him entrance the same way her heart did. “Or maybe, your cunt likes everything I do to it. Is that it, my sweet?” he crooned. “Does this snatch like how I make it feel?”
She made a low noise in her throat, and he waited until he could feel her insides start to flutter and pulse, on the brink of orgasm, before he pulled out. He did this over and over again, and once she was on the pinnacle of release—he stopped.
“Tyronian!” she wailed in desperation. “Please!”
He picked her up and slid her down his body, his hands buried in her hair to hold her in place once she was on her knees.
“Open your mouth,” he growled. He was barely hanging on. When she didn’t do it right away, he pulled her hair in warning. She whimpered, but finally, finally, she opened her mouth.
He groaned when the hot crevice of her mouth welcomed him. It felt so good. He thrust in deeper, watching with half-lidded eyes when she gagged, her hands flying up to grip his waist.
He eased back.
“Gods, you make me crazy,” he panted, pumping into her mouth with more gentle strokes. “I’m not gonna last long.”
She gagged when he pushed deeper again, holding there just long enough for her to start to panic before he ripped himself out. He gave her only a moment to gulp precious air she thought she’d lost before he shoved into her mouth again.
He continued to take her mouth this way, knowing that he was being too rough for her first time, but he vowed that he would make it up to her. Later, they would have another lesson, and he would treat her throat gently, train her on how to please him. But right now, he couldn’t.
His spine started to tingle, his legs started to shake, and his sac grew heavy when the mother of all climaxes drew down on him. He pulled back sharply.
“Stick out your tongue,” he ordered. One hand kept her head still while the other fisted his cock in furious strokes.
“Now!” he barked when she didn’t follow his direction right away. She did as she was told, just in time, too, because a moment later he moaned and watched as his semen coated her tongue and dribbled down her lips. He was still panting as he watched with hooded eyes when Namoriee went to wipe her mouth with the blanket that had fallen to the floor.
“No,” he stopped her, taking it away. “Swallow.”
She hesitated, uncomfortable, but did it. And damn if it didn’t make his cock spring to life at the sight. When she licked her lips to wipe away the drops that had missed her tongue, it was enough to make him want to take her mouth again, just so he could put the droplets back.
“Damn it all,” he muttered before he swooped her up and placed her back on the bed.
“What are you doing?” she piped in a squeak.
“Returning the favor,” he told her before burying his head between her thighs and getting to work.