Page 81 of Born for Silk
It dawns on me then, as I become aware of the entire mass of his length, measuring it in my mind in comparison to me… And I swallow. It’s too big, but that is why we breed Xin De with Common now. To fix our physical differences.
“Is it possible that you’re too big?” I blurt out.
His hips demand mine to open wider. “You are soaking wet for me; you will let me in. And I will restrain myself. Just relax for me, sweet creature.”
Fingers touch inside my folds, swept up and down, spreading my natural lubricant around. With a grunt, he is fisting his length and swirling the swollen head up and down my entrance, stirring me into a frenzy of panic and anguish.
“Need this.” The words beat against my forehead as he presses the crown through my folds. “Easy.” He isn’t talking to me. “Fuck.”
My body sinks, swallowed up by the mattress.
When he beats against the sensitive seal inside me, I’m hit with a bolt of warning. A whimper escapes my throat, but he doesn’t stop working his way against the resistance inside me.
Not for a second.
The sensation burns and burns. Then he stabs through me, folding me inward like a new rosebud. Agony heats my abdomen. Spasms twist in my thighs. Turns me inside out.
Crying out, I dig my nails into his chest.
“Aster.” He whispers apologies and praise while he thrusts deeper, possessing my body entirely. “It’ll be over soon, little Silk Girl. You’re perfect. Untouched. Let me in.”
I let his words overrun my senses. “Yes, my king.”
Holding me with dominance, preventing me from recoiling, he stretches me open, one thick inch at a time, until I can no longer fit anymore. No longer breathe, think, or feel anything but the weight and pressure of him absolutely everywhere.
“There you go. You have taken as much of me as you can. I’m so proud of my sweet creature.”
He rolls against me, his length sliding but never completely withdrawing, never allowing me a full breath, consuming my every cell with him.
His rhythmic strokes are powerful, painful—overwhelming. Each one wrenches a long, moan through my lips. And I’m lost in them.
“My king,” I whimper, needing reassurance.
“Yes, sweet thing. I’m here. I’m going to fuck you, over and over, until you’re pregnant.” His words spur him on further. “Until my sons and daughters grow inside your womb. Swell your belly. This is my pussy, my womb, my damn body. Fuck.” Heat from his growl caresses my forehead. “Remember your claws, little creature.”
He speeds up, pumping, his mouth mauling and licking at my forehead. I feel the beast inside him breaking loose, threatening to tear me apart with passion.
I’m wet. So wet for him. It helps. The tightness inside me melts around his thorough penetration, the pain transforming into beautiful agony that I don’t want to end.
He feels like pain and desire.
Like danger and grace.
Tears rush down my temples.
He rears up and possesses my throat, pinning me, pumping in and out, my entire body gyrating beneath him. Pain shoots through my abdomen again, too deep, too thick.
Desperate, I reach up, needing my hands on him to feel safe, but he’s out of reach.
He catches my swinging wrists and presses my palms to his warm abdomen, where the muscles tighten with each thrust. “I’m here.”
My head is spinning, and I think I might blackout when he grabs my thigh and angles my backside, taking me down a path of pleasure.
Then there is no gravity.
No room. No bed. No up. No down.
Just him and me and his length rubbing every nerve that lines my channel.