Page 20 of Braax's Bride

“Yes, I know my word.”

She trusted him completely, a realization that surprised her. Only a few weeks and she was ready to let him ravage her in the woods, willing to put every last bit of control into his clawed hands.

Braax took a few beats, giving her a chance to change her mind, to say something. He shifted both of her wrists to one of his large hands, using the other to drag his claws lightly across her breasts.

She bit her lip, trying to stop the smile from curling her mouth.

“Please, don’t hurt me!” she cried, and his pupils dilated at her words.

He was holding himself with so much tension and she desperately wanted him to let go, to unleash everything on her. She got her wish a moment later when he flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up so he could angle himself behind her.

“Stop! Get off of me!” Sofia yelled, though she couldn’t stifle the whimper of arousal as the head of his cock prodded against her.

Braax leaned forward, growling in her ear.

“You are sure you know your word?”

“Yes, I promise.”

There was silence for a moment, stillness as he waited for her to stop him. When she said nothing, he gave her what she wanted and she cried out from the sudden intrusion, his cock working its way inside her without his usual restraint.

In a moment, he was fully flush with her, the sharp bite of pain and pleasure melding together like intertwining nebulae. Then he was fucking her, harder than he’d ever done before, one hand pressing her head into the dirt.

“Stop, please…” she begged, her own desperate words only increasing her arousal, her need.

They seemed to do the same to Braax as he slammed into her like some sort of feral creature, animalistic grunts punctuating the peaceful forest.

Oh, it was so good, so improper, letting forbidden pleasure wrap them in its scandalous embrace.

The ridges of his cock rubbed her furiously, the pain worth every moment of delicious pleasure as tension coiled in her stomach. Her cheek pressed against the warm dirt, every thrust shaking her body with tremors.

The brutality surprised Sofia—though her husband wasn’t necessarily gentle, he’d never shown this type of untamed power—and she loved every minute of it. She lessened her grip on the cloud in her chest, allowing herself to feel the full range of emotions that flowed through her as her sexual fantasy came to life.

It was freeing to let go, to accept this part of her, reclaiming the power of her own body. Giving up control was cathartic, letting Braax violate her with his brutal thrusts.

A smack echoed into the night and she cried out as a shock of pain shot up her spine. He had slapped her, her ass still stinging as he plunged into her without relenting.

“I need you to cum for me, Sofia. If you don’t, I won’t stop fucking you, not even if you cry and scream.Not even if you beg.”

Oh, fuck. The growl in his voice made her dizzy, another smack ringing through the dark forest as he slapped her once more, pain and arousal twisting in her aching cunt. Her hands clawed at the dirt, the rapture of the moment forcing long dormant tears to spill.

She needed more, wanted to obey her husband more than anything on Olara 8, more than anything in the galaxy. Shespread her legs wider, arching her back to give Braax a better angle as he thrusted.

“Cum for me, Sofia!” he growled, his tail whipping from behind him and tangling around her waist.

The tip vibrated against her clit and her tears dripped onto dry dirt. A desperate moan escaped her lips, mixing with his vicious grunts.

A clawed hand gripped into her hair, pulling her back so he could hiss in her ear.

“Cum for me.Now.”

Tears streamed down her face as her orgasm ripped through her, sending a jolt up her spine and through her limbs as Braax continued to thrust. Her cunt clenched against his cock, almost suctioning him in, and she felt his sticky seed running down her thighs, a groan echoing into the night.

But he didn’t stop, still plowing into her, one hand gripping her hair as the other clawed at her waist, pulling her back to meet each of his thrusts.

Sofia was completely empty of thoughts, her mind and body deliciously numb. There was something so intimate, so erotic about fully submitting to her husband, every bit of control surrendered as he violated her.

Something she’d never felt even the slightest inclination for with Greyson.