My wife.
The word burned through my veins like liquid fire as I devoured her lips, my tongue fucking her mouth the way I intended to ruin her cunt in the next few minutes. Aurora moaned desperately into the kiss, her small hands fisting the front of my shirt like she was afraid I might disappear. I pulled back just enough to growl against her swollen lips, voice already rough with need.
“On the bed. Now. Arms above your head. Don’t you dare move them.”
She obeyed, eyes already dark and glassy with lust as she crawled onto the massive silk-covered bed and stretched her arms high above her head. I took a moment to drink her in, my beautiful bride, still in her white wedding dress, chest heaving, thighs pressed together in anticipation.
I reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out the black leather devil mask. The same one I’d worn the night I first claimed her taste. I slid it over my face slowly, letting the familiar weight settle. The world narrowed through the eye holes, everything sharper, darker, more primal.
Aurora’s breath hitched audibly when she saw me. “Santino…”
“Quiet,” I ordered, voice low and commanding through the mask. “You speak only when I allow it tonight, wife.”
I stripped for her with deliberate slowness, first my jacket, then my shirt, revealing the hard planes of my chest and the devil tattoo that marked my skin. My pants followed, until I stood completely naked except for the mask, my thick, veined cock heavy and leaking precum down the shaft. Aurora’s eyes were locked on it, thighs squeezing together.
I climbed onto the bed like a predator and tore her wedding dress open with one sharp rip from neckline to hem. The delicate white fabric gave way easily, exposing her perfect body. She gasped as cool air hit her skin, her nipples tightening. I pushed the ruined dress aside and hooked my fingers into her white lace panties, ripping those away too.
“Fucking perfect,” I growled, spreading her thighs wide. Her pretty pink pussy was already soaked, glistening with arousal. I leaned down and dragged my tongue through her folds in one long, slow lick, tasting her sweetness. Aurora cried out, hips jerking.
I slapped her inner thigh hard. “Still,” I warned. “You take what I give you.”
I devoured her then, tongue fucking deep into her tight hole, lips sucking her swollen clit, two thick fingers curling inside her to stroke that spongy spot that made her scream. I brought her right to the edge again and again, only to pull back at the last second, leaving her sobbing and desperate.
“Please, Santino! I can’t…”
I rose over her, gripping her wrists in one large hand and pinning them above her head. The devil mask loomed above her as I notched the fat head of my cock against her dripping entrance.
“Look at me,” I commanded.
Her dark, tear-filled eyes met mine through the mask as I slammed into her in one brutal thrust, burying every thick inch to the hilt. The tight, velvet heat of her pussy nearly made me lose control. I groaned deeply, grinding against her cervix.
“Fuck… so tight. So wet for your husband on our wedding night.”
I fucked her with deep, powerful strokes, slow at first, savoring the way her walls fluttered around me. My free hand gripped her hip hard enough to bruise as I drove into her again and again.
“You’re my wife now,” I rasped, voice dark and possessive through the mask. “Mine to love. Mine to protect. Mine to breed full every single night. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she moaned, legs wrapping tighter around my waist. “All yours, Santino, please!”
I released her wrists only to grip both her thighs, folding her nearly in half. The new angle let me drive impossibly deeper. I pounded into her harder, the wet, obscene slap of skin on skin echoing through the room. I reached between us and rubbed tight, fast circles on her clit while I railed her.
“Come for me,” I ordered, voice rough and commanding. “Come on your husband’s cock like a good little wife.”
Aurora shattered with a broken scream, her pussy clamping down around me like a vice, milking me desperately. I fucked her through it, then flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up so she was on her knees, ass high in the air.
I slapped her ass hard, watching the red mark bloom. “Such a pretty hole for me.”
I slammed back into her from behind, one hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her hip as I fucked her like an animal, deep, brutal strokes that had her sobbing into the sheets. I reached around and rubbed her oversensitive clit again, forcing another orgasm out of her.
“Good girl,” I praised darkly. “Taking my cock so well. Gonna fill this womb until you’re dripping with me.”
I kept her impaled as I rolled us again, pulling her on top so she was straddling me. I gripped her ass with both hands and guided her to ride me, forcing her to take every inch.
“Ride your husband,” I growled. “Show me how much you love being bred.”
She rode me desperately, tits bouncing, head thrown back in ecstasy. I kept the mask on, watching her through it like the devil I was. When she came again, I finally let go, thrusting up hard and flooding her with thick, endless ropes of cum, grinding deep to push it against her cervix.
But I wasn’t finished.