Chapter 24: Diogo

I should slow down, be gentle with my new wife. She's small and I took her by surprise. I'm not usually an aggressive beast when I take a woman to my bed. Yet, with Taran, I feel different. Feel the driving need to imprint myself all over her. I want her to feel every part of me inside every part of her. Want my scent to linger on her skin and in her hair. Want her to remember who she belongs to.
She won't understand this intense need of mine though. She's already confused by how fast I've pursued her. Doesn't understand why I want her so bad. She doesn't realize that she's been a myth to me for long enough that I built a pedestal for my little bird. A pedestal with a cage on top. And finally meeting her in person, confirming all my beliefs of this incredible woman, I want to ensure that she never leaves my side.
I've been protecting this city for so long, sacrificing so much of myself, that it's time I finally take a prize. My little wife is the best prize I can think of. She's staring up at me with panic in her eyes, fearful of my raging desire. She should be afraid. These feelings are new to me too and they make me unpredictable.
But I don't want to hurt her, so I force myself to slow down, to sink into her stormy gray gaze. Her beautiful, unique eyes centre me. Reach deep into my soul and hold me still.
"Taran." I say her name, awe in my voice as I gaze down her naked body. She is beyond perfect, with feminine curves despite her tiny stature. She flinches as I reach for her, but I only slide my fingers across her ribcage, mourning the bones that are clearly visible. I'll spend a lifetime giving her everything she's ever wanted for. Every day she will eat until she's stuffed. Light candles and lanterns whenever she wants and use heated water.
I lean over and press my lips to the skin between her small breasts. She brings her hands to my shoulders and pushes, but her strength is slight compared to mine. Still, I gather her hands in mine and hold them together against her stomach. It's best if she can't struggle this first time, best if I can take care not to damage her.
I reach down with my free hand and unbuckle my belt then tug it away from the loops of my jeans. I wrap it around her wrists, binding them together. I tug until its tight enough to hold her but not tight enough that she'll lose circulation. I pull the leather back through the buckle and secure it. She's staring up at me with injured, accusing eyes.
"For your own safety," I explain before tipping her bound hands up over her head. Now that her hands are taken care of I feel better about slowing down enough to explore her. I trail my lips across her jaw toward her ear, tilting her head to the side so I can access the tiny shell.
"Diogo" Her moan is a half-hearted protest. The shiver that wracks her body tells me everything I need to know. She enjoys my touch, though she tries to resist. Doesn't understand this pull between us.
I understand, I've understood from the beginning, before I ever met her. I'm attracted to her light and her idealism. I want every part of her, brain, body, spirit. Even her rebellious streak appeals to me, the man that creates and enforces rules. Her ability to defy and flaunt those rules makes her an enigma in a world of tightly leashed chaos. And she is attracted to me as well, despite her protests.
Taran wants the strength she senses in me. She craves the stability and protection I can offer her. Even though she despises my methods, she can't argue with the results. I was instrumental in creating the Sanctuary that we now live in, and I protect the citizens within my city walls. For a girl that has no one to call family, hasn't known a stable life since she was born, I represent safety. Even if she hates that craving, hates reaching for the man who has captured and enslaved her.
I trail kisses down the side of her neck, savouring the sensation of her soft skin against my lips, against the rasp of my chin. She smells like heaven, like fresh air and freedom. She squirms underneath me and I wonder if she's wet for me yet. I find the spot between her shoulder and neck and bury my teeth into the flesh. She cries out and her hips jerk into mine as I suck her flesh, tasting her skin, marking her.
She's driving me wild, bucking her body up against mine and crying her pleasure in my ear. Those guttural moans are like music. It pleases me that my wife enjoys my touch. I mark the same spot until I know she'll carry my bruise for the world to see then I move on, trailing stinging bites from her neck down to her breasts. I take one of the peaked nipples into my mouth, testing it against my tongue, rolling the tiny bud and enjoying the sensation of the hard yet resilient flesh in my mouth.
"Oh god, pleeease!" she yells in my ear, bringing her legs up to clasp my hips.
She drops her arms, still bound, to wrap them around my head and hold me against her. She arches her back, thrusting her nipple deep into my mouth. I bite down, marking the delicate flesh of her breast. She cries out, even louder, and jerks her hips against me.
She is more than I can resist. I'm now confidant that my little wife wants me as much as I want her. Our union will be one of mutual pleasure. I reach down between us to open my zipper, my hand lingering over her pussy. The temptation is too much for me. I touch her, burying my fingers in the heated warmth of her. She is wet and welcoming, accepting the slide of my fingers through her labia before I find her centre. She moans again and widens her legs as I sink one finger into her passage. She's tight, almost too tight. But she'll take me. Her body is meant to accommodate mine.
I lean back and finally free myself from the constriction of my jeans. She's rolling her hips against me, asking for my possession. I'm nearly out of my mind with lust for her. She's so fucking perfect. I've never met anyone like her. So honestly passionate in all of her actions. She wants me though she doesn't want to want me.
Her wholehearted response drives me wild, taking my breath and my ability to think.
I replace my fingers with my cock, and reach up to hold her head, forcing her gaze to mine. Her eyes are glazed, but they search my face. I thrust, pushing into her. I'm stunned by the heat of her clasp. She's too tight for me to push all the way in all at once. She makes a garbled sound and tightens her arms around my neck, dragging my head down to hers. I press my forehead against hers and stare at her lovely features, twisted in concentration as I take several shallow thrusts, going in deeper with each one. Her body stretches, taking me in.
I can see the merging of pleasure and pain in her eyes, in the grimace on her features. She lifts her legs higher along my hips and I wish that I'd taken the time to remove my clothes. I want to feel her skin against mine. I want to slide against her with no barriers.
After a few more thrusts she picks up the rhythm, countering with her own hips, pushing them back against me, taking me deeper. I can see the build of pleasure in the way she tilts her head back against the pillows, closing her eyes, savouring our connection. Her mouth is shaping a perfect O as small puffs of breath escape her. Her fingers slide through my hair on the nape of my neck, tangling in the short strands and tugging me closer against her. She wraps herself around me like a vine clinging lovingly to its host.
I'm in heaven. I can't imagine anything better. Didn't know this depth of feeling existed. If I was dangerous and protective before, now that I'm claiming her, I'm going to be unreasonable. I want nothing to touch this woman. Nothing but me. I don't care that my thoughts are unreasonable, that they're contrary to the cool logic in which I conduct most aspects of my life. I want to keep Taran forever, and I'll do whatever it takes to ensure that happens. Even if it means protecting her from herself. Caging her.
I growl into her throat as I feel my body tightening, the familiar sensation of coming hitting me hard, so much more intense. I grip her hard, clutching her to my chest as I thrust into her. I hope that she's alright, that she isn't hurt during my wild release. I can't stop.
I shout into her hair as I come, shooting semen deep into her body. Satisfaction floods through me, a primal reaction to making her mine.
She's panting in my ear, still clinging to me. I don't know if she orgasmed, didn't have space in my head to care. But now, I want her to feel pleasure at my hands, know what I can give her.
I tip her back onto the bed, slide my still hard cock from her body and drop down between her legs. I push two fingers inside her and am greeted with another musical moan and the short thrust of her hips up into my hand. Her body is well-lubricated and I find her G-spot right away, pressing my fingers hard into the soft wall of her pussy.
I lick the inside of her thigh, nipping the flesh before moving to her centre and eating her. I mean to go slow, to enjoy her, but I'm consumed once more by the essence that is Taran. I'm devouring her, sucking her into my mouth, tasting her, swallowing her. She gives herself up willingly, flinging her bound hands over her head and riding my face, bucking into me, forcing herself onto my tongue.
I swipe the slippery nub of her clit with my tongue, forcing her to take the rough invasion. Her shrieks fill the air and she rolls her face into the side of her arm as her body explodes under me. Fluid gushes from her, soaking my fingers. I drop lower and lap at it as it flows from her body. Her fluid and mine combined, pushed from her as her body contracts with the force of her pleasure.
I watch her face intently as she comes down. The drowsy happy look is perfect, something that I will hold in my memory. Especially as I know that soon she'll remember. Remember who I am. Who she is. Remember that I am her enemy. The enemy that makes her body sing.