“Are you still a virgin, Faith?” he growled. “Have you taken your own innocence with those damned vibrators or is the shield still in place?”
“I didn’t.” Her breathing was strangled, her voice weak, desperate. “I didn’t, Jacob. I swear.”
She felt his teeth nip her neck, his head bending until his mouth covered the mark he had left so long ago. His sharp canines raked, scratched, then he bit her with enough force to wring a cry from her throat. At the same time, his c**k pushed inside the tight channel of her body, causing her to scream out at the combined pleasure/pain.
One muscular arm wrapped around her h*ps to hold her in place as his shaft began to invade her, pushing through the tight muscles as they tensed, burned with the exquisite sensations that rioted through her body. He worked the broad length back and forth, his h*ps rocking against her as he tunneled further inside her.
She could feel the broad head parting her, easing her open for the thick shaft behind it. His c**k was fiery hot as he slid through the slick frothing cream that soaked her vagina. Working the broad shaft with shallow, gentle motions, he eased into the heated core of her. He thrust forward then retreated before returning with another slow, heated thrust until the proof of her innocence was met.
Faith cried out pleadingly. She bucked against him, trying to force the heavy c**k further inside her. She needed him, now. She wanted to feel him driving inside her, powerful and hot as her muscles clenched around him.
She felt him pause as he reached the shield of her virginity. Her eyes rose to his in the mirror, seeing a savage satisfaction wash over his face.
“Mine,” he snarled, then pushed forward with a hard thrust.
There was no pain. There was a flare of heat so blinding, so intense that Faith felt as though her heart would stop. It pulsed from her vagina, flowed through her body and seared her flesh. Her cunt was stretched, filled, so tight around his erection that she could feel the hard beat of his pulse in the thick shaft. His canines were locked on her neck, his tongue laving the wound and Faith felt herself enter a maelstrom she could have never envisioned.
As his teeth released her, heat seared her. Her body trembled, the blood rushed through her veins and her last vestige of control shattered with the incredible arousal that tore through her body. And Jacob didn’t seem unaffected. He growled low and rough, and began a hard driving rhythm of thrust and retreat that had her screaming for more. His c**k pounded into her, huge, unbearably hot as her flesh tightened on it, spasming, trying to lock the heat and hardness into her body.
Sweat dripped from Jacob’s brow, from her body as they fought for release now. His h*ps pistoned against her bu**ocks, his c**k buried inside the slick, soaked flesh of her snug channel repeatedly, stroking the sensitive tissue, firing sensations that licked over her entire body. She tightened her vagina on him, heard his groan, felt a heated spurt, then another inside her, and he kept thrusting, driving her closer, harder. Until Faith felt her body dissolve. Her cl**ax tore through her, ripped through her womb and cut a path of destruction through the rest of her body.
She lost her breath, could only gasp as she tightened in his arms. And then she felt more. Her eyes flew open in alarm as she heard Jacob curse. His c**k tunneled inside her, then thickened further, then further, until each time his h*ps jerked, the unusual thickness that seemed to have grown at the point where her channel was narrowest, only lodged him inside her tighter. His c**k was spurting repeatedly as he cried out her name, his body jerking against her, triggering flaring, multi-orgasms as the hard ball wedged inside her tighter, hotter than before.
Reality was only Jacob’s flesh locked inside her. It was only the hard, deep pulses of release that ripped repeatedly through her body. The heat and hardness, the lash of pleasure/pain, until she could do no more than collapse beneath him, fighting for breath as he followed her, catching his weight on his arms as his h*ps jerked against her bu**ocks, driving the steel hard knot that had grown in his c**k only deeper.
Time was a meaningless concept. She lay beneath him, shuddering each time he pulsed inside her, each time his h*ps jerked, his c**k tugging at her flesh.
“Jacob,” she whispered his name repeatedly, the word so soft, so breathless she doubted he even heard her.
Finally, with a last shuddering groan, she felt him tug once more, his c**k popping free of her vagina as he leaned back from her. She expected him to fall beside her. Had thought he would hold her. She didn’t expect him to jerk from her and stomp across the room. As she turned quickly in surprise, she saw only his sweat dampened back as the door slammed furiously on his retreat.
Chapter Nine
Fury flared in Faith. It surged through her body. As hot as passion, as destructive as a cl**ax, it tore through her body as the last vibrations of the door slamming died down. Shock had held her motionless, silent, but the pain that ripped through her tore her from the frozen moorings of silent disbelief.
“You bastard!” she screamed as she came to her knees, her fists clenched, tears falling down her cheeks as she felt the slick moisture of her body, and his seed dampening her thighs.
Her body still hummed with her release, and he just walked away? He couldn’t spare a hug or even a damned thank you? Something broke in her chest. A hollow center of hope that she had always held, always nurtured. Dark, vivid dreams of Jacob holding her, touching her in heat and gentleness, taking away the ache, the lonely core of misery that seemed to fill her. She felt it all shatter, and in its place a hard, cold core of fury replaced it.
She didn’t know what had happened, didn’t know how to deal with the desertion. He had just walked away. As though she were nothing, as though she meant that little to him. Once again, her own desperation, her sickening needs and love for him, had driven him away from her.
A sob broke from her throat as she jumped from the bed and strode quickly to the bathroom to clean the proof of her lack of control from her body. It wasn’t the first time he had left her like this, she reminded herself, but damn him to hell, it would be the last time.
Her teeth clenched on her pain-filled, enraged screams. The sounds locked in her chest, the small whimpers no more than the hard rasp of her breathing as she fought for and maintained her control.
This was what she had waited six years for, she raged silently. This was what she had dreamed? She didn’t think so. She would be damned if she would accept it.
She pulled her clothes on, her body vibrating with anger and a hopeless pain born of yet another rejection by Jacob. It would be her last, she promised herself. When she managed to get out of this damned place and return home, she would make certain Jacob never had a chance to hurt her again.