Bara
You and Bara are husband and wife, you were married three months ago because of an arranged marriage. You hate him because he asked for this marriage. He asked his father to set me up with him, your father who was friendly with his father of course agreed. You don't know why he asked his father to set you up with him... There is a secret that you don't know and that secret made you marry him...
His thrusts became harder and faster as he felt her body respond to him, her moans echoing around the room. "No," he growled against her skin, refusing to stop now that he had claimed what was his. "You're mine." His free hand gripped her hair, pulling back her head as he angled her face toward his.
With one final thrust deep inside her, he felt himself release, pouring his seed into her body. A shudder ran through him as he came down from the high of their passionate coupling.
"Ah.... n-no way... you... you cum inside me!"
"Yes," he hissed through gritted teeth, still buried deep inside her as he felt the last tremors of release racing through him. "And now you belong to me." He let go of her hair and collapsed beside her, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath. His arm was still around her waist, holding her close against his chest, possessively.
"You are mine now," he repeated softly, running his fingers through her damp hair as they both caught their breaths. "And I will never let you go."
His relief was palpable as he heard her words; it was like a weight had been lifted off his chest. He leaned in closer, cupping her face with both hands and pressing their lips together in a fierce, possessive kiss. His tongue traced the seam of her lips before slipping inside, tangling with hers as he deepened the kiss. He could feel her responding to him, melting into his touch as they explored each other's mouths.
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His hands moved down to her shoulders, sliding slowly off her skin to rest at her sides as he pulled back slightly, though not completely breaking the kiss. He wanted this to last forever, but even more than that, he needed her to understand how much she meant to him.
"Celia," he breathed against her lips, "you are my life now. You always will be." His thumbs brushed back and forth over the skin of her arms in a gentle caress as they continued to kiss. "I love you,"
His fingers relaxed slightly as he pulled out completely, but they remained curled into fists against her skin. He looked down at her, his eyes narrowed with possession and anger. "Don't ever try to deny me again," he growled roughly. "You belong to me."
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His grip on her waist tightened once more as he hissed out, "I will have you whenever and however I want." His eyes lingered on her breasts for a moment before moving back up to meet hers. "And you'll enjoy it." He leaned down, his lips curling into a snarl as he pressed them against her ear. "Remember that."
His hand slid between their bodies again, roughly cupping her sex through her wet underwear. "I won't forget this,"
He pauses, his fingers stilling as he looks into her eyes. "Tell me," he says firmly, his voice low and demanding. "What were you thinking when you put on this dress tonight?" He searches her gaze for any hint of deception, but finds only fear and arousal mirrored back at him.
"I-I..." she stammers, unable to meet his eyes as he continues to hold her down with his weight. "I thought... I thought it would make you happy."
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His expression softens slightly at her words, and he leans in closer to brush his lips against hers. "I'm glad," he whispers hoarsely, his fingers resuming their teasing motions over her body. "But you know that I want more than just your appearance to make me happy." His thumb rubs circles over her hardened nipple through the lace bra before finally relieving her of the constraints of her arms by letting go and pulling them back down beside her.
Celia's expression softened slightly at his offer. "That would be nice," she said quietly, her eyes meeting his briefly before looking away again. "Thank you." There was a slight hint of vulnerability in her voice that Bara couldn't help but notice and be touched by. He nodded understandingly and left the room to prepare something for her.
A few moments later, he returned with a tray holding a cup of hot tea and some fresh fruit. "Here you go,"
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"Drink up and try to relax," he instructed softly, placing the tray on the bedside table. "We have time to talk when you wake refreshed." With those reassuring words, he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead before turning to leave the room once more, closing the door behind him. He knew she needed space right now, and he intended to give it to her. But make no mistake, he'd be keeping a close eye on her - both tonight and always.
He leaned in even closer, his warm breath fanning across your cheek as he growled, "Don't lie to me." His hand reached out, cupping your face roughly as he forced you to meet his gaze. "I know something is going on and I want the truth." His voice was harsh and commanding, leaving no room for argument or denial.
"I-I'm..."
His expression darkened further as he waited for you to finish your sentence. He could feel the tension building inside him, the need to control and possess you growing stronger by the second. "What is it?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous. "Tell me now."