Chapter 425: Chapter 425 Sarcasm
"You’re absolutely stunning, my dearest duchess," Riley growled, the words rumbling from deep in his chest like the low, possessive roar of a lion claiming its mate.
His voice was thick with raw desire, husky and commanding, sending a delicious shiver racing down Monique’s spine.
She could see the fire blazing in his dark eyes—pupils blown wide, lids heavy with unrestrained lust.
His sharp jaw was clenched, a faint flush coloring the high planes of his cheeks, and the way he looked at her, as if she were the only thing in the entire world worth devouring, made her feel both cherished and utterly helpless beneath the weight of his hunger.
Riley’s large, calloused hands—gentle despite their strength—guided her slowly down onto the plush bed.
The cool silk sheets contrasted sharply with the burning heat of her skin, making her gasp softly as her back settled against them.
He followed her down, his powerful body hovering above hers for a moment, muscles flexing beneath taut skin as he drank in the sight of her laid bare for him.
Monique’s heart thundered in her chest, every nerve alight with anticipation and a fluttering trace of nervous excitement.
With deliberate reverence, he trailed his palms along the soft curves of her hips, up the trembling length of her thighs, until he reached her knees.
There he paused, his touch turning firmer, more possessive.
Slowly—agonizingly slowly—he parted her legs, opening her completely to his heated gaze.
Monique’s breath hitched as the cool air kissed her most intimate places, already slick and aching for him.
Riley settled between her spread thighs, the broad head of his thick, throbbing cock brushing teasingly against her soaked entrance.
A low, involuntary whimper escaped her lips at the contact—hot, velvet steel nudging her sensitive folds, promising the fullness she’d dreamed about for so long.
He held himself there, poised on the precipice, every muscle in his body coiled tight with the effort of restraint.
Monique could feel the barely leashed power in him, the way his hips flexed minutely as if fighting the primal urge to thrust forward and bury himself inside her in one brutal stroke.
But Riley was a man of honor, even in the grips of passion.
He lifted his gaze from where their bodies nearly joined and locked eyes with her—deep, intense, searching.
In those pretty eyes of hers he saw trust, desire, and the faintest flicker of vulnerability.
His expression softened instantly, the feral edge giving way to tender concern.
"One last chance to back out, Monique," he murmured, his deep voice now gentle, almost reverent, as he brushed a stray lock of hair from her flushed cheek.
"I mean it, my naughty duchess. We can wait until our wedding night—until it’s perfect, official, everything you deserve. I won’t take this from you unless you’re absolutely certain."
Monique’s chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths as his words sank in.
She searched his face—the strong lines she’d memorized in stolen glances, the sincerity shining through the storm of desire.
There wasn’t a single doubt in her heart about Riley. She loved him fiercely, trusted him completely.
Whether it happened tonight or on their wedding night, she would belong to him—body, heart, and soul.
The only question was timing.
And right now, with his powerful body pressed against hers, the scorching heat of his cock resting at her entrance, every inch of her skin singing for him... waiting felt like torture.
She wanted to be his in every way.
She wanted to feel him stretch her, fill her, make her a woman beneath him today.
Several long seconds passed as she drew in those shaky breaths, her fingers tightening around his broad shoulders.
Then, with a small but determined smile, she shook her head.
"No," she whispered, her voice soft yet unwavering. She slid one hand up to cup his stubbled jaw, holding his gaze so he could see the certainty in her eyes.
"I don’t want to wait. I want it now, Riley. I want you—right here, right now. Make me yours."
A low, approving growl rumbled in his throat, and the hunger flared bright in his eyes once more.
"Then you’re mine, duchess," he rasped, leaning down to capture her lips in a deep, claiming kiss. "All mine."
After the fierce, claiming kiss, Riley finally broke away, his lips lingering just a breath from hers as he drew in a ragged inhale.
His dark eyes burned with unrestrained hunger, the last tether of his patience fraying to nothing.
Monique lay beneath him, flushed and trembling, her swollen lips parted, chest rising and falling in quick, shallow waves.
The air between them crackled with raw need.
Riley shifted his weight, one strong arm braced beside her head while his other hand moved lower.
He wrapped his large fingers around the base of his enormous 15-inch cock—impossibly thick, heavily veined, pulsing with heat and slick with her earlier arousal.
The sheer size of him looked almost obscene against her delicate, pink entrance, yet the sight only fueled the fire roaring through his veins.
He guided the broad, flushed crown downward, dragging it slowly through her soaked folds.
Monique gasped at the contact, her hips jerking involuntarily as he rubbed the velvet-soft head back and forth along her sensitive slit.
He coated himself deliberately, sliding the length of his shaft through her dripping wetness, teasing her swollen clit with firm, circling strokes that made her whimper and clutch at the sheets.
Each pass drew more of her creamy essence onto him, until his entire length glistened obscenely—shiny, slick, and ready.
The wet, lewd sounds of his cock gliding through her folds filled the hushed room: soft squelches and slick friction that made Monique’s cheeks burn even hotter.
Her thighs trembled around his hips, instinctively trying to pull him closer.
Riley’s jaw clenched as he watched her reactions, savoring every tiny twitch, every breathless moan that told him how desperately her body craved him.
Only when the fat, mushroomed head was thoroughly drenched—glazed in her sweet juices—did he finally align himself.
He pressed forward with deliberate slowness, the blunt tip nudging against her tight opening.
Monique’s breath hitched sharply; her fingers dug into his broad shoulders as the unyielding pressure began to build.
The thick crown stretched her delicate entrance wider than she’d ever imagined possible.
Inch by agonizing inch, he pushed inside, parting her virgin walls with relentless care.
A sharp, sweet moan of pain spilled from her lips as the head finally slipped past the tight ring of muscle with a slick, audible pop.
"Hmmmmmm..."
Riley immediately captured her mouth again in a deep, soothing kiss, swallowing the sound and pouring every ounce of tenderness he possessed into it.
His tongue stroked hers slowly, coaxing, comforting, as he held himself steady—letting her adjust to the burning stretch of just his crown seated inside her.
Only when he felt her body begin to soften around him did he move again.
Slowly, inexorably, he fed more of his monstrous length into her clenching heat.
Her velvet walls fluttered wildly, gripping him in a vise-like hold that made his vision blur with pleasure.
Every inch he claimed forced soft whimpers from her throat, her nails scoring red lines down his back as the overwhelming fullness bordered on too much.
Her maidenhood, that fragile barrier, offered only the briefest resistance against his sheer size and determination.
Riley drew his hips back slightly—just enough to gather power—then drove forward in one smooth, powerful thrust.
The thin membrane gave way with a fleeting sting, and in a single claiming stroke he buried himself to the hilt.
His heavy balls pressed flush against her ass as all 15 inches of his thick cock embedded deep inside her tight, newly deflowered cunt.
He bottomed out completely, the broad head lodged firmly against her cervix, stretching her in ways she had never dreamed possible.
Monique cried out into his mouth—a muffled, broken sound that mingled sharp pain with the first dizzying sparks of unimaginable fullness.
Her entire body tensed beneath him, back arching off the bed, thighs quivering uncontrollably as she struggled to accommodate his impossible girth.
Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, not from regret, but from the sheer intensity of being so utterly, completely taken.
Riley stilled instantly, buried to the root, every throbbing inch of him sheathed in her scorching heat.
He broke the kiss only to rest his sweat-damp forehead against hers, breathing harshly through clenched teeth.
One large hand cupped her flushed cheek, thumb brushing away a stray tear with reverence.
"Breathe, my love," he rasped, voice rough with emotion and barely leashed desire. "You took all of me... so perfectly. You’re mine now, Monique. Completely mine."
He stayed motionless, letting her feel the full weight of his possession—the pulsing heat of his cock stretching her walls, the way her body fluttered and clenched around him in helpless response.
Only when he felt the first tentative relaxation of her inner muscles, the first soft roll of her hips seeking more, did a low, approving growl rumble from his chest.
