I don't Love you

[Warning: Mature Scenes]

It was like waves of flesh, her body and his, colliding together.

There was pain, but there was also pleasure. She couldn't tell if the burn she was feeling was bearable or not. She just felt him, pounding, moving inside her, rubbing his manhood and giving her unexplored sensations. She could hear their loud breathing, sometimes moans, groans, or bestial sounds. She could feel her body moving, obeying his impulse. The mattress pressed under their bodies, the frame of the bed trembling. It was almost mechanical, the way her hips knew how to react to his. Milena had never thought sex would be like this. She didn't even know what she was expecting. 

It was crude, bare, primitive; their bodies seeking for pleasure in each other. There wasn't much to think about. She was focused on all those sensations, like an attentive student eager to learn more. She was curious to see where he'd take her. She knew the first time wasn't meant to be pleasant, but the princess was impatient and stubborn. Pleasure had to be there, somewhere, ready to take a hold of her. She held onto Rayan, her fingers desperately gripping onto his skin as her breathing grew more coarse.

"Milena..."

Hearing him breathe her name to her ear was like a delicious chill on her skin. She gasped, a bit surprised, as he kept repeating her name. Each thrust, she moaned louder, holding on desperately. She found a strange pleasure in that pain. There was something about knowing his manhood couldn't get enough of her. Even as she was under him, Milena smiled, feeling powerful. She liked it. She liked it a lot, the way he couldn't stop. She spread her legs a bit more, trying to control her breathing, trying to master this. The pain was slowly leaving. Was it because she was getting accustomed? Or because she was stronger than that? Milena kept trying to find the right rhythm, exhaling when she could, grabbing more of his skin, on his arm, on his shoulder, when she needed it. His cold skin was somewhat cooling. She was hot and sweating, and she needed more of his freshness. Rayan's lips on her neck, below her ear, were driving her crazy. He found her favorite spot and kept kissing it, nibbling on the tender little patch of skin. Milena opened her lips, her hand leaving him to grab the bed sheets above their heads. His pouncing accelerated. She was in trouble again. 

No matter how she tried to control her voice, it was too much. She could feel him getting bigger inside and accelerating. Her raspy breathing accelerated too. She just needed to exhale, but all she could focus on was the drilling pleasure between her legs. She was hot and excited, and feeling it; feeling it deep and fast, and it wouldn't stop. He was ramming inside, driving her crazy, making her clench uncontrollably. 

She heard herself start to beg. Maybe for the first time, she kept crying loudly, as the beast didn't stop. Milena could feel it coming. His pleasure. His voice was getting deeper, his breathing more uneven. His movements got clumsier, more precipitated. The bed was creaking. Their bodies were colliding in an obscene orchestra of sounds. The part of his body plunging inside her, driving her nether regions insane, she couldn't stop it. Like a storm. Milena's head trembled, her curls bouncing on the mattress. She tried to close her legs a bit, slow him down, but Rayan's hand grabbed her thigh right away, stopping her movement. There was no running away. He wasn't going to stop, not now.

She heard him groan, and somehow, it did something to her too. The beast behind the man was excited, and Milena liked that sound. Biting her lower lip, she let him release and unleash as he wanted. The pounding got fiercer, and she arched her body, taking it, moaning loudly. Rayan's body was getting stiffer, trembling. She gasped loudly as he suddenly froze, deep inside, with a long exhale of relief. 

It was her first time being tainted, she thought. For once, there were no masks, no politics, no pretense. She had just let it all go. Maybe that was the true beauty of sex. Being exposed completely with no lies and nowhere to hide. Milena slowly waited as he calmed down, stroking his nape with her fingers. Unknown to him, she silently made a promise to never, ever lie in bed. She wouldn't pretend, and she wouldn't hide anything from him. She wanted their time here together as the one true place she'd let the real Milena out.

"...Sorry."

His whisper against her ear made her chuckle. Her Prince slowly moved, and she grimaced as he left her inside. Milena felt a bit dirty again... plus the sweat. She could feel this place was still a bit painful, and wondered how long it would take to get better after this. It felt a bit like a burn, but nothing she couldn't endure. In fact, she was even a bit curious as to how it would change on their second, third and future times having sex together.

Rayan then got on his elbow, facing her from above. For several seconds, they just stared at each other without saying anything. Just a long, simple gaze exchanged between them. Then, the prince gently moved his fingers across her hair, taking those that stuck to her face off. A bit impatient, Milena looked at his chest, slowly moving to the rhythm of his breathing, and his lips. She crocheted her hand around his nape, and pulled him down so she could kiss him. 

He didn't dare chuckle and answered her kiss right away, very passionately.

It was as if something had changed in the way they kissed. It was much deeper, no longer innocent. It was too sexy, too sultry. Milena knew how to react to that kiss, to the slight movements of their bodies. It was as if they had been tainted, tainted with something red and indelible, a sin they shared.

"Don't you apologize," she whispered as their lips parted.

He sighed, and stood above her again, staring with that deep expression in his eyes.

"I've been a bit reckless."

"Yes, but I did not complain, did I?"

Finally, a smile appeared on his face, and he grabbed her hand, pulling it against his lips. Very gently, the prince kissed each of her fingertips, making Milena blush a little. After what they had done, it felt a bit childish to blush for such a thing, but she couldn't help it. Rayan's burning stare as he kissed each of her fingers was terrible to withhold.

"I need to learn how to treat my princess right," he whispered against the index.

"Wait until I have enough experience," chuckled Milena, a bit bashful.

"I can't wait."

The princess chuckled and linked her fingers with his, putting an end to all the kissing. Instead, Rayan moved on to her chest, putting unexpected kisses between her breasts. Before Milena could react, he began caressing them. She had never given much thought to it, but it looked like her body appreciated that. Her n*****s reacted, and Rayan took notice also, smiling and approaching with his mouth. 

Milena blushed, feeling his lips on the tip. His mouth on one side, his large hand on the other, she exhaled uncontrollably, feeling those caresses. Her inner regions were left alone, so why did she react down below her stomach? Her own body was unraveling new mysteries. She brushed his hair as he kept going, curious to listen to her own sensations. It seemed like he wasn't tired of fondling, caressing and sucking her, but her body wasn't getting enough either. She moved her legs a bit. She was still sore from earlier, so was it strange that she could still be enticed like that? Or on the contrary, had she not received her fair share earlier? When she breathed louder one too many times, Rayan's other hand moved, caressing down her thigh.

"What are you doing," she whispered, with a tighter voice than she thought.

"Pleasing my princess."

His confident tone was not making her feel any better. Instead, Milena was a bit nervous. He had relieved himself already earlier, was he not done? His hands caressing her body, while she was there lying down, out of strength, disturbed her a little. When his fingers got between her legs, she trembled. That area was still terribly sore, and she moaned uncontrollably to his cool touch. Milena's body was so hot, and his fingers were cold. It was incredibly pleasant, and for a second she pitied those women who had never experienced sex with a vampire. 

Rayan's lips got higher on her chest, his mouth venturing against her neck again. His tongue drove her crazy, and she didn't know where to focus. Milena closed her eyes, letting go a little. His fingers caressing her were slow, and she couldn't decide if she wanted more or not. She just wanted that touch against her skin, against her entrance, cooling the burning area and giving her those amazing sensations again. Her moans were a bit higher-pitched, and she could feel herself stiffen. Rayan's lips kept going on her neck, and she knew what he was trying to do, bringing the anticipation an inch higher. 

She uncontrollably brought her knees together, but his fingers kept going, unforgiving. The friction against her entrance, against her pleasurable part was making her moan slowly. She felt it, almost directly connected to her stomach. Like a little streak, a string of pleasure. Rayan was playing with that string; pulling, caressing, making her tremble and react. His other hand was still busy on her breast, fondling it fully in his hand, but his lips were disturbing Milena more. While her nether regions were twitching in pleasure, slowly warming up and tingling to his fingers' forceful movements, she knew she had to watch out for his mouth. He was exciting her, both above and below, and she was confused as to how to pay attention to both. Her entrance was going increasingly crazy in pleasure. Although she was still sore inside, something hotter was threatening to happen. His thumb was pressing gently, his middle finger was entering slowly, and Milena was breathing hard because of that. He was learning fast from her reactions, and triggering each of her reactions. He kept going, and she allowed herself to let go.

"Hm..."

His rubbing got wilder, making her moan louder. His forceful hand between her legs was driving her crazy. She wanted to close her legs, escape the torture that was building up, but he wouldn't let go. Instead, Rayan's tongue lingered on her skin, driving her insane with desire. Her body was too hot, but his was so cold, and she loved that. The contrast was striking, like fire meeting ice, and the steam that resulted. She was feeling it, like a slow wave, building up, getting bigger and stronger, rising inside.

"Uh..."

Her lips twitched as he kissed her neck again. How was he so good at torturing her? His fingers making little circular motions against her wet skin; the luscious sounds of it, everything, was driving her crazy with anticipation. She wanted it, and she knew he was going unbearably slow on purpose, controlling her desire. He'd slow right when she felt it coming, and accelerate again unpredictably.

"Rayan... please..."

She felt him smile in her neck and suddenly, his rubbing got wild. Milena moaned in surprise, her fingers gripping the sheets, but he wasn't stopping. Forcefully, he dug both his fingers inside and rubbed it against her erogenous zone, making her cry out, the pleasure gripping her down uncontrollably. Then, his fangs brutally penetrated her throat, making her whimper again. 

Milena felt the faint explosion in her inner region, and she spasmed uncontrollably. It was terrible, a violent burst of pleasure taking her, spreading through her body. Still, Rayan did not let go, and the rubbing continued despite her wriggling, making sure she was going to the end of it. Her long moan of relief echoed inside the room as her body kept trembling. The sharp pain in her neck was like a trigger that resonated in her head, an anchor to the delicious mix of pain and pleasure.

It took her a long minute to calm down, exhausted. It was as if this little o****m had taken away what she had left of her strength. She rolled to the side, closing her eyes, still catching her breath. She couldn't believe her body had just gone through that. It was still burning a bit down there, but there was a sensation of relief and numbness she hadn't expected. 

She heard and felt Rayan pulling the sheets over her, and he put his arm under her head. Then, his fingers gently brushed her hair, as if to help her calm down. Milena didn't even dare open her eyes again. She hadn't expected this on her wedding night. Maybe she was prepared for the worst, but still. Was it alright for her body to react like this? She felt a bit strange as he wrapped her in his arms. Maybe she should have a shower right now, instead of sleeping in his arms sullied. 

However, she didn't feel like moving at all. She was tired, but also, she was fine with where she was at that moment. His cool skin was helping her calm down.

Rayan suddenly let out a long sigh, and Milena frowned, opening her eyes.

"What is it?" She asked, worried something might be wrong.

"...I'm feeling like a happy idiot," he sighed. "I was quite impressed with my self-control until now, but I'm afraid things are not going to go easier for this poor husband of yours."

"In what way are you poor?" Chuckled Milena. "You're one of the richest men in the Kingdom..."

"I'm the poor man who is going to have to wait each day before he can sleep with his wife again. Before, I hadn't seen you n***d or experimented sex with you. Now I'm definitely a poor man..."

Milena would have rolled her eyes if she had the strength to. 

The truth was, although he was exaggerating quite a bit, she was dreading a bit the moment they'd have to leave this room also. She was feeling just fine in his arms, as if all of her worries had been left outside the door with her missing shoe. With all their fancy outfits off, her hair undone, and the messy bedsheets, they were back to being two human beings snuggling together, in their simplest apparel.

"...Rayan? Why did you lie?"

"Lie?"

"...You said you don't love me."

She felt his body stiffen, and all of a sudden, Milena worried she asked something she shouldn't have. However, she knew she wouldn't have been able to go to bed without that. It wasn't as if it made her suffer to remember those words. It was more like an enigma, something she couldn't understand, and needed an answer to right now. She just didn't like to be unsure. After a little while, Rayan moved, just leaning a little bit further so he could look at her in the eye, their height matching. 

His red eyes were quite serious all of sudden. She couldn't understand that strange light in his eyes. He gently pulled out his other hand, and caressed her hair. She had noticed this was a gesture he liked, as if brushing her raven locks with his fingers helped him relax too.

"...I don't love you," he whispered.

Milena's lips twitched. Her heart didn't like that answer and her throat tightened a little, even if she was convinced this ought to be some sort of lie.

"I don't love you," he repeated. "I don't feel for you what most men feel for a woman. I have feelings for you that don't fit into those three, simple, human words."

Her heartbeat jumped again, and her body warmed up. She couldn't avert her eyes from his, although a flush of blood was rushing to her cheeks, as she anticipated what he was about to say. 

His crimson eyes had never looked so serious, so sizzling.

"It would scare people, if I could put into words the feelings I have for you, Milena," he whispered. "I wonder if it's even allowed to have this much need and desire for one person only. If it is, it should be illegal. I... would do for you things that most people would be even scared to think about. I'll destroy anything, anyone and everything that stands between you and I. I... I desire you like a mad man, Milena. I'll want you night and day. I am no longer the boy who loved the young Milena. I'm a man and I've craved you as a woman."

Breathing in, he put his hand below her hair, gripping onto her, his fingers in her hair, his thumb caressing her cheek. He was staring at her intensely, as if he was confessing, as if he was telling her his deepest secret.

"Before our wedding, I could stay awake for hours, just imagining you, over and over again, in my arms. You ought to realize how much I desire you, Milena, because you need to know the beast you married. I need no wedding to take you for my wife. The priests can go f*****g hang themselves, I need no god to agree to our union. I'd have sold my soul to have just one night with you. I don't love you. I crave you, I'm mad about you. I can't merely love you."

Her throat was so tight. 

She took in each of his words deeply, like a dagger into her soul. For once, the mocking Rayan had gone, revealing the real man he was inside. She wasn't shocked about his words; she was taking them as a raw truth. He wasn't trying to please her with sweet words. Instead, he was almost warning her. Would he have become a criminal if she had chosen Ellias? Or had she been dancing into his palm since the beginning? Somehow, Milena felt like she just couldn't have deceived fate. If there was a man who desired her like this, not just physically, but all of her being, it ought to mean something. 

Her heart felt relieved. It wasn't about love, as Rayan had said. It was as if their beings, like deities, had found each other on another level. Maybe it was arrogant of them, but at this moment, she truly felt like that man was destined to be her husband. Like they said, for better or for worse.

"...Do you want me to say it?" He asked.

Milena chuckled. Was he worried she'd misunderstand if he didn't spell it out? She leaned in closer, gently pressing her lips against his. Rayan responded with a deeper kiss, his tongue crossing the barrier of her lips. More passionately, but slower, they kissed, meeting their feelings at that crosspoint. They understood each other just enough that way. 

When they separated, Milena retook her position, resting her head on his arm, and snuggling against his shoulder.

"...What about you?" He asked in the quietness of night.

All the candles had gone out by now, and suddenly, Milena felt very tired too. She smiled, and closed her eyes.

"...I don't love you either."