Throne of Power (Throne Duet #1) by Rina Kent

“K-Kyle…”

“You’re my wife, Rai. Your body is mine and mine alone. Get used to it.” And with that, he thrusts into me in one long go.

I gasp, my mouth remaining in an O as he hits so deep I can feel him somewhere out of my uterus and so close to my stomach.

That toy is child’s play compared to the force of his hips and his length and thickness. He’s so big it doesn’t matter how much he prepped me or played with me. It doesn’t matter that I’ve already seen his dick, sucked it, and taken it to the back of my throat; having it inside me is an entirely different thing altogether.

It’s like being split open. The pain is so fucking real, tearing at me from all directions and snatching me as a helpless hostage.

“Rai,” Kyle calls my name. “Bleeding hell. Look at me, Rai!”

My eyes snap back to his at the accent he just used. It’s like the other time—not entirely British English, but still sounds close.

That small distraction manages to divert my attention from the pain a little—just a little.

He opens my mouth with his thumb and glides his finger against my tongue. “Don’t hold it in. Breathe.”

It’s then I realize I’ve been holding my breath since he slammed inside me. I follow his instruction and gasp for air. The moment oxygen hits my lungs, I cough at the force of life beating back into me.

Kyle, who was still as I caught my breath, slowly moves inside me. I slam both hands on his shirt with the intention to push him out of me. There’s no way in hell I’m letting him fuck me with that. It really hurts.

Something stops me.

The pain isn’t the only sensation present anymore. He rolls his hips slowly, erotically, and my body follows his rhythm as sparks burst inside me.

The sense of agony isn’t completely gone, but it’s mixed with a pleasure so deep it robs me of my breath all over again.

Kyle opens my mouth again. “Breathe. Don’t faint on me, Princess.”

I suck in air through my nose, reminding myself that I do need to breathe. That’s what humans do so they don’t die. It’s as if I’m not functioning properly now, as if I’m reduced to my most basic form where all I can do is feel—feel so much I’m about to collapse from the force of it.

“I never thought you’d be so fragile, wife.” Kyle strains with the words as he keeps his moderate pace, sparking jolts of pleasure all over my skin. “It’s like I can break you with one wrong move.” He releases my mouth and drops his hand to my throat, his eyes darkening when he presses. “Look at how easily your skin takes my marks, how easily you bruise.”

I have no words to say—not that I can think straight, let alone formulate a coherent response right now.

Kyle pulls out almost completely then slams back in, hitting a new depth that knocks the shallow breaths out of my lungs.

My leg, that’s at his hip, slides down with the force of it. The pain of being stretched is still there, but it’s now mixed with a wicked type of stimulation that hits straight in my core.

He leans in so his breaths tickle my skin. “If I knew you would be this compliant when stuffed with my dick, I would’ve fucked you a long time ago.”

I’m too delirious to respond, and Kyle doesn’t let me. He wraps both hands under my thighs and lifts me up, then pushes himself all the way in.

I wind both arms around his neck and my legs wrap around his broad back. I feel like if I don’t, I will drop and break to pieces.

“You’re so fucking tight, you’re choking my dick.” He thrusts his hips up, increasing his rhythm by the second.

His speed is savage and uncontrollable. My already ragged breathing shakes and my back slides up and down the wall with every thrust.

“K-Kyle…oh…s-slow down…” My voice vibrates with how hard it is to speak.

He doesn’t. If anything, his rhythm increases, and so does the roughness of his thrusts. “I’ve waited too long to slow down now.”

“I…I…oh, God…”

“Let it out. Instead of fighting it, feel it…all of it.”

I try to concentrate on the moment, but it’s impossible. All the stimulations coming at me from different sides slam into me all at once.

My eyes clash with Kyle as I’m torn apart, literally and figuratively. The orgasm is nothing like I’ve had before. The ones brought on by his fingers and the toy don’t even compare to this.

It’s like feeling the vibration of the ground before an earthquake and knowing I’m going to be caught in the middle of it. And that’s exactly what happens. I’m ripped to pieces from the inside out. The ferocity and wildness of my release scares the shit out of me, and I hold on to the only safe person in sight.

Who also happens to be the person who detonated this explosion in the first place.

The person who can break me with one wrong move, but also the person who can pick up my pieces off the floor.

The person who can build me up after being torn apart by the earthquake.

I’m still riding my wave when Kyle curses under his breath in that different accent. His back muscles stiffen beneath my legs and a warm liquid coats my inner walls.

I slowly close my eyes with a wince. He came inside me.

Not having the energy to start a fight about it, I continue holding on to his shoulders with shaky fingers.