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  He seems to go on forever, licking and tasting, circling my clit with the tip of his tongue until I moan and grasp at his thick, dark hair. His hands on my hips urge me on, pulling me up to him, guiding me to grind against his mouth and ride his tongue as he dips lower and presses it deep into my pussy in long, slow strokes. I can feel the pleasure building, rising toward an inevitable peak within me… But then, to my intense disappointment, Aiden stops.

  “I don’t want you to come this way,” he murmurs, before I can ask why he stopped. “I’m afraid an orgasm will intensify your pain.”

  I’m disappointed but not surprised. In the time I’ve been with him, Aiden has made holding off my orgasm into an art form. But he was being so sweet and tender I thought—hoped—that this time he would just let me come. “I guess you’re trying to build up my sexual tension again, huh?” I ask flatly.

  Aiden gives a low rumble of laughter. “Not at all, darling. There will be a time in the future when I will need you to be at your peak. But for tonight, I simply want to make you well.”

  “I was on the way to beingwell,” I point out. “I was really, really close.”

  “I know.” His voice has dropped and his eyes are half-lidded with lust. “I could feel your little pussy quivering, could sense you getting ready to come.”

  “Then why didn’t you let me?” I demand.

  “During orgasm your inner muscles tighten and contract. It’s your body’s effort to draw a male’s seed deep into your womb if you’re making love,” he murmurs. “I didn’t want that tightening to happen without something to counteract the pain.”

  “How can you possibly counteract it?” I ask, mystified. He seems much more knowledgeable about the female body than a centuries-old vampire should be. Actually, he’s more knowledgeable and interested than anyman should be. At least in my limited experience.

  Aiden looks at me calmly. “I’m going to come in you.”

  “What?” I look at him, thoroughly confused now. “But after last night and how angry you were, I didn’t think you were…were ever going to…”

  “I’m not going to fuck you.” Aiden looks at me sternly. “I’m simply going to slide my cock into your pussy and fill you with my cum.”

  “But…that’s fucking,” I say, feeling my cheeks get hot. “I mean, isn’t it?”

  Aiden’s eyes glow silver in the dim bedroom. “Not quite, my darling. Fucking is about motion—the slow grind of my body against yours as I cover you, as I pin you down and take you.” He strokes my cheek, his eyes lingering on my lips. “The helpless spread of your thighs as you open for me,” he continues. “Your soft moans as I thrust deep inside you, filling you completely, hitting bottom inside you, the head of my cock kissing the mouth of your womb with each stroke.” He kisses my cheek softly, speaking in my ear. “The rhythm of my hips as I pump into you and the answering rhythm of yours as you rise to meet me, accepting me into your body, submitting to me completely. That is fucking.” He raises an eyebrow at me. “Do you understand?”

  My breath falls out of me in a soft, longing sigh. “Yes,” I whisper at last. “Yes Master.”

  “Good,” he murmurs. “Then you’ll understand that when this is over, I’ll still consider you a virgin. And I will not claim your virginity until the right time.”

  “All right,” I whisper.

  “Excellent.” He kisses my cheek. “Lie on your side, darling and let me fill you with my cum.”

  I do as he commands, lying back down on the bed on my side, but I’m still confused.

  “Master?” I ask softly as he gets into position behind me, spooning my smaller body with his much larger one. “I still don’t understand. How will, uh, coming in me, make me feel better?”

  “My blood isn’t the only thing that carries healing components.” Aiden’s breath is hot on the back of my neck. “When I flood your pussy with my cum, it will ease the tightness caused by your cramps.” His arm wraps around me and his hand slides down between my thighs. “I’m going to be touching you while I’m inside you,” he murmurs. “When you come, I will too. After that, your pain should be gone completely.”

  I’m hardly noticing the cramps anymore but I’m not about to protest. I need his hands on me too badly, need the sensation of him filling me, even if he swears we won’t really be making love.

  Aiden lifts my leg, baring my pussy for him, and then I feel the blunt head of his cock sliding over my wet slit. “Easy, darling,” he murmurs, caressing my slick inner pussy with his shaft. “I promise I’ll go slowly.”

  The long succession of ever-larger phalluses he’s fitted me with during these last few weeks have made me more than ready to receive him. Though I moan out loud as I feel the broad head of his cock pressing gently but inevitably against the entrance to my pussy, it’s a sound of anticipation, not pain.

  Aiden seems to understand this, because he doesn’t stop. With a slow, smooth motion, he slips the head inside me, stretching my pussy open at last with his thick cock.

  “Very good, darling,” he murmurs in my ear. “Such a good girl to open your pussy and let my cock inside you.”

  “Yes Master,” I whisper, pressing my hips back to try to capture more of his thickness. “But could you…shouldn’t you get a little deeper into me?”

  “And why should I do that?” Aiden sounds half aroused, half amused.

  “Because,” I say, desperately trying to think of a halfway plausible reason to get him deeper inside me. “You…you need to be right up against me, against the end of my, uh, channel to do this right, don’t you?”

  “If you mean do I need to bathe the mouth of your womb with my seed, then yes,” he murmurs. “I do. But I won’t touch bottom inside you, Emma. Not this time. Not tonight.”

  “I understand,” I whisper in a shaking voice. Because that would be fucking—or close enough to it that he wouldn’t consider me a virgin anymore. But Goddess, I want more of him, want him deeper inside me, filling me up, making me his.

  “Slowly then, my darling,” he murmurs in my ear. “I’m going to touch you while I slide deeper into your pussy. Spread a little wider and let me in.”

  “Yes Master,” I whisper again. I widen my stance, lifting my leg to give him better access to my pussy. Offering myself completely for my Master’s penetration.

  “Good girl,” he whispers again. I feel him spread the lips of my pussy and then one gentle fingertip is slipping over my swollen clit in a soft, slow, maddening rhythm. At the same time, his thick shaft starts to move, sliding deeper into my cunt, filling me with more of his thickness.

  He’s bigger than any of the phalluses or vibrators he’s used on me and I can feel a definite stretching sensation as he slowly enters me. But I love it—love the feeling of being possessed by him, being claimed and owned and filled by my Master.

  “Master!” I moan softly as he slips himself inside me. “Oh Master, please!”

  “Please what, darling?” he murmurs stopping. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No.” I bite my lips in agitation. “I just…want more of you. I need more.”

  “Then I shall give you more.” The rhythm of his finger on my clit speeds up and his thick cock continues its journey inward. “You’re so beautiful, Emma. So tight around me,” he murmurs in my ear as he continues to penetrate me. “I love the feel of you accepting me into your body, opening for me completely.”

  I’m moaning steadily now. I can’t help myself. I press back against him, hungry for even more but Aiden stops me.

  “No, darling,” he says softly. “Not so far. I’m deep enough in you now, I think.”

  I want to protest that I want him even deeper. I can feel him inside me, stretching my inner pussy to the limit but I want more. Want to feel the head of his cock planted firmly against the end of my channel, kissing the mouth of my womb, taking me all the way, fucking me.

  But it’s clear Aiden won’t allow that to happen right now. He holds my hips in place with one hand while wi