The Sinner of Mute

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Sorina’s breath hitched as his fingers brushed against her core, feeling the damp lace of her panties.

Lucien’s fingers pushed the lace aside, stroking Sorina’s slick folds with a rough, demanding touch.

“Still so tight, even after all this time,” Lucien growled, his voice a low, approving rumble. “Still so perfect, like a virgin on her wedding night.”

He pushed two fingers deep inside her, pumping them in and out of her tight channel. Sorina gasped, her back arching as she tried to pull away from the sudden intrusion.

But Lucien held her fast, his grip on her hair tightening as he forced her to take his fingers. He curled them inside her, stroking that sensitive spot that made her see stars. Sorina’s mouth fell open in a silent scream.

Lucien’s fingers pumped faster, harder, his palm slapping against Sorina’s sensitive flesh with each brutal thrust.

Sorina could only hang onto his shoulders, her nails digging into the fabric of his shirt as she was forced to endure the relentless assault on her most intimate place.

Tears streamed down her face, her body writhing and shaking as the pleasure bordered on pain.

Suddenly, Lucien withdrew his fingers, leaving Sorina's aching, empty and clenching around nothing.
Lucien’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight of his wife’s naked body, his gaze roaming over every curve and swell.

He could see the way her nipples were hardened into tight, aching peaks, the way her skin was flushed and heated from his touch.

The sight made his cock throb, his pants growing uncomfortably tight.

Without warning, Lucien lifted Sorina up, his hands gripping her thighs as he spread her legs wide.

Sorina whimpered, trying to close them, but Lucien held Sorina's thighs apart, his fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises.

He could see her glistening, swollen folds, could smell the heady scent of her arousal.

It made his cock throb, his pants straining against his growing erection.

He hastily took off his pants and his boxers.

He rubbed the thick head of his cock against Sorina's slick entrance, coating himself in her juices.
Sorina shook her head frantically, tears streaming down her face as she tried to squirm away.

With one brutal thrust, he buried himself inside her, his thick cock stretching her tight walls obscenely. Sorina screamed, her voice hoarse and ragged as she was split open on his shaft.

Lucien groaned, his head falling back as he savored the feeling of Sorina’s silken heat gripping him like a vice.

Lucien set a brutal pace, his hips slamming against Sorina’s with each powerful thrust.

The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with Sorina’s muffled screams and Lucien’s grunts of pleasure.

He gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises as he pounded into her, his cock driving deep and relentless.

Sorina could only cling to him, her fingers scrabbling at his back as she was ruthlessly taken. Tears streamed down her face, her body jolting with each merciless thrust.

She could feel every thick inch of him splitting her open, stretching her beyond what she could bear.

It hurt, god how it hurt, but there was a dark, twisted pleasure in the pain that made her hate herself.

Lucien leaned down, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of Sorina’s throat. He bit down hard, marking her, claiming her as his.

Sorina cried out, the pain sharp and searing, but it only spurred Lucien on. He sucked harder, his tongue laving over the wound, tasting the coppery tang of her blood.

His hand slid between their sweat-slicked bodies, his fingers finding Sorina’s clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in rough, demanding circles.

Sorina’s body convulsed, her back arching off the bed as a shockwave of unwanted pleasure crashed over her.

She tried to clench her thighs together, to escape the relentless onslaught, but Lucien’s grip was iron-tight.

“Come for me, Sorina,” Lucien growled, his voice a dark command.

Sorina’s mouth fell open in a silent scream as her orgasm ripped through her.

Her body shook and shuddered, her walls clamping down around Lucien’s  cock. Lucien groaned, his hips stuttering as Sorina’s climax triggered his own.

With a final, savage thrust, Lucien buried himself to the hilt inside Sorina.

His cock jerked and throbbed as he emptied himself inside her, flooding her womb with his hot, thick seed.

Sorina whimpered, feeling the warmth of his release painting her insides.