WILL YOU STILL LOVE ME TOMORROW?
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(your wedding night after proposing to save you and your sister)
I sat on the bed. My massive black wedding dress is comically grand and expensive just for me to just be slumped against the bed looking absolutely defeated wearing it. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths, reminding myself this was for the best. To save myself and my sister. “You know, I would’ve thought you’d be holding a knife by now. Instead you’re just sitting there defeated.” When I opened my eyes I saw Titus leaning against the doorframe. He was smiling. A real genuine honest to god smile. “You know, I’m kind of glad this whole thing worked out like this. It’d be a waste of such a beautiful face…” he walked towards me and caressed my cheek. “Such a waste of beauty for you to just be killed in a game for power,” he sighed and let out a chuckle. He walked towards the dresser. I furrowed my brow and looked at him as he started unbuttoning his shirt. “What are you doing?” I asked him.
He paused and twisted his torso to look at me, “getting ready for bed. What does it look like, sweetheart?” He turned away from me again and I couldn’t help myself from watching his bare back as he shrugged off the dress shirt. He rolled his shoulders which caused a ripple effect moving all his back muscles like an ocean wave. At least I wasn’t forced to marry some ancient unhealthy man. Anyone with eyes could see Titus took care of himself and his genetics gifted him with the ability to age like fine wine. “I won’t melt if you keep staring at me.” As he spoke I snapped my eyes away and looked down at my lap. “Or are you looking for a different reason?” His stupid chuckle made me wanna hit him. As he walked back to me I kept my eyes on my own black dress. He grabbed my chin and tugged me to look up at him, “I was messing with you. You can stare, we’re married now.” I swallowed and nodded, “Right,” I forced a smile to break the tension. He pursed his lips together, slowly dragging his thumb down my bottom lip. “Titus-“ he shushed me and slid his thumb into my mouth. I jerked my head away and he chuckled, “Jesus, Y/n. Loosen up a bit, it's our wedding night.” I glared at him, “It’s not like we actually love each other. I don’t even know you, you can’t just do that out of nowhere.”
Titus sighed and sank down to one knee to be on level with me. “I know this marriage isn’t…ideal. But hey, it’s better than being dead.” A beat of silence passed before he leaned into my personal space, “We might as well make the most of it. Get out some steam before we go to sleep side by side.” He slowly leaned in for a kiss, giving me enough time to pull away if I didn’t want this to happen. When our lips connected he gripped the sides of my face to lock me into the firm kiss. When I finally let myself reciprocate, he immediately licked his tongue into my mouth. He groaned and slowly pushed me down on the bed. He crawled over me, pulling my legs over his hips and dragging me down so his hips collided with mine. I could feel his hard clothed length against me. “I’m not a monster, Y/n. If you don’t want this and are just too scared to say something, tell me. I’m a satanist, not evil,” he whispered against my lips. I shook my head, “Might as well let off some steam, right?” I huffed out the sentiment of his earlier words as my body moved on its own; arching and rolling my hips against his. He chuckled and shook, “We now have the power to change the god damn world at the drop of a hat. But tonight, letting off steam is all I wanna do.” I dragged my hand down his chest before he sat up on his knees and slowly undid his belt. “Strip,” he demanded.
I sat up and quickly scrambled for the zipper in the back of my dress. He didn’t break eye contact as he matched my pace in frantically pulling off his remaining clothing. This isn’t how I expected my wedding night to go, well at least my first wedding night to go. God, at least he’s hot. God, I hope he’s a good fuck too. My body pulsed and as soon as we were both naked he pounced on me.
“Fuck, you taste so sweet…” he purred and kissed up and down the side of my neck. He inhaled, “You smell sweet too… I could get used to this.” I slid my hand down his taunt stomach and he let out a weak grunt in my ear as my fingertips grazed his shaft. “Fuck just like that,” he hissed from his teeth. His hips slowly rocked as I stroked him once then twice. I swallowed, pausing as he cupped my cheek. “Look at me while you put it in.” I kept my eyes on his as I guided his tip to my entrance. His jaw clenched before sliding in me in one fluid motion making my lips part and eyes flutter. “Titus,” My hands shot to the nape of his neck, my nails curling in his skin as he groaned and immediately set a steady hasty pace. “Yeah,” he huffed and gripped my hips and lifted them. He pushed one hand on my lower stomach, closing his eyes and groaning as he felt his own dick slide in and out of me rom under my skin.
He sat up straighter on his knees, my hands falling to clench the sheets as he fucked me quicker. “See? You like it. Like me fucking owning you.” I couldn’t stop the moans that escaped my lips with each rough thrust. “Mrs. Danforth!” He huffed out and paused, bottoming out. He shook his head and clenched his teeth, holding back his release. He lowered his upper half again and flipped me on my stomach, keeping my hips up in the air as he started thrusting again. His chest was a wall against my back as he moaned in my ear. His hand pushed against my lower belly again before sliding lower to circle my clit. “I can’t be the only one having fun now, right?” I moaned and gasped, “Titus!” “Shhh just moan,” he whispered between pants. “Moan so good for me let me know you feel me.” He shot his hand up to squeeze my throat, “You like that? Like when your husband fucks you like the bitch you are?” His voice got louder with each word and his thrusts got sloppier and faster. “Yeah,” I huffed out and gasped for air as he squeezed just a little tighter around my throat. He opened his mouth against my ear to speak but didn’t. Instead he just moaned and buried his face in the crook of my neck as he slammed as deep as he could in me and came. We both went still for a second. His hand from my throat dropped back to my lower stomach, rolling his hips to feel his cum stir inside of me. He smiled and started to rub my clit aggressively. “Cum. C’mon do it. Cum for your husband right now…please,” his voice cracked with the please and I gasped, “Fuck…fuck!” He moved his free hand to squeeze one of my tits and rub my nipple. “Mhm, just remember as you cum so hard on me it’s because I got you. Just like I told you I would,” he growled in my ear. With a final broken cry out I came. We both collapsed on the bed staring up at the ceiling. I swallowed and caught from the corner of my eye as he turned his head to stare at me. I slowly turned my face to meet his. If I didn’t know any better I would’ve thought he was admiring me with the way his eyes studied my face and his lips stayed frozen in an upturned grin. “Hail satan,” he whispered in a shuddered breath. You know what? If being a satanist means having that kind of sex every night? “Hail Satan,” I whispered back and smiled back at him.
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