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CHAPTER THIRTY: CAN'T RESIST HER ROSE AMARA POV Ethan removes his fingers from inside of me and lets me experience the euphoric feeling. He unbuckles his belt with one hand, sending waves of sound across the air. His boxer briefs and pants both fell to the ground in a whoosh. I can't help but stare down with heavy-lidded eyes. Even though I've seen his c*ck up close several times already, the thing continually surprises me. When Ethan mentioned he was gigantic, he wasn't joking. He is, and when he is completely erect, like he is now, the veins are evident from how hard he is working. It seems as though he is about to shatter something. Not me, please. One of my legs is raised and thereafter wrapped over his hip by him. Then, it dawns on me. I stutter against his fingers in an attempt to get him to let me speak, but he clamps his middle finger over my tongue. I nudged his shoulder while uttering incomprehensible sounds. I think I'm not breathing in enough oxygen because I'm feeling dizzy. When he eventually releases his grip on my mouth, my saliva separates from me and forms a line on his finger. I exhale as if it's the first time I've ever breathed as a newborn. However, Ethan doesn't wait for my words. He positions his cock such that its head is nudged inside as I enter. His clothing is gathered by my hand, which has nails that dig into it. "C-condom." His heavy brows furrowed over his dark blue eyes, "F*ck condoms. Just have faith that I'm pure and wouldn't harm you in that way." My words come out in needy pants, and for a brief moment, I feel as though I have completely forgotten what Rose is trying to say. That's how I feel when Ethan is all over me. He rasps in my ear, "I want to feel it when your tight c*nt strangles my d*ck." And I wish I could feel it naked. His straightforward statements cause my body temperature to rise. I shouldn't be shocked that he is this nasty in bed, considering that I previously got a sneak peek of it. He manages to pull me into his circle whether I like it or not, despite the fact that I should have been ready for it. "E-Ethan…" He then thrusts into me in one long go, saying, "You're my wife, Rose. Your body is mine and mine alone. Get used to it." He hits so hard that I can feel him close to my stomach and somewhere outside of my uterus as I gasp, keeping my mouth in an O. When compared to the force of his hips, length, and thickness, that toy is child's play. It doesn't matter how much he prepared me or toyed with me since he is so large. Having his d*ck inside of me is quite different from having it outside of me; it doesn't matter that I've already seen it, licked it up, and put it in the back of my throat. Being split open is how it feels. My body is being torn apart by the anguish which is taking me prisoner and tearing at me from every angle. Ethan calls my name, "Rose...Bleeding hell, Rose, look at me!" My eyes snap back to his at the accent he just used. It's like the other time—not entirely British English, but it still sounds close. That slight distraction diverts my attention from the pain a little—just a little. He uses his thumb to open my mouth, then gently brushes my tongue with his finger. Don't suppress it; take a breath. When he rammed inside of me, I suddenly realized that I had been holding my breath. I do what he says and scream for air. I cough as oxygen enters my lungs because of the intensity of life returning to me. As I took a breath, Ethan, who was still, began to softly move inside of me. I shoved him away from me by slamming both hands onto his shirt. I'm not going to allow him to screw me over in any way. It really hurts. I run into resistance. There are now other sensations in addition to pain. My body moves in time with his slow, sensuous hip rolls as sparks fly inside of me. Even while the agony is still present, it has been replaced by a deep sense of pleasure that has me gasping for air once more. Ethan makes me speak once more. "Don't pass out on me, Princess. Take a breath." I take a breath through my nose to remind me to breathe. Humans act in that way in order to avoid death. It seems as like I'm no longer operating normally and have been reduced to my most basic state, where all I can do is feel everything to the point where I'm about to pass out from the force of it. Ethan continues his slow pace and says, "I never thought you'd be so frail, wife." The words make me feel good all over. He lets go of my mouth and places his palm on my throat, his eyes growing darker as he presses. "It's like I can break you with one false move.Look how readily my marks come off your skin, how easily you bruise." I'm at a loss for words, let alone being able to think well enough to come up with an answer. Ethan almost completely pulls away before slamming back in at a new depth that causes my weak breath to stop. The power of it causes my leg, which is at his hip, to fall down. The discomfort of being stretched is still present, but it has been accompanied by a wicked form of stimulation that deeply penetrates my body. My skin is tickled by his breath as he leans in. "I would have f8cked you a long time ago if I had known you would be this obedient when I put you with my d*ck." Ethan wouldn't let me react, since I was too disoriented to do so. He lifts me up by placing both of his hands around my thighs before forcing himself inside. My legs encircle his broad back as I wrap both of my arms over his neck. I feel as though I will collapse and disintegrate if I don't. He thrusts his hips up, his pace getting faster by the second, "You're so f*cking tight; you're suffocating my d*ck." He moves with brutal, unrestrained speed. With each stroke, my already labored breathing trembles, and my back moves up and down the wall. My voice shakes from how difficult it is to say, "E-Ethan...oh...s-slow down." He refuses. If anything, his rhythm and the abrasiveness of his thrusts pick up. "I've put off slowing down for too long." "I...I...oh, God," Let it all out; don't resist it; just feel it. It's difficult for me to focus on the present. I suddenly am overwhelmed by all the stimuli pouring at me from all directions. Both the person who can destroy me with one careless action and the person who can pick up my pieces when they fall to the ground. The person who can help me recover after the earthquake has destroyed so much of me. When Ethan swears under his breath in that other accent, I'm still riding my wave. Under my legs, his back muscles are tense, and the insides of my body are coated with a warm liquid. I wince as I slowly closed my eyes. He entered my body. I grasp onto his shoulders with trembling fingers while I continue, because I lack the willpower to make a quarrel over it. The one who can both break me with one false move and pick up my pieces from the ground. Someone can help me recover after the earthquake has broken me apart. When Ethan screams obscenities under his breath in a different accent, I'm still riding my wave. A warm liquid envelopes my inner walls as his back muscles tense up beneath my legs. I wince when I droop my eyes slowly. I was invaded by him. I maintain my trembling grip on his shoulders because I lack the willpower to start a fight about it. I feel the loss when Ethan pulls away from me and the emptiness that results from not being satisfied. He puts me on unsteady feet, and when I can no longer support myself, he grabs me by the throat. The only person who would keep me standing by my throat rather than my shoulder or arm is Ethan. He unbuttons his shirt with the other hand, displaying his chiseled biceps, and walks out of his slacks, which are still tucked in at his feet. I am aware of how hard and taut they are because of all the nights he has been wrapped around me. Except for a snake wrapped around a blade in his lower tummy, he has no tattoos on his chest. The picture evokes my first impression of Ethan in that it is horrifying yet also powerfully beautiful in its own way. His eyes flare with raw possession as he observes me while I ogle him. As I follow his look and realize what has his attention, my cheeks begin to heat. His come is trickling between my thighs now that I'm standing until it reaches my feet. I had both his seed and my own juices all over me. Ethan retains his grip on my throat when I try to grab for some Kleenex on the console. "Leave it. I adore seeing how filthy I made you. I like watching my cum pouring down your legs." I try to tell him, "Stop saying things like that," but it comes out as a murmur. "Why was it already turned on?" "N-no!" Ethan picks me up and flings me into the bed before I can say, "Well, I am." He crawls on top of me, encasing my body in his. I tentatively rested my hands on his chest's broad ridges. "You just arrived." His cock nudges me as I enter. "I'm up for more, too." My eyes enlarged. "Already?" "I'm not even close to being done with you yet." Ethan and his words...