𝖳𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝖮𝖿 𝖧𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇 | 𝖪𝖳𝖧 |

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 🥀

I gasped feeling his palm cup me between my thighs and slightly tug me from there. He grunted and pressed his forehead further into my chest while my hands trembled to touch him. "If you want to wear white on your wedding day, Alora, tell me to stop." He breathed, and I could feel the heat of our bodies mixing as he pressed him self into me. "Father.." I began, but his other hand had pinched the collar of my shirt almost threatening to rip it apart. "Stop me." He begged, and I shook my head.

The sound of the fabric ripping on my skin sent a rush down to my core as he exposed my bare breasts. It was then that I realised I was entirely bare, trembling beneath him like a lamb about to be ripped from its only innocence.

His soft lips roughly parted over the skin between my breasts and his tongue followed, leaving a trail of his saliva all over me. It was only becoming much harder to breath as my body reacted to his. My hands ran up his nape, playing and tugging on his roots as he treated my nipple like he would a cherry, licking the juices and eating the skin surrounding the seed.

"Oh, please..." left my lips, I was begging for him in ways I yet could not imagine.

"Tell me what you want from me." He said, his voice- velvet on my skin. His body moved from mine as he sat on his knees between my legs. "You may not be so sure, it is going to hurt you, Alora." I watched his fingers curve into his underwear and tug it from his hips, down to his thighs. My tongue felt dry as he slowly revealed his unshaven skin, "It is always going to hurt." I whispered, my fingers digging into the mattress when I saw him. All of him.

It will not fit, but he was going to stretch me in a painful way to make it.

I was not daft, I was aware of how it was done, but the adrenaline- and this second feeling filling my womb was fear. Fear of committing the sin.

"I do not own any protection, Alora-"

His words went into one ear and left my other as I could only think about him being inside of me. My thighs were slowly closing to try put a stop to that maddening throbbing, but he caught them, "It will be your first time, too, therefore it will hurt both of us, no?" I breathed, as he climbed onto me like a tiger.

I moaned feeling him press on where I needed him the most. "Father?" I repeated, my hands grabbing his shoulders for dear life as he ignored me. His one arm ran between our stomachs and helped himself push into my opening. My back arched like a cat and I gasped with all my breath as I clung onto him in hope of it becoming much less painful.

"Fuck, Alora.." he groaned, fisting the material of the pillow beside my face.

He was barely in and I could feel it. His fingers spread apart my cunt to let him slide in more easily, but the sour pain still sent a shock up my spine.

My arms had hooked around his and my nails were drawing patterns on his back, perhaps enough to draw blood. His face moved from my chest and his tongue came to lick away my salty tears. My eyes remained clenched shut, but the warmth of his tongue on my face almost diverted my mind from the pain.

It was then that he had thrusted himself deeper and his palm pressed over my abdomen to make me feel him more. My teeth sunk into his forearm and I muffled my scream of absolute pain his brutal action gave me.

"I want to be gentle." He said, his breath shaking as he looked down at me, "But I can not." His brows furrowed and my eyes widened when he pulled himself out to then roughly thrust himself back in.

My gasp could not even leave my lips, my lips simply parted in both shock and pleasure. His hand had pressed down on my inner thigh, keeping my legs spread even further and it sent this complete bliss of pleasure through my body. My blood was rushing down to my trembling legs and for the first time in a while- I felt alive.

"Father.." I moaned, and his tongue slipped into my mouth whilst his thrusts became rougher. The wooden poles of his bed were shaking and I feared the support for the mattress was not strong enough.

"Is this what you've fantasied about?" He grunted, pinching my hips, his nails digging into my skin, bruising it. "What it would feel like to have him buried inside of you, feeding you, filling you with his filth as he reads out a prayer.."

I noticed a change in the way he was treating my body and I winced as the pain returned between my thighs. It felt like I had been cut from his roughness. "Stop.." I could barely speak, it was not even a whisper to his ears.

He whimpered into my neck and I could feel myself reaching another climax. It was not my first since he had thrusted into me. I had given into to him instantly, but he, however kept going as if he was prolonging his release.

He glanced down between our bodies and moved his hand to between my thighs. I watched him bring back his fingers, the tips covered in blood. He buried his elbow into the Ma trees beside my face and thrusted deeper, as if he did not care that I was already bleeding.

"Father, enough-" I tried to say, but there was a loud snap sound and the corner of the bed had fallen causing me to gasp. His hand held my head and he kissed my mouth messily before pulling himself out.

It was a weird feeling, all the warmth had been snatched from between my legs and instead I felt this wetness on my thigh.

"Forgive me." He breathed, taking some of the bed sheet and wiping my thigh before throwing it on the floor.

He turned away from me and I covered myself with the quilt.

I was utterly speechless. I did not know what to say to him.

My skin was burning, I couldn't believe that I was no longer a virgin...

"You may stay here for as long as you'd like." He said, looking down at his fingers. I tried to sit up with him but the pain between my legs was raw and I winced, falling back. "How will I not get pregnant?" I asked, and he rubbed his face, "I did not release myself when I was inside of you." He answered, and I stared at his back. Is he ashamed?

"Are you ashamed of what we did, father?"

"I've lost the status you address me as." He scoffed softly, "And if I were ashamed of it, I wouldn't want to have you again."

"What will you do when I become a married woman?" I said, however this time his eyes met mine. "You will marry him-"

"I have no choice, father." I interrupted him.

"What will you tell him when you walk down that aisle dressed in black?" He asked, and my lips parted, "Your eyes will meet mine at the alter as you walk to him, yet your mind will only be filled with the sounds we made the very night before."

My face heated up at his words. "And I will be in his bed by nightfall." I said, and he averted his gaze. I watched him messily and loosely wrap the bed cover around his waist before standing, "Your wedding is damned, Alora, and he'll see the face of hell before I let him lay a finger on you."

"You are the one who implied I become a whore." I shot back at him, and his jaw visibly tightened.

"Do you know what it means to be a whore?" He asked, dipping his knee into the mattress and held onto the headrest above my head. "A whore, Alora, is someone who lets another use them in an unworthy and dehumanising way for the sake of money." His fingers ran up my throat and firmly held my jaw, "Is that you?" He questioned, his eyes piercing into my own as I shook my head. "Are you suggesting we forget each other after my marriage?" I whispered, and his face fell, "You were too young for me, for what I did to you." He then said, lifting his fingers from my skin.

"I do not care how old you are, father, perhaps you do not understand what I feel for you." I told him, my hands slightly pushing his shoulders but he refused to move. "I will never accept your marriage, and there will be no date for it to happen."

"It is much easier to be said than for it to actually happen." I answered.

"You think I will not do it?" He asked, sitting away, and I looked at him. "You underestimate me otherwise."

"You will speak with my mother?"

"Your mother will do anything for God, Alora, and in her eyes, I am already him."

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A/N: My playlist for this book is pretty much all Lana Del Rey.