Chapter 5: This is the hell you were looking for.

I felt the heat from his breath, burning my skin. He stared lustfully into my eyes, making my knees melt. He had a look in his eye that made you obey unwillingly. His smirk was a goddamn trap for any woman in sight. He cupped my face, keeping my eyes on him. He glanced at my chest which was moving quite fast due to my breathing.

"Scared?" he taunted, biting his lip. He circled me like a vulture eyeing its prey. "Seeing you dressed like that... hm... What can I say, Princess?"

I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling embarrassed. Did I not look like a woman? My ladies told me all the painful preparations they put me in were all for tonight. That includes that god-awful hair-plucking! They claimed that I'd be even more desirable by the time the matrimonial act is to be done. I don't know if I should feel relieved he doesn't find me attractive or if I should be offended by his insults.

He flicked his tongue in satisfaction. "You look human," he says mockingly. Sighing, he said, "Fine. I'll let you in on a secret since it's our wedding night. I honestly think you look beautiful tonight." He sat me down on the bed, towering over me. I suppose it's his way of showcasing his dominance.

In everything else, I can easily go against him. But this thing—the matrimonial act—is not my area of expertise. I have no choice but to let him take the lead. I kept my eyes locked on his, waiting for his next move.

"What should we do, Princess, huh?" he says devilishly, "Should we play a little game?"

A game? What are we—children? Is he out of his mind or just drunk?

"You're full of talk," I say, folding my arms over my chest.

He chuckled, smirking yet again. He came closer, inhaling my scent. "You reek of alcohol," he says, "Did you try to escape me by getting drunk?" He laughed almost hysterically. Shaking his head, he says, "You're amusing, Princess. I'm full of talk, huh?" He pulled the string from my dress, untying the bow that kept my cleavage from showing. "Fuck," he says, tracing his fingers over my cleavage. "You're actually beautiful, Angelique."

I bit my lip, holding my breath. I couldn't take this. As much as I loathe him, the only way to get through the night is by getting over it and finishing what needs to be done as soon as possible. So, being the impatient princess that I am, I stood up and pulled his face onto mine, kissing his lips.

He withdrew from me, a smirk sprawled across his face. "Damn," he says, "Eager to finish the night so soon, aren't we, Angelique?"

"Well," I argued, "We're expected to do the deed, aren't we? You keep on blabbing your pretty mouth. We won't be able to get this done by morning."

He laughed at me like I was some idiot. "You know nothing, do you, Princess," he says, pushing me back down on the bed. "This isn't some chore that needs to be done. There's more to it than that."

I felt my cheeks burn as the blood rushed into them. I wouldn't have done what I did if he just did his part instead of talking nonsense. This night isn't getting any better at all. Every lady who prepared me earlier said that this was supposed to be the best night of my life. It's the night when I leave my innocence behind and become a woman. They said it's amazing, but they never really explained how to do it.

He pushed me further down, climbing on top of me. His eyes never left mine as he placed me gently on the pillow, fully untying the ribbons of my dress.

"What do you know about what we're about to do," he asked curiously as he played with the strands of my hair.

"The ladies said it should feel like heaven," I replied, "But first there's hell."

He snickered, nodding in response. "That's right," he says, "You know where it will hurt, right?" He put his hand under my dress, placing it between my legs. "It will hurt here," he says, touching it gently. "What else do you know, Princess?"

"Nothing more," I replied ever so innocently. Not even my mother gave me a clue of what was to come tonight.

Again, his wicked smile made its way over his face. He took off his shirt, showing off his perfectly sculpted abs. On his chest, I saw the scar I gave him mercilessly. He took my hand, making me trace my fingers over it. I won't be surprised if he decides to give me one tonight. The scar I gave him doesn't look pretty at all.

"Remember what you told me that day?" he asked, keeping my hand on his scar. "You said this mark meant you conquered the greatest warrior alive today, taking my title in the process." Biting his lip, he says, "Isn't it funny? Tonight, I conquer you. Karma is a bitch, isn't she?"

I couldn't stop staring at his body, giving him satisfaction.

"As a present," he says, "Just this once, I'll be gentle with you." With that said, he closed his eyes, crashing his lips onto mine. The kiss was different from the first one we had. This time it was tender and gentle. He waited patiently for my lips to be in sync with his, and soon I felt his tongue enter my mouth. I let him in willingly, following his lead. Our tongues danced in sync and I found myself moaning in delight. Tugging on his hair, he too moaned. "You learn quick," he whispered, panting in my ear. His voice was husky and arousing. He moved over to my neck, planting kisses all over it.

I found myself moaning louder in ecstasy, giving him even more satisfaction. As he tickled my neck with deep kisses, he traced the bud between my thighs gently. I was panting more and more as he quicked the pace between my thighs. As I neared my high, he stopped, staring deep into my lust-filled eyes.

"Do you want this?" he asked, biting his lip.

Panting, I said, "Yes."

He snickered, planting a kiss between my chest. "Say it again."

"I want it," I said, still trying to catch my breath. Keeping his eyes locked on mine, he ripped my dress off with just one pull, leaving me bare in front of him. I felt naked and embarrassed. He could see everything—all of me.

"Fuck," he cussed, tracing his fingers from my neck, down to my bud. He smirked, satisfied at the sight of my bare body. "Who knew you were hiding such a beautiful body, Angelique? I suppose marrying you isn't that bad." With one swift move, he opened my legs, burying his face in between my thighs.

"What are you," before I could finish my sentence, I found myself moaning to his touch. His kiss, his tongue, his touch... It was ecstasy.

His lips moved magically as he sucked on that area, making me pant. I arched my back, letting him sink in deeper. He inserted one finger while he sucked on my bud, making me gasp. He looked up, checking if I was hurt. "You okay, Angelique?" he asked, pushing and pulling inside me. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No," I muffled. I unconsciously gripped his hair, keeping him where I wanted him. I heard him chuckle, saying, "Fuck. You're wet." He continued sucking on it, proceeding to insert another finger, making me jolt in response. "Too much?" He asked, taking the second finger out. He continued pushing and pulling, sucking on the sweetest area. Before I knew it, I reached my high, earning a chuckle from him.

Panting, I said, "It didn't feel like hell."

He smirked, explaining, "Because we haven't actually done it yet. That was just to warm you up, Princess. The real thing is about to begin."

"There's more?" I questioned, wide-eyed in confusion. Wasn't that already what it was?

He pulled down his pants, showcasing his manhood. It was long and huge—the description ladies said would bring a woman great pleasure. I felt something in my shift. Something tells me that thing has to go inside me.

He climbed onto me, positioning himself at my entrance. "This is the hell you were looking for," he explained, planting kisses down my neck. He didn't shove it abruptly inside me to my relief. Instead, he waited for my approval. "This will hurt like hell, Princess," he says, pushing the tip at my entrance. Immediately, I felt a hint of pain trickling down there and my breathing sharpened.

I held unto his neck, nodding in approval. With my consent, he pushed slowly, breaking the seal of my purity. I felt tears escaping my eyes. I looked down and to my surprise, he wasn't even halfway there. I looked up to see he was already staring at my horrified face.

"Yes, it goes all the way in," he says, waiting for my consent yet again. "You feel pain the first time you do this. After that, the next ones become filled with ecstasy exactly like the first round we had earlier. And no, despite what you might think, I don't relish in your misery right now. I'm not a monster."

I nodded in response, "Okay."

He then proceeded to go all the way in with just one push. It hurt like a bitch. "Fuck," I cussed, breathing heavily. I felt the blood trickling down my canal all the way to the sheets.

He planted kisses down my neck, keeping still. I suppose the kisses he planted were meant to calm me down or distract me from the pain I felt between my thighs. I wiped the tears from my eyes, my breath still shaking from the pain.

"Sh," he cooed, closing his eyes, "It won't hurt for long. Tell me when it's okay for me to move."

It's strange. I thought he'd be relishing in my pain tonight. Instead, he was gentle and I suppose kind—his version at least. Before I knew it, the pain between my thighs vanished.

I opened my eyes, giving him consent, "You can... move..."

He nodded, pulling and pushing slowly inside me. I found myself panting yet again, unable to catch my breath. He too was panting and looking rather flushed. I watched as he rocked slowly in and out of me. He kept his eyes on mine, keeping me in place with his hands.

Moaning, I said, "Faster."

He smirked, gladly obeying. He slowly built up his pace, getting faster and harder. Soon, the sound of slapping of skins filled the room, and our moans reached beyond the room. Something inside me tightened around him, milking him for all he's worth.

"Fuck!" he cussed, pushing harder and faster.

I gasped, arching my back. I was shaking in ecstasy and pleasure. I held onto him as his thrusts came in harder and rougher. My insides continued to coil around him, making him grunt and moan at the same time.

"I'm getting close," he says, pulling me closer. His thrusts became rougher and rougher, but I didn't care. I wanted him. I wanted all of him. He thrust again and again, satisfying my needs. Before I knew it, I was screaming out his name as we both reached our high. I felt myself release and his cock filling me up with something warm and thick. He fell on top of me, panting heavily while I lay there still shaking. He kept his member inside me until all of its milk was released.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he says, panting. "Angelique," he says, pulling out from me, "You're no angel."

I laughed, out of breath, still unable to grasp what happened between us. The rumors about Damien Cross were true indeed. He's a good lover; that's for sure. He doesn't disappoint.

"So that's what happens on one's wedding night," I said, trying to sit up.

He shook his head, pushing me back down on the bed. "You should rest, Princess," he says, "If you move, the chances of your being unable to walk tomorrow increases." He lay beside me, staring at me. "It doesn't have to be just tonight, Princess."

I rolled my eyes, catching my breath. "What they say was true," I stated, "You are good."

He smirked, shaking his head. "You know better than to listen to stupid gossip," he says, putting his thumb on my lip, "Did you expect a "thank you" for that compliment?"

"Good night, Damien," I said, turning to the other side. "And... I suppose I should be the one thanking you."

"For what?" he asked curiously, putting a blanket over me.

"For not being an ass and relishing my pain like you said you would," I say, earning a laugh from him.

Brushing his fingers against my skin, he says, "I told you I'd be gentle with you just this once."

"You also said you weren't a monster," I said, pulling the blanket closer.

He pulled it back, saying, "Don't think I'm falling for you just because I showed you some bit of kindness."

"I would sooner believe that pigs fly before I could think that," I say, pulling the blanket back. He pulled both me and the blanket closer, making me groan. "Why did you do that?"

"Because you keep hogging the blanket," he says, "This way, neither of us would get cold." He shifted to the other side, saying, "Also, remember the things I told you last night. This is nothing but a political arrangement. I don't answer you and we're married in name only. Your job is to provide an heir for my throne and yours." With that said, he drifted off to sleep.

I sighed, staring at the ceiling. This marriage I'm... It sure is complicated.

I sat up, stealing a glance at him. Asleep, he looks like an angel at peace; awake, he looks like a demon ready to let the earth feel his wrath. I can't believe we did it. I didn't know I was starving until I had him. I suppose that's the power he has over women.

"I vow to never fall in love with you," I whispered, laying back down. I closed my eyes, drifting peacefully to sleep. Tomorrow is another day.