James reveals his intentions for Felicity

Felicity blushed at the crudeness of his words, but she couldn't deny the way they made her feel—so alive, so desired. She pushed back into his hand, her hips moving in time with his rhythm, and felt the first stirrings of an orgasm begin to build. "Oh God, James," she moaned, the sound of her voice a revelation. She had never been this vocal before.

James chuckled darkly, feeling his power over her grow with each whimper and gasp. He slid a second finger into her, stretching her even further. "That's it, baby," he encouraged, watching her pink flesh swallow his digits hungrily. "Take it all." He twisted his hand slightly, scissoring his fingers to prepare her for what was to come. The feeling of her tightness was almost too much to handle, but he knew he had to go slow, to savor this moment and ensure she was ready for his cock later that night.

Felicity's eyes rolled back in her head as James began to pump his fingers in and out of her, his knuckles brushing against her clit with each thrust. She had never felt so full, so utterly claimed by another person. Her body responded to his touch like it was programmed to do so, and she felt a wave of pure, unadulterated lust wash over her. The sound of her wetness filled the room, mixing with their heavy breathing and the occasional slap of skin on skin.

"You're going to love it, baby," James murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Your tight, little pussy is going to feel so good around my cock. I've been waiting for this moment since the day I met you. To fuck my virgin bride—it's every man's dream." His words were crude, but they only served to heighten her arousal. She had never been talked to like this before, and she found herself craving more of his filthy talk, his dominance. It was like a dark secret that she hadn't even known she had, and now it was out in the open, it was all she could think about.

"Since our first date," James continued, his fingers still working their magic inside her, "I've fantasized about this. How you'd moan and beg for me to fill you up, how you'd be the perfect slut for me, just like I knew you would be." Felicity felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine at his words. The idea of being his slut, of being used and enjoyed by him, was something she hadn't ever considered before, but now it seemed like the most natural thing in the world.

"And I've been preparing you for it, too," James said, withdrawing his fingers and moving to stand in front of her. He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his muscular chest and the tattoos that snaked over his biceps. "Everything I've said, everything I've done—it's all been to make sure you're ready to be mine completely tonight."