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“Who is he?” I snarl.
“So we’re just going to pretend I didn’t admit to being a virgin?”
“I’m more concerned with the lunatic who thought he could ever get away with hurting you, Kelly.”
“Well, fine,” she says, unfolding her arms and letting out a sigh. “But it was kind of a big deal to me admitting that, you know, so …”
I can’t help but smirk, despite the severe weight of her words.
“Do you really want to know?”
“Yes,” she says, with a quick nod, as if not wanting to second guess herself.
“I couldn’t be happier,” I say quietly, moving closer, sinking against her and wrapping my arms around her.
I pull her close and drag my lips as softly as I can across her sweat tinged forehead, but have to pull away before the just her taste drives me feral.
“I want to be your first, Kelly. I want to take you for the first time, and see the way you move when you come, see the way your body twitches, compare it to how you looked when I made you come all over my tongue. I want to see you naked and writhing and feel you clamping tight and hot around me, but …”
“But …”
“But first you need to tell me who the fuck this man was.”
I break off, having to take a few steps back, my body sending me signals to bend her over and drive into her this second, give a home to my seed that flurries around inside of me.
She smiles – shy and with a glint of confidence – and then her face turns downward, and I can read every little tic. The smile was because she can see me, all of me, my desire and my savage protection and everything in between. And now the frown, remembering that day, that dirt.
“I don’t know,” she whispers. “I just ran. I was so ashamed, I didn’t contact the police. I can’t even remember his face. It’s like my memory goes blank. I guess the shock? But I remember one thing. He had a tattoo on his chest. He had a shirt on and it was unbuttoned and I could see it, a dragon breathing fire, red, blood-red.”
She shivers.
“But that’s all.”
I feel my fists tighten as though a hook is tugging my fingers up through my palm, harder, and harder, and all the while I imagine it’s his throat I’m crushing, snapping his windpipe and stealing all the air out of his goddamn lungs.
My woman.
And he does that?
“I’m going to put some feelers out,” I tell her, voice deep and husky, murderous.
She’s mine.
“And in the meantime, let me take you home tonight, Kelly.”
“Are you angry with me?”
“Angry?” I growl. “Why would I be angry with you? Him, yes. But never you.”
“Because I’m just a naive stupid girl,” she whispers, tears prickling her eyes and glistening silvery in the moonlight. “I couldn’t give you what you wanted, what you needed.”
“Shh,” I say, drifting like smoke toward her, enveloping her.
I wipe her tears away and lean down, staring directly into her eyes.
“I don’t think you understand yet. I’m claiming you, Kelly, all of you. All of your insecurities, those little blemishes in your personality, everything about you, the good and what you’d call the bad and what I’d call, damn, just part of you it’s all mine. Every fucking drop. So don’t apologize. Because I know that when you’re ready, it’s gonna be worth every second.” I pause.
“And if anybody tries to touch you ever again, I won’t be held responsible for my actions.”
She gasps, her entire being tightening against me.
“Are you serious?” she says, voice muffled in the folds of my shirt.
I touch her chin and guide her gaze toward mine, and then lean forward and kiss away the sweet salt of her tears.
“I’m deadly serious,” I tell her. “I’ve spent my whole life waiting for the woman I’d know I was going to claim the second I saw her. I waited, like a hunter in the jungle, waiting for my moment to pounce and take her. But she never appeared, Kelly, and then when I saw you, it was like … Fuck, it was like nothing else I’ve ever experienced. I can’t explain it. But I just knew. I knew you were mine.”
“Yours,” she whispers, making circles on my shoulder with her fingers. “I think I like the sound of that, Kane. But I’m …”
“You’re what?”
“I just don’t want to let you down. I know you’ve probably had so many women throwing themselves at you over the years, and I know I’m just a nervous eighteen year old.”
“Kelly,” I say firmly. “I’d rather just hold you than go to bed with any of those women. I don’t want the sort of woman who just throws herself at men in bars.”
“What, you want the shy girl instead, the invisible girl?”
