Because if she’s willing to set everything on fire, I’ll be the one handing her the matches.
Her hands clutched my neck like she was afraid I’d vanish if she let go, and I didn’t even bother giving her a second to think as I kissed her. Pressing her against the glass, I felt her shiver, arching into me, and I couldn’t help the smirk that spread across my face.
Her body moulded to mine, soft where I was hard, and I gripped her hips, grinding into her until her moan quivered against my lips, setting me on fire. I kissed her harder, deeper, tasting her everywhere, drunk on the scent of her skin.
“I need you so fucking bad.”
Her lips brushed mine as she whispered, “I need you too.” Her head tipped back against the cold glass as I rocked my hips against hers.
I was hard, aching for her. And we hadn’t even taken off a single piece of clothing. Just kissing and touching and breathing each other in. But my body was already on edge like I was a damn teenager again.
Kissing down her neck, letting my teeth graze her skin, I murmured, “Have you ever done this before?”
Yeah, part of me hoped she would say no. Not because I thought it made her mine, but because I wanted to be the first to touch her like this.
She has others, I’m not stupid. Malrik is obsessed with her and gives her creepy ass gifts that make her smile, so I don’t question it.
Out loud.
Kieran watches her, thinking none of us notice, but I do, and I have also noticed he hasn’t touched another woman since he met her.
Darian, the uptight twat, has something against her. Acts like she’s the plague since he saw her in the woods after she told us about her magic and that Vesperas' blood was one of the key ingredients for it to work. I have seen the way his body reacts every time she talks. There’s history there—something he refuses to talk about—but he sure as hell doesn’t shut up when it comes to complaining about her. He mutters shit under his breath about her that makes me want to rip his damn arm off and beat him with it.
But he wants her. I would bet my secret chocolate and cherry muffin recipe on it—yeah, the one I’ve never told a single soul, not even Kieran, who tried to bribe me with a bottle of aged whisky.
That man doesn’t know his audience.
Darian’s too much of a prideful, broody bastard to admit it.
“Kissed?” She asks with a breathless laugh, her legs tightening around my waist just as I lightly bite down on her neck.
I chuckled against her skin and dragged my lips up her throat. “No, baby. I meant—have you ever been fucked?”
I pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, brushing a kiss across her jaw, then her cheek, taking my time before finally locking eyes with her.
Her silver gaze didn’t waver. “No,” she smirked softly as she leaned in and kissed the tip of my nose. “You’d be my first.”
That was music to my ears—and I swear to the gods, my dick twitched like it was celebrating.
“I’ll be gentle,” I pressed another kiss to her cheek, letting my mouth linger.
The first time I would, at least. I had all damn day with her. There was no way I was letting her leave my bed for anything, except maybe food and the bathroom. Basic needs and all that shit, but other than that? She was mine.
If the others came home and I was deep inside her, well, I don’t give a shit. They can either leave again or stay and listen to her screaming my name. I’ve lost count of the sleepless nights I’ve had due to Kieran and his endless line of bimbos.
Fair's fair.
Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging me up until I had no choice but to meet her gaze. She looked… furious.
Maybe I can kiss it away.
“I don’t want gentle. I won't break.”
Heart hammering, I swallowed hard. Damn. That fire in her eyes—holy hell—it did something to me. I know she wouldn’t break. She’d survived more than most, and she did it on her own. Steel wrapped in velvet, a storm disguised as silk… and I wanted nothing more than to test how unbreakable she could be.
Still, I hesitated. Not because I didn’t want her—fuck, I've never wanted anything more, but because I knew the first time was supposed to hurt, not like I had taken someone’s virginity before.
That’s why I wanted to be gentle with her; she deserved that, and I felt honoured to be taking it. That she trusted me.
