“Please what?”
“Fuck me,” I rasped.
It seemed that was all the control he had, because the moment I said those two words in that desperate need, he carried me and placed me on the mattress that looked fairly new compared to the dingy place, as if it was brought especially for the occasion. Then he spread me and placed his knees on either side of me.
“Do you have a condom?” I panted.
“I’m clean.”
“But—”
“Nothing is gonna be between you and me. I wanna feel you around me, clenching and weeping, not a fucking bag.” He pressed against me, not waiting for approval, and then he pulled my legs and wrapped the ankles around his hips and pushed inside of me.
I gasped a moan at the first entry, the ring in his crown hitting my clit instantly. He retreated a little and pushed again, getting himself deeper in me, until I felt the second hoop between my folds.
His face reddened and sweat appeared on his forehead. “You’re so tight. How are you so fucking tight? Don’t tell me you’re a virgin, baby.”
“No. But I… I didn’t…” I stuttered between gasps as he didn’t stop thrusting his hips. It was hard to speak when he was half way inside of me and stroking his way to make me take more of him.
“You didn’t what?” He groaned.
My back arched as I cried out from the incredible stretch and the utter pleasure of his filling me. “I only lost my virginity…a few months ago.”
He stilled, an alarming gleam in his eyes.
“Laius, please, don’t stop. You’ve tortured me enough. You can’t keep doing this to me. I need you. I’m right here, all yours and begging like you said I would because I fucking need you.”
“Tell me you had more than one guy.”
This wasn’t how I imagined my first time with Furore. It had far less talking and much more fucking, and certainly didn’t include any mention of my ex. “That’s out of character coming from you. You sounded like the jealous possessive type. I thought you’d be happy I didn’t sleep with so many men.”
“I am madly jealous and possessive of you.” He slammed into me hard, ripping a painful moan out of me. “That’s why I’m flipping that you only had one guy and it was a few months ago. Are you still seeing him?”
“No.”
“Are you fucking in love with him?” His voice was pure agony and rage.
Shit. I wasn’t ready for this question, and my hesitation turned his stare into flames. “Am I a fucking rebound to you?”
“No, no! God, Laius. If you were a rebound, I wouldn’t be so afraid. I wouldn’t care if you were sleeping with someone else, and I wouldn’t care how you saw me if you knew about…”
“Knew about what?”
Tears sprung to my eyes. “Can we please talk about this later?”
“Knew about what?” he gritted.
I looked away, guilt and shame covering me, but also frustration and despair because I truly needed Laius and he was this close to hating and leaving me. I wished I could have at least known what it felt to be his for one day. “He was my student, okay? I…I slept with my student.”
“So?”
I frowned at his nonchalance. How could he not see the issue? “So it was illegal and forbidden.”
“Who gives a shit? How old was he anyway?”
More shame and tears burned me. “We were supposed to wait until he was eighteen. I insisted, but…” I blew out a shaking breath. “We couldn’t. He was seventeen, and I should have stopped it because I was the fucking adult, but I didn’t.”
“That’s the worst of your shit you didn’t want me to know that you ditched me yesterday for?”
