Desmond leans back, his eyes taking me in. “Better?” he asks, rising to his feet with an arrogant smile on his lips..
I push myself up to my elbows. My hair sticks to my neck and forehead and I brush it back away from my face. “Desmond,” I growl when he doesn’t move closer. “Are you going to stand there or are you going to fuck me?”
His eyes darken, a savage expression passing over his face. “I don’t think we—” He hesitates. “We don’t need to do that. I can make you feel good in other ways.”
Common sense dictates I listen. I haven’t slept with anyone before, and a grief-induced fuck fest isn’t how I imagined my first time, but I’m past the point of caring. I want this. Need it. And my beast agrees.
“If you don’t want me—”
“I’m not saying that.”
I swallow and can feel myself being pulled under again. A mess of emotions swirling inside me. No. No. NO!
I blink quickly as I bite out my words. “Then what are you saying?”
He rubs his jaw, my release still glistening on his lips. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.” I thought I made myself clear already. “I’m not going to force myself on you. If you don’t want this, want me in this way, I can find someone else—” I say, though the very idea of someone else makes my lip curl. I don’t want someone else. I want him.
“The hell you will,” he snarls.
Desmond grips his cock, drawing my attention to his erection. I swallow hard and a thread of doubt worms its way inside of me. Will it fit?
Without breaking eye contact, he leans to the side and retrieves a condom from the nightstand. He tears the foil packet with his teeth and shamelessly rolls the condom onto his shaft before stroking himself again.
“Say it again,” he grinds out as he climbs onto the bed, positioning his cock at my slick entrance. “Tell me what you need.”
“I need you to fuck me.”
He makes an animalistic sound in his chest, and the head of his cock slides between my folds but without entering me.
“If you regret this in the morning—”
“I won’t,” I assure him.
Blind desire flashes across his face, but rather than sinking into me as I expect, he sits back on his heels and flips me onto my stomach. My heartbeat kicks into overdrive as he pulls my hips toward him until I’m on hands and knees. My legs wide and my back arched for him.
“Des...” My voice quivers with need. In this position I’m vulnerable, and I don’t know how to feel about that.
His cock rubs against me from behind.
I shift my hips back and turn my head to look at him. His face is locked in concentration, his expression predatory. “Spread your legs for me.”
I do what he asks, widening my stance. He presses a hand against the center of my back. “Tilt your ass up,” he orders, before sliding that same hand down between my legs. I try to tamp down on my nerves as Desmond presses a finger inside me, rubbing the walls of my pussy before he retreats and lines up his cock. Goosebumps break out across my skin and he leans forward, scraping his teeth over my bare shoulder as his hips thrust against me, his cock buried to the hilt in a single powerful move.
I cry out, a sharp stab of pain spearing into me.
He stills. “What the fuck?”
My legs tremble, but I manage to blindly reach back and grab hold of his wrist. “Don’t.”
“You’re a virgin.” He sounds both pissed off and in awe.
Not anymore.I think to myself, but don’t say the words aloud.
“Why would you… why didn’t…fuck.”
My body is tight, my muscles clenching against the intrusion. I force myself to take a deep breath and relax.
