A confession.
There’s this need I can’t deny.
His cock is steel, pressed to my core, and I know I’m not alone in this desperation as I grind my hips against him. The movement is a question—a demand. A need that only he can sate. I’m burning up. Brighter than all the lights in the city below.
“I need you tonight,” I confess, brushing my lips over his. If only he knew that simple statement holds more truth than anything I’ve said before it. “Fuck me, Hayes.”
A groan reverberates in his chest. If there’s a cord of restraint, I feel the moment it snaps. His mouth lands on mine, and there’s no more holding back. His tongue searches, and I don’t resist in the slightest. I’m moldable in his hands, which caress and roam freely. He kisses the path down my neck, lifting me in the water to give him better access as he slips the cups of my bra down and takes my nipple between his teeth.
“You’re so fucking perfect.” He draws a slow circle around one tight bud, moving to the other.
He takes his time. Patient as ever.
Like there’s no rush.
No morning on the horizon.
There’s only us and this night together.
Hayes kisses me again, and I might as well be in the Garden of Eden, taking a bite of the apple. There’s no going back from him. I’ll pay the price for this sweet taste of freedom. If this is the last decision I make, it will be handing myself to this man.
He reaches down between us, slipping my underwear to the side and sliding two fingers over my core. A touch that makes my skin feel too tight. My mind blurry. My hearing fuzzy.
I bury my face in the crook of his neck as he rolls his fingers over my slickness.
“Fuck, Emery.” He groans as he teases my clit. “I need this pussy wrapped around my cock.”
“Yes.” I tilt my head back as he kisses my neck again, biting at the soft flesh. “Should we go inside?”
“Are you worried someone might hear us? Or better yet, see us?” He grins against my neck, and I swear he likes the thought of it.
Blood rushes to my cheeks. “Maybe.”
“You’re a fucking vision.” He kisses the hollow of my throat. “Let them see you.” He kisses lower. “Let them hear you.” He frees his cock and presses it at my entrance. “Don’t be afraid to show them how perfect you are.”
Like the key in a lock, his words set me free. For a blink, I see the world through his eyes. As something to be enjoyed. I see myself beneath his stare. As someone who deserves more. Who shouldn’t be apologizing or cowering.
For a moment, I see what he sees, and I want to shine.
“Fuck me.” The words are barely out when Hayes drives deep.
A single, brutal thrust that tears through with no mercy. I wasn’t sure that was real—that I’d feel the moment my body was claimed for the first time. But pain shoots through me as tears prick in the corner of my eyes, and I wish it wasn’t so obvious because now there’s no hiding the truth of what I’ve just done.
“Emery.” Hayes freezes, his thick cock filling me. “What the fuck just happened?”
He pulls back to meet my gaze, careful not to move his hips as I wince with every little movement. Color drains from his face as a single tear slips down my cheek.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I didn’t know what you’d think. I didn’t know how to say it—”
“You were a virgin?” He swallows hard.
I nod once, barely, wetting my lips and praying he doesn’t kick me out of his room right now. “Yeah.”
“Why—” He shakes his head, still not moving.
I grab the sides of his face, forcing him to look at me. “Are you angry?”
“Fuck no.” There’s no hesitation, which makes me feel the slightest bit better. “But you should have told me. Fuck, I just—Are you hurt?”
