Page 63 of Day Break

Lane

I was no longer Lane Nathaniel Robinson. I was a beast. The kind of animal that would consume a young almost virgin in my grandfather’s study, no less.

Feeling Chloe soaking my fingers, convulsing around them, had awoken something buried in me. Something dangerous. Something that wasn’t easily sated.

Tasting her was another big mistake. She was the sweetest nectar. The forbidden fruit men were warned away from.

There was no stopping me now. When I felt her knees buckle, I stood up and carried her now naked body to the leather sofa.

I was still fully dressed as I stood over her, looking at what I’d just consumed. More, I thought instantly.

Her long hair was fanned out over the rich leather. Her cheeks glowed with soft hues of pink. Her eyes watched me cautiously.

“Was that your first time coming?” I asked, wanting, no, needing her to say yes.

She sucked that luscious bottom lip of hers into her mouth and bit down on it, and I felt my dick jump in response. How would that mouth feel wrapped around my cock?

When she nodded her head, I growled.

I saw her tense, then she lifted her hands towards me.

“Please,” she said softly.

No power on earth could have stopped me from taking her now.

Without thinking, I stepped out of my shoes and yanked my pants off. She sat up, her eyes wide as she reached to help me pull my shirt off.

When I stood in front of her, as naked as she was, her eyes ran over me as if this was the first time that she’d seen a man’s bare form.

I didn’t want to think about what she’d gone through in her past. Didn’t want to know at this moment.

It was very obvious that she was cautious, almost afraid of what I’d do.

One of my ex-girlfriends had confided in me after about a month of dating that she’d been raped back in high school. I’d learned early what she could handle and what she couldn’t. I’d like to think I’d helped her heal by showing her that not all men were animals. In the end, Crissy had assured me that I’d handled things perfectly between us.

Now, however, with Chloe looking at me as if she’d never seen a dick before, I questioned how I was going to handle the situation.

“Do I scare you?” I asked softly. Her eyes remained on my dick as she shook her head from side to side. “Have you… seen a dick before?” I asked. She shook her head again.

“I… never wanted to look,” she said, her eyes slowly going up my stomach and chest until they locked with my eyes. “You’re so pretty.”

I smiled. “So are you,” I said. Then I remembered the rubber in my wallet and retrieved it. She frowned as she watched me open the foil.

“What’s that?” she asked.

“It’s a rubber.” I showed it to her. “It will prevent a baby.”

She frowned. “Isn’t that a sin?” Her cheeks grew pink.

I stilled. “You… you were married”—I didn’t want to calculate just how long— “and you never had children?”

She shook her head. “Elliott believed it was because I wasn’t godly enough.” She bit her bottom lip again.

I cursed the fool once more in my head. I wanted to hunt down her ex-husband, her family, and skin them alive.

I figured the best way to help her relax was to talk to her. So, as I slid the rubber on, I told her what I was doing, what I wanted to do to her.

When I nudged her back onto the sofa and covered her, settling between her legs, she wrapped her arms around me.