He demolishes it.
His hand goes to my jaw, and he manipulates me exactly how he wants me, not allowing an ounce of power to emanate from me, taking it all for himself. Taking complete control.
His thumbs dig into the dimples of my cheeks, his free hand trailing down my body until he reaches the waist of my sweats. He pulls, and with one quick yank, they’re at my knees. I can’t think, can’t even breathe, as he exposes me for the first time.
He releases me, sitting back on his haunches, his knees on each side of my waist, pinning me in place, my body bare from breasts to knees. He breathes down hard, like a fucking animal. Head of the pack. King of the fucking jungle, his nostrils flaring as he appraises my nearly naked body.
“What a forbidden fucking treat you are,” he says as his hands trail down from my breasts to my hips. He shuffles back, pulling my sweats off the rest of the way and tossing them aside.
Will he know? Will he be able to tell I’m a virgin this time? Do I look like a virgin as I lay here at his mercy?
He grabs my ankles, yanking them apart as he glances between my legs. “You should go, Iris. Get out of here before it’s too late.”
I shake my head, even as nerves bubble in my chest. “I don’t want to,” I whisper.
His eyes flit to mine. “I will ruin you.”
“Maybe I want to be ruined.”
He pins my legs apart, and I can’t hold back their tremble as his fingers dance along my inner thighs until he hits right below my sex. It begs, pleading for any kind of relief. After only one orgasm from him, I feel ravenous, needy for his skillful touch.
“I don’t do gentle.”
“I don’t want gentle.” I lift my chin, pretending to be strong even as I feel my confidence waver.
The pad of his finger brushes against my folds. The slight bit of hair there, only because I never expected anything, making me self-conscious, worried he’ll think I’m lazy, sloppy, not sexy in the slightest.
It’s the opposite.
His fingers bury in the curls, pulling them slightly. “You are the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
I arch into his hand, wanting more, scared of more, but wanting more nonetheless.
He slides his fingers between my folds, finding wet heat. His eyes close, and he inhales deeply, taking in everything, every drop, every scent, like he wants to memorize it. Keep it.
“Last chance, Iris.”
My heels dig into the cushions, and I shove myself closer to him. His eyes burn bright as he watches me, and he grabs the skin behind my knees, pulling me toward him; exactly where I want to be.
That’s all he needed.
He bends down, shoving his face between my thighs, inhaling deeply, his nose buried in the short curls. His tongue darts out, slipping right between the wetness. He licks, going right to the sensitive bud and sucking. Hard.
My back arches off the couch, my legs trembling on each side of his head as he takes complete control. He eats me like a starved man, like every ounce of me will sustain him for life. Like I am the essence he’s been craving.
I grab onto his hair, wild around his shoulders, and I pull, overcome with so many sensations. He growls into my flesh, the vibrations against his lips spurring a tingling between my thighs. It grows, spreading down my legs to my feet, a heat that burns its way across my skin. I can feel myself nearing the edge, teetering on the cliff of destruction.
His teeth bite down like a savage, igniting the match inside me. My body snaps straight, and I let out a cry as he buries his fingers inside me.
I feel a burning ache at the intrusion, whimpering as I try to move away from his large fingers curled in me, which are suddenly frozen. Unmoving.
My orgasm abates, and I lift my head, finding his eyes already on me. He stares at me furiously, angrily with his fingers still buried knuckle deep. “You’re a fucking virgin?” he growls, and I swear he’s moments away from bellowing the words.
I chew on my lip, unsure whether I should lie or if that would be foolish. “Why do you say that?” I murmur.
“Because the moment my fingers go any farther, I’m going to break your hymen. So fucking tell me, Iris, are you a damn virgin?”
I stare at him a moment, blinking.
One small nod.
He rips his hands from between my thighs, the slightly pink tint on his fingers making a raging blush break across my cheeks. He retreats from my shocked-still form, shaking his head, ready to bolt from the house and never talk to me again.
That makes such terror erupt from my chest that I leap forward, clinging to him like a fucking desperate psycho. If I wasn’t so terrified of him leaving, I’d be embarrassed.
But I can’t be, because my body throbs with a need for him in the same way my heart aches for him. They synchronize together, and my desperation feels unbearable.
“Get off of me, Iris,” he rumbles, his voice detached. Emotionless.
“No, please. Please don’t leave me. I don’t want you to go,” I cry, my eyes burning with tears that are ready to overflow.
His hands go to my arms, pulling me away from him. “No, I can’t do this. I can’t be with you. It’s wrong as it is, but you not telling me you’re a virgin? Fuck that, Iris. Fuck. That. You should have told me last night.”
“Please, I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to see me differently. Because I don’t care about it. Th-the pain. I don’t care about the blood. I-I just want you. I want you to be the one.”
His hands weaken, but only slightly. His fingers are still tensed against my skin, but they don’t pull me away anymore, they only hold me at a distance.
“Please, I just want you,” I whisper.
He shakes his head. “A fucking virgin.”
“I don’t care about being a virgin! I’m not fucking saving myself or anything. If you want… I’ll… I’ll go fuck someone, anyone, I don’t even care! I’ll lose my virginity that quickly because it means that little to me. Will you want me then? Will you be with me then?”
His fingers tighten again. “You fucking wouldn’t.”
My eyes water. “If it will get you to want me.”
His hand goes to my jaw, and he yanks my gaze to his. “You will not go fuck some random dick. You being a fucking virgin is the most tempting thing ever, but I can’t fucking taint you. I’m not good for you, Iris. Don’t you see that?”
“I’ve never felt more… wanted, or needed, then I have these last few days. How can you tell me you aren’t good for me?”
“Because I’m too old, too fucking dark for you. You’re pure. I’m anything but.”
“Maybe you should let me decide my fate.”
He turns his gaze away from me, closing his eyes as he takes a deep breath. I can feel it, his restraint wavering. He wants to break. He wants me just as badly, if not more. But he doesn’t want to have me make a bad decision. He lets his pride get in the way.
“Please, Lynx. I want you so badly. I need you,” I plead.
His eyes snap back to mine, his eyes burning once again. “You’ll never be able to come back from your decision, Iris. What you say now will change your life forever.”
“I want you,” I say with such certainty, so assured of my decision, that I don’t even need a moment to contemplate.