I can’t think—I can barely stand. The whole world narrows to her touch, to the sensations building in my gut, to the pleasure that zips up my spine.
“Saint…” My voice comes out low, wrecked. “You’re killing me.”
She looks up at me through her lashes, innocent and sinful in the same breath, and that’s when she tightens her grip on me, and I swear my knees tremble.
“You feel better than I imagined,” she murmurs.
A curse rips from my throat, and my hands fly to her hips, needing something to hold on to before I lose every ounce of control I’ve been pretending to have. I flick the button on her jeans, and she leans forward, lifting her hips just enough so I can peel them off her, right along with her little white panties.
I’m leaking precum all over, and I can’t put into words how fucking gone for her I am.
“Touch me.” Her voice is a whispered plea.
As if I could fucking say no.
Shifting, she spreads her legs, and I slowly slide my fingers between her folds to find her clit. She’s soaked, but she’s not ready to take my cock, not yet.
“Look at me,” I murmur.
When she looks at me, it feels like she’s staring into the depths of my soul. Her eyes are wide, full of something raw—fear, need, maybe both. It undoes me. Reminding myself that this is her first time helps to cool some of the burning heat in my veins.
Be gentle. Don’t scare her.
I slip one finger into her slowly, and try not to succumb to the warmth of her body. She’s tight, so fucking tight, and I grit my teeth and breathe through the way it hits me.This is mine. She is mine.Watching her face, I pump in and out, letting the sensations build, feeling the way her muscles loosen as I finger fuck her.
“That’s it,” I whisper against her mouth. “Let me finger your pussy, claim it, prepare it for my cock.” Like a little kitten, she whimpers and clutches onto my shoulders, her nails skimming my own brand on the back of my shoulder blade. Her hips jerk in helpless abandonment. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
“Calder—” It’s a half moan, half plea.
Knowing she needs more, I add a second finger, stretching her, while gently stroking her little clit with my thumb.
“Shhh, I’ve got you, sweet girl. That’s better, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” she moans, and I can feel her nails sinking into my flesh, marking me. Fuck, the idea of wearing her mark, of her laying claim to me.
Just fuck.
“You gonna come for me?” I ask, upping the pace of my strokes, keeping constant pressure on her clit. “Come on my fingers like you’re going to come on my cock.”
“I want more.” She breaks off with a sharp inhale and reaches for me, trying to guide my cock to her entrance. I catch her wrist and pin it gently but firmly against the counter beside her hip. If we’re doing this, we’re doing it my way.
“Not yet.” My voice comes out rough. “Not until you come for me.”
“No. I want you to fuck me.”
“And I will, as soon as I’ve made you explode on my fingers.” I slide a third finger inside her, feeling the tight resistance. She whimpers, her free hand clutching at my shoulder. “Feel that, sweet girl? That’s your virginity, and it’s mine. All. Fucking. Mine.”
She tries to free her wrist, but I hold firm. This is one thing I can control. One thing I can give her is pleasure before pain. Preparation instead of just taking.
“Let me go,” she demands, but her voice wavers.
“No,” I growl and continue to finger fuck her, stretching her, preparing her for my cock. “You wanted this, and now you’re going to take it. Take what I give you.”
Her eyes flash with renewed anger, but underneath it, I see the desperation. The need to feel something other than the terror of the future looming over us.
“Calder—” My name comes out broken, pleading. “Please.”
“Please what?” I lean in, mouth against her ear, breathing in the scent of her shampoo and skin beneath the whiskey. “Please stop? Please more?”
