It was her words tonight that pushed me over the edge. The fear and frenzy swirling through me that caused me to break.
Her hands make fists on my suit jacket while her lips open for me. My tongue takes full advantage, diving into the heat of her mouth with punishing urgency. The taste of whiskey and a sweetness that’s all Bellamy wash over me, and I growl once more.
Her tongue thrashes with mine, just as angry and violent with me as I am with her. I set a torturous, feverish pace, taking control and forcing her into submission with my chest hard against hers. Burning, uncontainable heat shoots through me at the feel of her soft tits squished into me. My cock is rock-hard, and I thrust it against her belly. She moans when she feels it, her hands tangling up in my hair.
I break the kiss, my lips and teeth scraping down her jaw and along her neck. Sucking on her skin, I inhale her scent. Her fair skin reddens so easily, and my cock jerks at the sight of it. I want to mark her sweet skin. Taste more of her blood. Ripping at the neckline of her blouse, my teeth sink into her shoulder until she cries out. I lick along the ring of bitemarks I just made and smile.
“Asshole, that hurt.” She grabs my face and brings my lips back to hers.
“We both know you liked it.” I bite her lip again to prove my point, and sure enough, she grinds her cunt against me, seeking friction. I doubt she’s even aware she did that. My hand meetsher thigh beneath the hem of her skirt, and then I’m sliding it up and up until I’m cupping and gripping the globe of her perfect ass in my palm.
“Ah. Oh my god. Your Majesty, I wasn’t done talking to you.”
I smirk against her lips. “Talk to me after I make you come.” Pressing in harder against her, I slip my finger into the fabric of her underwear over her cunt from behind. “Fuck, you’re soaking fucking wet for me.”
“Oh god. Oh god. I have to… Fuck.”
My lips layer with hers as I watch her stunning, blissed-out face, needing to see what she looks like when she comes for me. I ring her dripping entrance with my middle finger and thrust it up into her.
“Tight. Holy hell, how is your cunt this tight?” My cock pulses in my pants, anxious to feel this grip for itself. I start to pump into her, her body trembling and her eyes closed.
“Because I’m a virgin.”
And everything stops. Freezes. Time stands still.
“What?” I finally manage. I pull my finger out of her, but I don’t go far. I continue to play with her because surely I misheard that.
Her eyes snap open and meet mine, hazy and lust-drunk, but now shy and a bit reserved, which is not Bellamy. “I’m a virgin.”
Fuck. Just fuck. What have I done? I collapse to the floor on my knees, my hands on my thighs, panting as I sit back and stare up at her. “Explain.”
Her eyebrows hit her hairline, but she looks so beautiful like this. Hair tussled from my hands, back pressed against the wall, chest heaving. “Explain what? That I’ve never had sex before?”
“Yes. Have you done anything with anyone? Has anyone ever touched you before? Made you come.”
“No. Not really.”
Dear God, I truly am a bastard.
“Don’t look at me like that. I’m twenty-one. It’s well past time for me, and if I didn’t want you, then I would have stopped you. Did you not feel how wet I am? Newsflash, Your Majesty.I. Want. You.Now what are you going to do about it?”
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BELLAMY
Istare at him, this powerful man brought down to his knees, and challenge him to act. With my words. With my eyes. With my fucking body thatneedsmore of what he was just doing to me.
“Bellamy.”
“Don’t you dare fuckingBellamyme. You want me just as much as I want you.”
He shakes his head, and for a second, my heart plummets until he says, “More. I want you more. Because I know all the things I want to do to you. You haven’t even begun to imagine them because I am not a good man.”
“Explain,” I say, tossing his word back at him.
“I think you can guess.”
Yes. I can guess. He bit my lip and my shoulder, and I could tell that was him holding back. He’s rough. Animalistic.
