"You've never..." I couldn't finish the question, my voice catching in my throat as the full implications crashed over me.
She'd never had a man inside her before. Never known the touch of a lover. Never given herself to anyone the way she was offering herself to me now, trembling and vulnerable.
The knowledge should have made me pull back, should have forced me to reconsider what I was doing. Instead, it ignited something savage and possessive inside me, something that roared with satisfaction that I was her first.
"No man has ever had you?"
"No." Her cheeks flushed deeper.
The knowledge that this woman—this extraordinary creature—had never known intimacy with another man, that I would be her first, that she was trusting her body to me… I couldn't explain it, but I was suddenly overcome with the need to protect her. Against any and everyone.
"Do… you want me to stop?" I wasn't even sure if I could.
"No." Her answer was immediate.
"Lior"—I started, then stopped myself. "Guinevere."
I couldn't explain it, but saying her name thrilled me in a way that made little sense—hearing it fall from my lips while buried inside her felt like I was claiming something sacred, something that had always been mine. "Guinevere," I repeated, savoring each syllable as I eased my cock further inside her tight heat, feeling her body stretch to accommodate me. The frictionwas exquisite torture, her untouched walls gripping me in a way that threatened my control.
I paused, my rational mind warring with primal need. Even through the haze of desire, I had to give her one last chance to understand what she was choosing. "If I break your maidenhead," I said, my voice hoarse with restraint, "your chances of finding a husband—of having the life you deserve—"
"—I don't care." Her interruption was swift and fierce, her eyes blazing with determination. There was no hesitation, no doubt—only raw honesty that cut through every noble intention I was doing my best to cling to.
I gripped her chin to force her to look at me. "It will hurt for a moment." She just nodded. "And you will bleed."
She seemed slightly hesitant. "Does that... repel you?"
I let out a low, dark chuckle that rumbled from deep in my chest. "Gods, no," I murmured, the idea that her virginal blood would repel me seeming almost absurd.
I leaned down until my lips brushed against the delicate shell of her ear, my breath hot against her skin as I whispered my darkest desires. "I want to thrust through your maidenhead and slather my cock in your virginal blood," I confessed, my voice rough with raw hunger. The words felt forbidden and sacred all at once, spoken in the hushed embrace of this moment where nothing existed but the two of us. "Then I want to fuck you long and deep, so slow that you'll feel exactly how good my cock can make you feel." My free hand traced down her trembling body, mapping every curve as I continued my wicked confession. "I want to spread you wide beneath me, watch your face as I fill you completely." The image alone made me pulse inside her tight heat. "I want you to choke on my name when you feel me thrusting into you again and again."
I pulled out slightly, only so I could soon slam back into her and take what was mine—what no other man had a right to. Yes,she was mine. And she would stay that way. No other man would ever touch her. No other man would ever know how wet she was, how tight she was. She was mine alone.
"Do you feel how hard I am for you?" I pulled back another inch, relishing her sharp intake of breath. "How badly I want to fuck you?" I leaned down to kiss her. "Tell me you want the full length of me."
Her inner walls clenched around me in response. "Yes."
"Tell me what you want," I commanded, my voice rough with barely restrained hunger. "I want to hear you say it."
Her eyes darkened, pupils blown wide with desire.
"I want... I want you inside me."
I shook my head. "Not good enough." I withdrew almost completely, earning a desperate whimper that nearly undid me. "Tell meexactlywhat you want, my lady."
Her cheeks flushed crimson, but she held my gaze. "I want your… cock inside me."
"Good girl. Now tell me what you want me to do with it."
"Fuck me." The words came out breathless, desperate. "Please, Lance. I want you to fuck me."
"Say it again."
"Fuck me. Fill me completely. I want to take all of you."
I slammed into her with brutal force, ripping through that fragile barrier in one savage thrust. Her yelp of pain quickly dissolved into a moan that echoed through the chamber, and I felt her slick heat coating my length—a mixture of her arousal and blood that made me growl with satisfaction.
"Breathe," I whispered, lowering my face to hers. My lips brushed away the moisture from her temples with a gentleness that surprised me. "The pain will pass, Guinevere. Just breathe through it." I stroked her hair back from her forehead, marveling at the contrast between us—her untouched innocence and my years of carnal knowledge.
