"Yes."
"Fuck." The word comes out reverent. "You saved yourself."
"Not on purpose. I just never—I never wanted anyone before—"
"Before me."
"Before you."
Something primal roars to life in my chest. Mine. She's mine. No one else has touched her. No one else ever will.
"This is going to hurt," I warn her.
"I know. I want it anyway." Her hands grip my shoulders. "I want you to be my first. My only."
"I will be." I lean down, kiss her hard. "Your first. Your last. The only man who will ever know what you feel like inside."
I push deeper. Feel her body resist. Feel the barrier that proves she's mine.
"Konstantin!"
"Breathe through it." Another inch. "You're taking me so well. Such a good girl. Opening up for my cock."
She whimpers but she's not telling me to stop. She's pulling me closer, her nails digging into my back.
One more thrust and I'm inside. Buried to the hilt inside her virgin pussy.
She cries out. I feel her tense around me, her body adjusting to the intrusion.
"You okay?" I force myself to stay still even though every instinct is screaming at me to move.
"It hurts," she gasps.
"I know. Give it a minute."
I look down at where we're joined. See the slight streak of blood on my cock. Physical proof that I took something no one else had.
"You're bleeding a little," I tell her.
"Is that bad?"
"No. It's fucking perfect." I pull out slightly and push back in, watching my cock disappear into her pussy. "It means you're completely mine now. Your virginity. Your body. Your pleasure. All mine."
She's starting to relax now, her inner walls adjusting to my size. "Move. Please move."
"You sure?"
"Yes. I need—"
I start moving. Slow at first. Long, deep strokes that let her feel every inch of me.
"That's it," I groan. "Fuck, you feel incredible. So tight. So hot. Like you were made specifically for my cock."
"Harder," she gasps.
"You sure? You're still adjusting."
"I don't care. I want to feel it. Want to feel you claiming me."
