“Fuck, baby…are you…are you a virgin? You've never been touched?” he rasped at last, voice broken glass wrapped in velvet. “Christ, Edwina.” His forehead pressed to mine, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought it might snap. “Do you have any idea what you've just given me?”
I swallowed hard, trembling beneath him, but I didn't look away. His eyes darkened, pupils swallowing the warm brown until they were bottomless. A humorless laugh slipped from his throat, low and dangerous. “Fuck. You don't even realize what you've done, do you?” His thumb dragged across my lips, smearing the remnants of his kiss. “Now, whether you meant to or not, you've made me your last.”
My breath caught, a shiver racing though me.
“You think I'll let anyone else touch you after this?” His voice dipped lower, a promise wrapped in threat. “No. Not a chance.I'll carve myself into you so deep, you won't remember what it felt like to be untouched.”
“If I hurt you—”
“You won't,” I said, and meant it.
Something tender and fierce flashed in his gaze. He dipped his head, capturing my lips in a kiss that brought tears to my eyes with its beauty. Equal parts gentle and impassioned, I felt it in my very soul.
“My sweet, perfect girl,” Hayden breathed against my lips. “I'll take care of you. Make this so good for you. You're mine, Edwina. Mine to protect, mine to pleasure. Only mine. Breathe for me.”
Tears pricked my eyes at his sweet, possessive words. There was nowhere else I'd rather be.
He began to move again, working his thickness into me with shallow, careful thrusts. He moved with a patience that felt like restraint turned into a worship, inch by inch, pause by pause, letting my body learn his. The first sting made my fingers clench in his shirt, he caught the sound I made with his mouth, swallowed it, steadied me with his hands and voice.
“That's it,” he whispered. “I've got you. Look at me.”
I did, and the room narrowed to the rhythm of our breath. His control frayed with each shiver that ran through me, mine melted entirely. The sting was still there, but the burn of being stretched open around him was exquisite.
“Ugh, so fucking tight,” Hayden grunted, jaw clenched. “Hug me just like that. Going make you feel so good. Open up, baby.”
I could feel the moment he was fully seated, his heavy balls resting against my ass. The sense of fullness was incredible, I was stuffed to the brim, throbbing, clenching.
Hayden began to move, carefully at first, then with increasing confidence. Each thrust was a testament, the pleasure written on his face as he gazed down at me like I hung the moon. I couldfeel another orgasm barreling towards me, coiling tight and hot in my belly.
“Please, Hay…need…harder!”
“So beautiful,” he grunted, snapping his hips. “Take it, baby. You're doing so well, so perfect, clenching me so tight.”
His pelvis ground against my clit with every stroke, winding me tighter and tighter, the pressure building to unbearable levels. All the while, Hayden crooned in my ear, darkly sweet and filthy.
“Love your little tight pussy.” He reached down to thumb my clit, purposeful flicks in time with his plundering thrusts.
I flew apart, screaming, clawing, sobbing his name as I came harder than ever before. My greedy pussy clamped down on him, pulsating, milking, dragging him over the edge with me. Hayden roared his completion, freezing deep inside me as his cock throbbed, spilling rope after rope of hot, sticky cum. I could feel it painting my walls, marking me, claiming me as his in the most primal way. He collapsed over me, catching his weight on his forearms, face buried in my throat. We stayed like that, hearts thundering, breaths sawing, basking in the afterglow.
“Fuck...” Hayden finally rumbled, pressing a tender kiss to the pulse point beneath my ear. “You're mine. Every trembling inch of you. I'll be the first and the last. Do you understand me? No one else gets to ruin you. Only me.”
“Yours.” I whispered back, feeling the truth of it ringing in every cell. “Only yours.”
When he finally pulled out of me, I felt a hot gush follow. I looked down to see his cock coated in a mix of my juices, his cum and a tinge of pink from my virgin blood. The sight was so raw, so primal, so deeply intimate. I was his completely now, in every way that mattered.
“Did I—are you—”
“I'm okay,” I said, and the truth of it rang through me. “More than okay.”
He exhaled, and the next kiss he gave me was almost tender, as though he didn’t trust himself with more. He eased us down onto the sheets, gathering me against his chest, one palm pressed low at my spine in a hold that felt both protective and possessive.
“Tell me if you need anything,” he said into my hair, his voice quiet, roughened by exhaustion and something deeper. “Water. Rest. Space.”
“I don’t want space,” I whispered before I could stop myself. “Not from you.”
He huffed a soft laugh, half amused, half undone. “Careful,” he murmured, his thumb tracing slow circles against my skin. “Say things like that, and I’ll start believing I get to keep you.”
“You already do,” I said, the words slipping out unguarded. I felt the way they sank into him, the small tremor of his breath against my hair.
