I want the room to swallow me whole.
I’m such a fucking idiot.Way out of my depth.He must hate me.Really fucking hate me, and he’s chosen now to reveal his true feelings: that he despises me and thinks I’m just some rich spoiled bitch who has tantrums because she can’t get her own way.
But before I can charge at him, I note the darkness in his eyes, the way he’s staring at me like he wants to devour me… the step he takes towards me, which makes the rest of the room disappear as he says, “I want you, Hayami.I want to taste every bit of you, touch every inch of you, worship every part of you until I don’t know who I am anymore.I want to consume you until all you can feel is me, inside your head, between your legs, and on every word you utter.I want to devastate you, ruin you, blind you with such pleasure that all you see is me.But I know if we do this, I won’t be happy with just one fuck.Once won’t be enough.I’ll want more.So much more, and I’m not sure if that’s what you want.So, I’m asking you now, is this what you want?”
Heat pools between my legs, and my chest swells with the breath I’ve been holding.
I want to worship you.
I want to ruin you.
All this time.All this time, I didn’t know.
Once won’t be enough.
He’s asking me.Giving me the choice.Is this what I want?
Without thinking, without hesitating, I drop the towel.
* * *
FENRIR
Fear.That’s what I felt after I told her what I want.Gut-wrenching fear that she’d walk away.Laugh in my face.Spit at me.Tell me this isn’t what she wants, because how could she?How couldanyonewant such a monstrous person?
But when she drops that fucking towel, my heart erupts, and I have to hold myself back.
This will be her first time.
I have to remember this.Six months of fantasies are clawing to get out, but I have to take it slow.
Iwilltake it slow.Just this once.
* * *
HAYAMI
There’s a second where he doesn’t move, doesn’t say anything, just stares at my naked body.Even after his declaration, I have a moment where I think this could be a trick, a stupid game, a way of humiliating me.Then he looks me in the eye and I see it—the hunger, the need—and I’m shaking.
“Are you ready?”he asks.
I nod, afraid of what words might spill from my mouth.
“Show me.”
What?I don’t know what he means, and he must see my panic, as he says, “Show me you’re ready.”
My pulse pounds in my ears as I register what he wants me to do.Taking a deep breath, I slip my hand down my stomach and then between my legs.Slowly, I push two fingers inside myself.I’m wet, warm, ready.
I bring them out and show them to him.
He eyes them carefully and then tuts.
“You’re not ready, Hayami.This is your first time, and you saw the size of me this morning.I won’t be responsible for ripping you to shreds.Come here.”He beckons me with the crook of his finger, and without thinking, I move towards him as he sits on the edge of the bed.
His head is level with my stomach, so close I can feel his breath against my skin.
“Place your foot on the bed.”He pats the side of the bed next to him.
