"Don't ever fucking say some shit like that again," he growls, his face inches from mine, breath hot against my lips.
Then his mouth crashes into mine, all teeth and tongue and desperation. He lifts me like I weigh nothing, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he stomps down the hallway. His bedroom door flies open with a kick, and he tosses me onto his bed like a fucking rag doll.
I bounce on the mattress, breathless and wet between my legs. He stands at the foot of the bed, pulling his shirt off in one fluid motion, revealing the galaxy of tattoos across his chest. The look in his eyes is fucking terrifying and the hottest thing I've ever seen.
A dark smile crosses his face as he crawls onto the bed, moving up my body until his face is level with core. Without warning, his fingers hook into the sides, and he rips the fabric clean off me.
"Ramsey!" I yelp, shocked at how fucking hot that was.
"I'll buy you more," he growls, pushing my thighs apart and settling between them. "Right now, I need to taste you."
His breath is hot against my pussy, and I'm suddenly hyperaware that I'm completely naked while he's still half-dressed. Before I can process that thought, his tongue makes one long, flat stroke up my center.
"Fuck!" I gasp, my back arching off the bed. Whimpering, I try and grind against his face, but his grip tightens.
"Patience, baby girl. Let me take care of you."
When his mouth finally closes around my clit, sucking gently, my entire body jolts like I've been electrocuted. One of his hands slides up my stomach to my breast, pinchingmy nipple between his fingers as he works me with his tongue.
"Oh god, Ramsey," I moan, my hands fisting in his sheets.
"You're so fucking tight," he murmurs, slowly pushing one finger inside me. "Gotta get you ready."
"Please," I beg, not even sure what I'm asking for.
The stretch burns slightly—his fingers are so much thicker than mine—but the discomfort fades quickly as he curls it inside me, hitting a spot that makes my vision blur.
"There we go," he says, adding a second finger as his tongue continues its relentless assault on my skin. "Just relax for me."
The third finger makes me gasp, my body clenching around the intrusion. It burns—a delicious stretch that has me panting as he slowly works them in and out.
"Fuck, that's a lot," I whisper, my hips lifting involuntarily.
"Gotta make sure you're ready for me," he murmurs against my inner thigh, placing open-mouthed kisses there while his fingers keep up their relentless pace. "Don't want to hurt you."
I'm dripping wet now, embarrassingly so. I can hear the slick sounds as his fingers pump in and out, stretching me, preparing me. My body's on fire, nerves I didn't even know I had lighting up as he curls his fingers to hit that spot inside me that makes my thighs shake.
"I think you're ready," he says, his voice thick with desire as he withdraws his fingers.
I whimper at the loss, feeling suddenly empty.Ramsey stands at the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving mine as he unbuttons his jeans. They hit the floor with a soft thud, followed by his boxer briefs. And holy fuck.
"No way that's gonna fit," I blurt out, my eyes widening at the size of him. He's huge—thick and long and already leaking at the tip.
Ramsey laughs, the sound dark and promising as he crawls back onto the bed. "It'll fit, baby girl. I'll make sure of it."
He positions himself between my thighs, his cock resting heavy against my entrance. My heart's pounding so hard I swear he can hear it. His hand comes up to brush hair from my face, a surprisingly tender gesture given the fire in his eyes.
"This is it," he says, his voice low and gravelly. "You sure about this? If you don't want this, speak up now." His eyes lock with mine, intense and burning. "Because once I sink into you, claim you—once your blood is on my dick, you're mine. Unequivocally mine. You'll never be anyone else's, not even your own."
The weight of his words hits me. There's no going back after this. No pretending we're just friends, no acting like this is casual. This is Ramsey staking his claim in the most primal way possible.
And fuck, I want it.
"I'm yours," I whisper, reaching up to touch his face. "I think we both know I always have been."
That's all it takes. With one smooth thrust, he pushes inside me, breaking through my virginity. The pain is sharpand immediate, a burning stretch that makes me cry out and dig my nails into his shoulders.
"Fuck," he hisses, his body going completely still above me. "So fucking tight. You okay?"
