‘Always.’
We kiss for a long time. It’s deep and fiery, overflowing with all the tension and longing that has been building for years and years. We are so close there’s no space between us, but I drag him impossibly closer, desperation coursing through me.
His fingers work inside me, hooking and bending in a way that has my legs trembling. A half-moan, half-whimper climbs its way up my throat, escaping my lips as I throw my head back. His mouth is on mine, his tongue clashing with mine deliciously. A powerful, thrilling sensation overtakes me and I break from the kiss, sinking my teeth into his shoulder as the orgasm crashes through me.
His mouth is back on mine as he hoists me up. My legs wrap around his waist as I tug at his pants. We’re both desperate to get them down, and when I wrap my hand around him, he hisses, pressing hard into it, then sliding across my entrance teasingly. He pulls back, eyes dark, glistening with lust and adoration as he gazes down at me, his lips tilted in that sinfully sexy smirk of his.
I grip him in my hand and line him up, and then he pushes inside. He groans and I wince, tightening around him. He sinks further into me, thrusting a little hard, making me whine in pain, but also in pleasure. My insides stretch and curve around him, and I try to relax my muscles, wanting to take him deeper. He does a quick thrust, slamming me hard against the wall, and I choke out a moan, tears springing to my eyes at the rawness and fullness of the pain. Mason’s fingers bite into the soft part of my backside as he pumps in and out of me, a little rougher than I expected, and I choke on a gasp as the pain worsens.
‘I’m sorry, Blush, but this is going to be quick,’ he groans, shifting me so that when he thrusts, it feels as if a spear runs through me. He uses one arm and the weight of his upper body to hold me in place, the other hand tangled in my hair. ‘Next time, I will treasure every inch of your perfect body, and devour it piece by piece.’
I moan, feeling pressure building again, and squeezing my legs tighter around him as I attempt to relax and revel in the pleasure.
‘Fuck,’ he groans, releasing a guttural growl as he spills inside me, pumping hard and fast a few more times before sagging against me, his hot breath fanning across my neck.
A loud knock bangs against the door, and my heart leaps to my throat as I startle in alarm. Mason’s eyes widen in panic.
‘Hey, Anya? Are you there? We’re about to do the cake!’ My brother’s voice floats into my room from the other side of the door, and it’s as if an icy-cold bucket of water is thrown over us. I sit up, the lust-filled trance breaking instantly.
Mason wrenches away, sliding out of me painfully and practically dropping me to my feet. I yelp at the sensation and the lack of contact with him. A few traitorous tears spill down my cheeks. I hastily wipe them away, and wince at the soreness between my legs.
‘Yes!’ I call out, voice shaky and high-pitched. ‘Just need a minute.’
‘Okay! Be quick!’
I bite my lip, my heart sinking at the expression on Mason’s face. He’s not looking at me, but down at himself, and the blood smeared across his length. His hands tremble as he blinks down at them, completely rigid.
‘Oh my God,’ he says slowly, taking a step back and blinking furiously in shock. ‘Anya ... I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t ... you’re a ... of course you are.’ He backs up further, looking distressed, pushing his hands through his hair. ‘Jesus Christ, I just went straight in, I wasn’t even gentle ... fuck ... are you even on birth control?’
I stare at him, realising that he is not sober. Not at all. I could taste alcohol on his tongue, but I didn’t know he was this drunk. I’m tipsy – most definitely – but he isdrunk. How did I not notice this before? My lips tremble as my eyes fill with tears.
‘Are you?’ he demands, cheeks reddening with what looks like anger.
I shake my head, a tear falling, and he curses. Despite the blood, he yanks his pants up, shaking his head.
‘I’m a fucking idiot,’ he mutters, looking anywhere but at me.
He strides from the room, banging my bedroom door shut behind him, rattling the walls. My entire body shakes as I stand there, trying to process everything that just happened.
Everything I wanted for so long ... to be ruined in a matter of seconds.
I can’t believe that just happened. The moment I’d been waiting for ... the moment I thought I would treasure for the rest of my life. The special thing I wanted to experience with Mason for the very first time. The promise of being with him, completely and openly.
It was meant to be special.
Instead, it was everything it shouldn’t have been.
My hands are trembling violently as I stumble towards the bathroom. I wash my hands and use my towel to pat my face dry, fixing my makeup and hair as best as I can. It hurts when I walk and I wince, dreading the burn I know I’m going to feel when I pee.
‘Anya!’ Zayden barks at me, and I whirl around, fearing that he’s found out what just happened here. ‘Can you hurry the fuck up? Everyone is waiting!’
‘Can I pee?’ I huff, keeping my hands busy, hoping he doesn’t notice how badly I’m shaking.
‘Do it after!’ he demands, leaning forward and yanking my elbow, almost tipping me over, since my heels are gigantic. ‘Come on.’
Another tear slides down my cheek as he leads me out of my room. I glance over my shoulder at the wall, the space I lost my virginity, and my heart.
And here I was, thinking this was going to be the best night of my life.
