I’m breathless, undone, my mind spiralling from the haze of pleasure but one thought pierces through the fog.
I need more. I need him. All. Of. Him.
My hand glides up the length of his arm, the tension beneath his skin thrumming against my fingertips, until I’m wrapping it around his broad shoulders. My fingers find their way into the thick strands of his dark hair, threading through and tugging lightly as I catch myself. My other hand moves, trailing down the front of his body, grazing over the ridges of his hard abs.
Our eyes stay locked, a silent war of control and surrender, as my fingers dip beneath the waistband of his boxers. The heat radiates against my palm as I slip inside, the rough texture of his pubic hair brushing against my skin, guiding me to where I need to be.
I find him, my hand wrapping around his cock, and my breath halts. He’s too thick, too long, the heaviness of him in my hand enough to make me clench my thighs together and run. His lips part slightly, a breath hissing out as my grip tightens. I drag my palm downward, feeling every ridge, everybulging vein, every detail of his rock-hard dick beneath my fingers.
His eyes grow darker, a storm brewing in them as a low, guttural growl escapes his throat. My thumb brushes over the slick tip, the cool metal of the piercing that I’ve always known was there, gliding over the pad, and I bite my lip to stifle a whimper, feeling the need pouring into me like a greedy wave.
“Are you going to fuck me now, Rook?” I whisper, my voice breathless, yet daring. “Are you going to take my virginity and make me yours like you’ve always promised?”
The words linger in the air, and I know I’ve lit a fire that neither of us is prepared to put out. This is my surrender to him. Finally. I’m giving into what we both want. What we both need. Right now, the consequence doesn’t matter enough for me to stop.
He doesn't respond, he withdraws his fingers from me, the slick drag making me tremor with the sudden emptiness. For a moment, I think he’ll leave me hanging in this deprived state, but then he lifts his hand to his mouth. His gaze locks with mine as he sucks on his fingers, tasting me, and the wet sound fills the space between us before he spits on the tips.
I free his cock from his boxers, hefty in my hand. The heat of him pulses against my palm as I drag my fingers down the length, admiring but fearful of the sheer size of him. He grabs it from me, smearing the spit over the tip.
Before I can catch my breath, his hands grip my hips, yanking me further beneath him and the force of it sends a thrill shooting through me, my body falling completely under his control.
With one swift motion, he gathers the fabric of my red dress in his fists, pulling it up my body. The friction against my skin is quick and he doesn’t stop until the dress is over my head, leaving me utterly naked.
As soon as my breasts bounce free, his hungry eyes take me in briefly, and I don’t even feel shy about being naked in front of my big brother. That’s weird, isn’t it? That’s got to be weird.
Then he’s on me, his large body presses down on mine, the searing heat of him engulfing me, and the skin-to-skin contact makes my nipples hard in an instant. His lips find mine with a kiss that’s desperate, as if he’s starving for me, and I kiss him back with the same urgency, no longer hesitant, no longer holding back.
It’s wet, it’s fucking messy, but it’s us. The way we move together feels so effortless, so fucking right, like our bodies were made to fit this way.
He dips his hips, pressing his big cock against my wet pussy, teasing me, rubbing it along my slit. I gasp into his mouth, unable to stop myself from wanting more, my arms tightening around his shoulders, clinging myself to him.
His teeth bite into my bottom lip, sucking with a tug before his tongue thrusts down my throat again, claiming me with a savage hunger. Every touch, every kiss, seems to connect us in a way I don’t want to escape.
Then, without no more hesitation, he presses the tip of his pierced cock against my entrance. The sharp pain that follows as he pushes forward is almost too much, and I have to break the kiss, straining for air.
My body arches beneath him, instinctively trying to adjust to the burn of him filling and stretching me. He presses his faceinto the crook of my neck, his breath ragged as he whispers darkly, “You might want to bite down, bunny. This won’t be fucking easy at first. Relax and let me take control.”
I do as he tells me, sinking my teeth into his shoulder and he hisses. I attempt to relax, to let him press deeper, but it fucking hurts. He feels massive inside me and my legs tense instinctively, my body fighting against the intrusion, but he doesn’t falter. He continues, pushing further, ripping through every barrier I have until finally, he'sfully inside me.
A shuddered breath escapes me, mirrored by his, as we both pause. His chest heaves against mine as we take in what just happened. Slowly, his head lifts, his heavy eyes meeting mine. My gaze softens, and our connection solidifies, a silent understanding passing between us.
His lips curve before his expression darkens again. His gaze falls to my mouth, lingering for a beat, and then he’s on them. His mouth claims mine in a kiss so intense it steals my breath. His tongue sweeps over mine, dominating, demanding, and I surrender.
As his hips flex, he pulls back, gliding his cock along my walls, then he thrusts back in, slow at first, but I whimper into the kiss, my nails biting into his shoulders as his pace begins to quicken. He groans low in his throat, the sound rough and raw, and I fucking love the sound of it.
With every drive inside me, my body gives way to him, the pain melting into a pleasure so intense it leaves me reeling. My walls tighten around him, the slick heat between us making each stroke smoother, deeper. I lose myself in the rhythm he sets, the way his cock fills me over and over again, erasing the chains of our world away until there’s nothing left but us.
When he realizes I’m taking him easier, I can feel the change in him, the last threads of his control snapping. The dominance radiates off him, tangible and electric. He tears his lips from mine, and before I can process what’s happening, his strong hands snatch my wrists. His thrusts ease, never stopping, but his focus sharpens. I’m so lost in the haze of lust that I barely register the cool, rough press of Christmas lights being wound tightly around my wrists. The cords bite into my skin as he secures me to the headboard, locking me into place.
His breathing grows heavier, rough with barely contained frustration, as he pulls more of the lights. The tension in the room thickens as I feel him loop one behind my knee, yanking it high and wide until it’s pressed beside my shoulder. The vulnerability of my position sending a wave of both terror and arousal coursing through me. He does the same to my other leg, restraining and positioning me so I’m spread wide open for him, utterly at his mercy.
His hand glides up the centre of my body, his palm leaving a trail of heat in its wake. It doesn’t stop until it wraps around my throat, his grip firm, possessive. He leans in close, his lips ghosting just a breath away from mine, and the darkness in his green eyes sends a shiver down my spine.
“I’m going to fuck you exactly how I want to fuck you now, little sister,” he snarls, low and menacing. “Your tight cunt is mine to destroy, to break in fully, and you’re going to fucking take it. Every agonizing, pleasurable second of it. You’re going to come for me again and again, until we’re both red and raw from the friction. I don’t stop until I think it’s enough. Do you understand?”
I swallow against his hand, searching his eyes before giving a small nod, mentally preparing myself for the onslaught I’m about to feel.
“Words, Bunny. Use your fucking words. Tell me.” He whispers forcefully, his hand tightening on my neck.
