I blinked.
Karson’s eyes were intent on mine. They were wild. Ravenous. My toes curled. I tried to move against him, tried to plead for him to fuck me without saying the words.
“I want to fuck you raw,” he murmured, mouth inches from mine.
The words penetrated.
Protection.
Something I was absolutely religious about, even though I was on birth control. It didn’t matter how drunk I was, how horny I was, how hot the guy was or the promises they gave me about their lack of STIs. I always used a condom.
Always.
It wasn’t just about protection from STIs or the small possibility of getting pregnant while being on birth control. It was about the intimacy of it. There was a closeness that came with that that I hadn’t been willing to give to any man.
No way was I ever going to save myself for marriage. I lost my virginity at thirteen. It was messy, painful, and lasted for less than a minute. But I eventually learned my own body, my own needs, taught it to boys I dated, dumped men who didn’t want to be taught.
No, the person I was going to spend the rest of my life with—or at the very least someone I would love with everything I am for a time—wasn’t going to get my virginity. But I had nurtured the idea that I could give him something special.
As much as I proclaimed to have loved many men in my life, I never wanted to give them that. I reveled in the small amount of distance I could create, a small shield I could hide behind to make sure they didn’t take anything from me.
I’d turned it into something more.
So certainly, I would not give this piece of me to a stranger. One who had broken into my house tonight. One who worked for a shady criminal. One who I met briefly on the street while he was basically trying to abduct my best friend.
“Do it,” I hissed, my voice barely recognizable.
Karson didn’t plunge right in, he didn’t do anything, just continued staring at me, hovering above me, cock pressing against me.
“Once I do this, there’s no going back,” he warned. “You’ll be mine.”
I was too far gone to understand what that statement was. Or maybe I wasn’t. Maybe I knew exactly what he meant by that.
I wrapped my arms around him so I could yank him closer, sinking my nails into his skin.
“I want you,” I murmured, my eyes locked with his.
This time there was no pause. He surged inside.
My nails sank in farther.
Karson fucked me hard, deep, with a kind of violence that his eyes had promised since the beginning. The feeling of his skin against mine, his weight pushing me into the floor, causing my skin to smolder. I gripped onto him harder as he built me toward another orgasm, this one more world shattering than the last.
His lips were at my neck, teeth grazing over the skin there. My nails were still clawing at his back.
My body sang for him in a way that felt overwhelming and like absolute perfection at the same time. I wasn’t thinking about anything but his weight on top of me, his cock moving inside of me and the orgasm that he was stoking, creating. My body went taut as I felt it build inside me, my mind clouding over, thinking of nothing but incoming pleasure. Incoming ruin.
Karson must’ve felt my body tensing, my pussy pulsating around him, because his lips were no longer at my neck. Glacial eyes burned into mine, jolting me out of the reverie I was in. No longer was everything soft, cloudy. Every angle of Karson’s face was etched in sharp detail, as if it was carved from stone. The depths beyond his eyes sucked me in, held me hostage, signified something that even in my pleasure ridden insanity I knew was important, pivotal, unescapable. That, coupled with his body moving rhythmically atop me, cock surging inside of me, was too much for me to handle. I squeezed my eyes shut in order to escape his gaze and the intensity behind it, determined to chase my orgasm and nothing else.
Karson stopped moving the second I squeezed my eyes shut, when I was moments away from coming apart completely.
My entire body rebelled at his lack of movement, at his denial of something I needed for my thundering heart to continue beating.
“Open your eyes, Wren,” Karson demanded, voice rough. It sent shivers down my spine.
I obeyed him on reflex. His irises were pits of desire. Hunger. His entire face had transformed into an entirely different man than the one I’d met earlier. There was a monster dancing behind his stare. And my pussy contracted seeing it.
He let out a low grunt, telling me he’d felt that, the veins in his neck pulsating with the restraint it was taking him to stay still. It was obvious that he was moments away from emptying himself inside of me.