My thoughts shift to Elyse. Her perfect lips. The way her eyes sparkle when she looks at me. Even with fear in her eyes, she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.
My jaw clenches, and my strokes become more furious as images of Elyse beneath me fill my mind, her pussy stretching and taking my cock as I pump into her.
Her moans of pleasure, her pleading for more, the erotic look in her eyes as she falls apart all over my cock. I wonder what her nails will feel like raking over my skin.
I feel the build deep in my balls as I curl my toes into the tub, feeling my insides spiral out of control. Air fills my lungs, but never fully inflates them.
I feel out of control. I pump harder, and harder, I groan, the pleasure encompassing me all at once. Sticky ropes of cum hit the wall while my body shakes with aftershocks, my muscles tense.
I sigh, sagging completely against the wall. This woman…she’s ruining me, fucking ruining me, and the worst part is I want her to keep doing it.
I want to be better. I want to make her happy. But most of all, I want her.
Chapter Four
Elyse
I know something is off before I even open my eyes. The bed feels different, warmer. The comforter feels rougher, and it doesn’t smell like my lavender laundry detergent.
My eyes open slowly, feeling dry and icky. I don’t start panicking until I’m able to take in the unfamiliar room. My heart starts racing, pumping blood into every muscle in my body. Sitting up in a flash, the comforter slides down to my belly. I’m wearing a shirt I’m one hundred percent certain isn’t mine. A hundred little snapshots from last night enter my mind at the same time.
Not one of them makes sense.
Someone stirring next to me grabs my undivided attention. I look beside me and find a large body half covered up with the same blanket I’m using. His bare, broad shoulders and tousled dark hair is all I see.
Clasping the blanket around my body, I jump up, trying to get away. My still clumsy feet get wrapped up in the comforter, making me tumble off the bed. With a loud thud, I land on the floor.
“Shit, are you okay?” Hero’s voice sounds concerned as he stirs from sleep. The next moment, he’s by my side, kneeling next to me.
Tears start to run down my cheek uncontrollably.
What have I done?
I’ve given up my virginity to someone I barely know, and I don’t even remember it.
“Hey. Don’t cry.” Hero holds my face in his large hands, wiping my tears away with his thumbs.
His touch sends shivers of pleasure down my spine. The feeling feels familiar and some of the images from last night come to me more clearly.
Images of him taking my clothes off, touching me, kissing me, and, oh god, me begging him… What was I begging him to do? I cringe. It wouldn’t surprise me if he didn’t want to see me again after last night.
I open my mouth to say something, but before I can, he picks my still wrapped up body up like I weigh nothing and deposits me back on the bed.
His bed.
Scurrying backwards, I try to calm myself by lifting my gaze to his. There’s a softness in his eyes I want to reach out and touch. Still, the question on the tip of my tongue remains. I ask it before I lose the courage.
“Did you…? I mean, did we…?” I trail off, dropping my eyes to the floor. Guilt and shame coat me from the inside out. I don’t remember going that far, but my mind is still a jumbled mess. My body still feels the same, and there’s no soreness between my legs…but that doesn’t mean anything, right? Bile rises in my throat—and I panic. Had I just accused Hero of raping me? My head is a mess, my thoughts swirling all together.
“Have sex?” he finishes my question, his tone a bit condescending. “No. When I’m inside your virgin pussy for the first time, I want to be certain you feel, and remember, every single thing.”
My cheeks heat.
Will there be a first time?
I remember my reaction to him last night, the pleasure that coursed through my veins, the way my body lit up like a Christmas tree at the press of his lips and touch of his hands.
“You’re thinking about it now, aren’t you? Thinking about how you almost gave yourself to a monster—a man you don’t even fucking know, a man who could’ve raped you, violated you, took your innocence and hurt you.” His words are dark, his gaze even darker, almost manic.
A shiver of fear goes down my spine.
He’s so hot and cold. On and off. He gives me whiplash, yet I feel drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. I’ve never met a man like him before, but I want to know more about him, what makes him this way.