against me and slowly starts making his way back up, trailing his lips over my very sensitive skin.
"I love the way you want me," he breathes against my neck, making my whole body shiver.
My legs wrap around his waist as I free his erection with my greedy hands. He moans into my mouth as his lips return, and then I pull him to me, silently begging him to be my first and end my innocent drought.
He pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it to the floor, revealing his perfection fully. Then he jerks his pants off before returning to me. His hand skims over my sex as he guides himself to my opening, and then his lips cover mine as he surges in.
I cry out upon feeling the unexpected strike of pain shooting through me from his abrupt, brutal entry.
"Fuck, I'm sorry. What's wrong?" he worries, staying inside me and giving me a chance to acclimate to his size.
A tear falls from my eye as I shake my head.
"Sorry, I might should have mentioned I'm... um... I was..."
His eyes widen and he pulls out of me as his mouth falls open. He looks down, and then up again while shaking his head.
"You're a virgin?" he says, his face turning pale.
I blush feverishly, my bare body now feeling all the more exposed. The word virgin has never sounded so embarrassing or dirty before.
"I don't think I am anymore."
He grips his head as if he feels regret, and I pull a sheet to my body to cover my growing insecurities.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
I look away shamefully, and then I stare at the ground.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know it would matter. Do you want to leave?"
My heart feels heavy, painful, and foolish as I stare straight down. He tilts my chin up, sincerity in his eyes.
"Alyssa, I don't want to go. I just feel like a jerk because I didn't know. I wouldn't have been so... rough... if I had known. You're... it's just... you're twenty, and well, we sort of got close to doing this the first night we were together. I only assumed-"
"I was a slut?"
He laughs a little and shakes his head.
"No. Not a slut. I just assumed you had been with someone before."
I draw back, feeling all the more stupid as I pull my knees to my chest. I went from feeling like a woman to a small child, and I thought it was supposed to go the other way around.
"I'm sorry," I murmur, trying not to sound like the crying kid I am inside.
His body softens, his eyes now holding pity.
My first time ended after one fucking thrust. I wish I had just bit through the pain and ignored it.
"Alyssa, I'm not going to let this be the way you lost your virginity."
This is humiliating... mortifying actually.
"Don't patronize me, and ugh! Don't say that word."
He laughs as I cover my head up with a pillow, and I feel his hand slipping under the sheet to curl around my bare body, pulling me to him.
"Stop, Kane. You're right. I was stupid and I should have told you," I mumble into the pillow.
"Hey, no. That's not... Alyssa, I'm sorry. I would have liked to have known so I could have made it a little more special for you - not to mention gentle."
I shake my head, and then he removes the pillow from my face before his lips find mine. I try to pull back, but he pulls me tighter to him, refusing to let me recoil again.
"Kane, you don't have to-"
He cuts me off as he moves to be between my legs again, and his hot, demanding tongue slips inside my mouth to silence me more, rebuilding the fire. I never thought it possible to recover from that, but now I'm realizing there's nothing about him that can keep me away... even a botched first time.
“Alyssa, I want you like I've never wanted anything before," he murmurs against my lips, making me feel hot in all the right places as my hands begin to tangle in his hair. "I'm assuming you're not on birth control though."
My mind flashes back to my mother's spell she cast on me when I just hit puberty. It's better than any mortal birth control there is.
"I am."
His lips become
"I love the way you want me," he breathes against my neck, making my whole body shiver.
My legs wrap around his waist as I free his erection with my greedy hands. He moans into my mouth as his lips return, and then I pull him to me, silently begging him to be my first and end my innocent drought.
He pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it to the floor, revealing his perfection fully. Then he jerks his pants off before returning to me. His hand skims over my sex as he guides himself to my opening, and then his lips cover mine as he surges in.
I cry out upon feeling the unexpected strike of pain shooting through me from his abrupt, brutal entry.
"Fuck, I'm sorry. What's wrong?" he worries, staying inside me and giving me a chance to acclimate to his size.
A tear falls from my eye as I shake my head.
"Sorry, I might should have mentioned I'm... um... I was..."
His eyes widen and he pulls out of me as his mouth falls open. He looks down, and then up again while shaking his head.
"You're a virgin?" he says, his face turning pale.
I blush feverishly, my bare body now feeling all the more exposed. The word virgin has never sounded so embarrassing or dirty before.
"I don't think I am anymore."
He grips his head as if he feels regret, and I pull a sheet to my body to cover my growing insecurities.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
I look away shamefully, and then I stare at the ground.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know it would matter. Do you want to leave?"
My heart feels heavy, painful, and foolish as I stare straight down. He tilts my chin up, sincerity in his eyes.
"Alyssa, I don't want to go. I just feel like a jerk because I didn't know. I wouldn't have been so... rough... if I had known. You're... it's just... you're twenty, and well, we sort of got close to doing this the first night we were together. I only assumed-"
"I was a slut?"
He laughs a little and shakes his head.
"No. Not a slut. I just assumed you had been with someone before."
I draw back, feeling all the more stupid as I pull my knees to my chest. I went from feeling like a woman to a small child, and I thought it was supposed to go the other way around.
"I'm sorry," I murmur, trying not to sound like the crying kid I am inside.
His body softens, his eyes now holding pity.
My first time ended after one fucking thrust. I wish I had just bit through the pain and ignored it.
"Alyssa, I'm not going to let this be the way you lost your virginity."
This is humiliating... mortifying actually.
"Don't patronize me, and ugh! Don't say that word."
He laughs as I cover my head up with a pillow, and I feel his hand slipping under the sheet to curl around my bare body, pulling me to him.
"Stop, Kane. You're right. I was stupid and I should have told you," I mumble into the pillow.
"Hey, no. That's not... Alyssa, I'm sorry. I would have liked to have known so I could have made it a little more special for you - not to mention gentle."
I shake my head, and then he removes the pillow from my face before his lips find mine. I try to pull back, but he pulls me tighter to him, refusing to let me recoil again.
"Kane, you don't have to-"
He cuts me off as he moves to be between my legs again, and his hot, demanding tongue slips inside my mouth to silence me more, rebuilding the fire. I never thought it possible to recover from that, but now I'm realizing there's nothing about him that can keep me away... even a botched first time.
“Alyssa, I want you like I've never wanted anything before," he murmurs against my lips, making me feel hot in all the right places as my hands begin to tangle in his hair. "I'm assuming you're not on birth control though."
My mind flashes back to my mother's spell she cast on me when I just hit puberty. It's better than any mortal birth control there is.
"I am."
His lips become
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