I'm wishing he really is up to no good.
And he isn't.
Chapter Twelve
Aidan only meant to tease Serafina into thinking he was going to fuck her hard and rough for her first time. Even though they had never talked about it, he had known from the start she was a virgin, and he had always intended to be gentle and tender for her first time.
That had always been the plan, but all thoughts of playing the caring lover went out the fucking window the moment he saw Serafina bite her lip like she was trying to keep herself silent and still. She was still visibly worried about his size. Maybe even a little frightened. But despite all those things—-
He could see now that she was also excited and eager, her wonderful gray eyes unconsciously begging him to be what he thought an innocent like her wouldn't be able to handle.
Fuck me like you promised. Fuck me like you're up to no good. Fuck me hard and rough.
White-hot lust surged through his veins, and Aidan groaned.
Gentle? Caring? Tender?
Fuck that.
His gaze captured hers, and it was as if she had been born with the knowledge to tempt and torment him, with her pink tongue slowly darting out to wet her lips—-
Fuuuuuck.
Aidan braced his hands on the bed and kept his gaze pinned fiercely on her face as he buried his cock balls-deep inside of her in one swift hard thrust. And God, the way she had reacted: the way her breath caught and her lips parted as she cried out, the way her soft, slender body had shuddered against him and her nails dug deep into the panes of his back...he would treasure every fucking thing about it, but what Aidan knew he would never ever forget was how her gray eyes never wavered from him as he claimed her virginity—-
She had kept on looking at him even as his cock tore through her hymen with an intense flash of pain, and in her eyes...
He had finally seen his own feelings reflected back in her gaze.
She was now his, in the way he had known he was hers from the very start.
And this time, she wasn't just taking a chance on them.
This time, her eyes told him she would be with him for better or worse—-
And it was the hottest thing he had ever seen.
The fucking hottest, dammit.
To the point that Aidan completely lost his mind, his every sense of rationality abandoning him until all that was left was the basest part of him.
And this part of him...
It only knew one thing, and that was to fuck Serafina.
It knew nothing else but that, nothing else mattered but that, and nothing he wanted to do but that.
I just want to fuck her.
And now it really was happening—-
I want to keep fucking her.
Because he could not remember feeling this fucking good.
I don't want to stop fucking her.
He wanted to keep ravaging her mouth with his. Wanted to keep squeezing the cheeks of her ass while his hips pumped furiously against her, his cock pounding her sex over and over—-
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
He was fucking her like he promised. Fucking her like she begged him to. He was fucking her hard and rough—-
And I can't fucking stop.
Her breasts swelled against his chest, and he couldn't resist the temptation, his head bending down to latch on to a nipple, and he heard her cry out as he started suckling on her nipple.
Fuuuuck.
Her body arched up, her nails raking his back, and he bit her nipple hard.
So fucking hot!
Her fingers moved up to clutch his head to her breast, and it was then he heard her moan.
"Aidaaaaan."
How fucking crazy was it that with her nipple in his mouth, and his cock hammering her pussy, it was only now...just fucking now that he was hearing her say his name for the first fucking time?
"Oh God, Aidan."
Everything about them was fucking crazy, and it was probably why—-
"Please."
They were so crazy good with each other—-
And I'll never let her go.
He reached down for her quivering sex just as his balls started to tighten and ache.
You're mine, Serafina.
He stroked her clit in rhythm with the deep, hard jabs of his cock.
Mine.
And in moments, both of them were cumming, her cries filling the room as her legs wrapped around his waist and his cock spasmed inside of her.
Just as I'm yours.
Chapter Thirteen
I wake up with my heart in my throat. The room is bright and warm, and sunlight streaming from the windows makes me wince. But instead of closing my eyes, I find myself unable to look away.
It's almost as if I'm welcoming the pain.
Because pain means last night wasn't a dream.
Pain means last night was real.
And when pain continues to linger, and my eyes start to water—-
The terror fades just a little, and when I finally start crying, a smile also wobbles up to my lips because I know I'm crying for the very best of reasons.