and desperate, I tore open my trousers. Hell, I was close to losing control. I never lost control. In the back of my mind was the haunting realization that this was too much, too soon, but I couldn’t stop myself.
Her face was flushed, her eyes hazy. “Gabe, I want you.”
Freed, my cock sprung forward, aching for release. I shoved my knee between her silky thighs. For weeks I’d been dreaming of having her, of plunging into her softness. I could wait no longer. I nudged the thick head of my erection into her entrance.
She wrapped her arms around me, clinging to my shoulders and arching her back. “I ache, Gabe.”
“Trust me, Ginny. Trust me to take care of you.”
Her brilliant gaze held mine. The innocence there surprised and startled me. “I do.”
The monster in me craved that innocence, wanted to hoard it, use and abuse it. I’d told myself that saving her, giving her a life of ease, would erase my sins. Giving her pleasure would prove that I wasn’t the selfish bastard I’d been labeled throughout my life. However, in that moment, I knew, deep down, taking her, having her completely, was the most selfish thing I’d ever done.
With a growl, I surged forward delving into her velvety passage. I couldn’t stop. Her tight warmth gripped me until I thought I’d come then and there. I pulled back and surged forward again, hitting a resistance I hadn’t expected. I heard her muffled cry and froze.
Christ. She was a fucking virgin.
My heart hammered madly, urging me to continue. Buried to the hilt, I somehow managed to pause, attempting to keep from spilling my seed. Sweet, sweet relief. Being inside her was everything I’d expected and so much more.
She whimpered, squirming. “Are you…done?”
I took in a shaky breath. “Hell and damnation, don’t move.”
She stilled beneath me. “Why not?”
“Because,” I said through gritted teeth. “If you keep moving, this will be over before either of us has had a chance to enjoy it.”
I knew I’d probably hurt her, and I was a monster for continuing, but I swore I would give her pleasure. I found her mouth, kissing her slowly, thoroughly. With a moan, she parted her lips, and I swept my tongue across hers, taunting and tangling.
When she finally relaxed enough that her body softened, allowing me to sink deeper, I withdrew, only to surge into her again. Again. Something wild took over. Something I recognized, something that lurked deep within me. Something I could not control. I could smell her scent on me, feel her heart beat against mine, and it made me feral.
“Come with me, Ginny.” My cock throbbed inside of her tight sheath. “Wrap your legs around me. Take me deeper.”
She slid her legs around my calves, her thighs parting. As she clung to me, I cupped her arse. With a growl low in my throat, I surged deep inside her, over and over. The entire world faded, only she remained, keeping me grounded. As I drove deep, she cried out, lifting her hips and meeting me thrust for thrust. She might have been a virgin, but she knew exactly how to torment and torture. Her kisses were practically carnal. Her touch wanton. Her very presence brought out the beast within me that society had beaten down with conformity.
“It’s too much,” she moaned against my neck. “Too much, too soon.”
Our slick bodies slid together, rocking back and forth with a natural, timeless ease. With each stroke, I delved deeper, came closer to that moment I craved. The devastating pleasure, the desire for more, was like nothing I’d experienced before. Her sweet body wrapped around mine, branding me with her heat, so that I feared I’d never forget her.
Mine, the thought whispered through my head before I could stop it. Mine.
I wanted to own her. I wanted her to own me.
“Gabe!” she cried out.
My name had never sounded so wonderful. Her body quivered around me. It was all I needed. On a final thrust I found my release with a roar that would no doubt wake the house.
Life drained from me. Exquisite pleasure. I swore whatever soul I’d retained, left my body. Spent, I collapsed atop her. Empty. Void. The world felt off balance. Nothing seemed normal anymore. It was as if someone had kicked a stool out from underneath me.
As she shuddered and sighed, three things hit me all at once.
One: I hadn’t pulled out in time.
Two: Somehow, in some way, I’d grown to care about her.