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It was all physical sensation. All coherent thought had disappeared. All blood had flown from his head and to a certain throbbing piece of his anatomy. His breathing quickened as the tension rose. A flick of his wrist, a slip of his hand. Her breast in his palm. Everything was going great. Until it wasn’t.
Ky was so completely caught off guard when this tiny wisp of a woman shoved his hands away that he was forced to take a step back. “What? Wait why?” His chest heaved as he took a few deep breaths, the first full breaths he’d taken since he’d first started kissing her. He’d been too busy drowning in the taste of her. Why had she pushed him away? He was certain she’d been enjoying it just as much as he. “Never what, princess? Fucked in a bathroom? Not that much different than fucking in a bed. No wait.. I get it. You’ve never made out with someone holding you hostage. Is that it?” He shook his head growling as he roughly ran his hands through his hair, making many of the short strands stand on end. “Didn’t I say that it wasn’t a good idea to tease the bad guy? You can’t run around in your underwear for two days and not expect me to want you!”
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It was all physical sensation. All coherent thought had disappeared. All blood had flown from his head and to a certain throbbing piece of his anatomy. His breathing quickened as the tension rose. A flick of his wrist, a slip of his hand. Her breast in his palm. Everything was going great. Until it wasn’t.
Ky was so completely caught off guard when this tiny wisp of a woman shoved his hands away that he was forced to take a step back. “What? Wait why?” His chest heaved as he took a few deep breaths, the first full breaths he’d taken since he’d first started kissing her. He’d been too busy drowning in the taste of her. Why had she pushed him away? He was certain she’d been enjoying it just as much as he. “Never what, princess? Fucked in a bathroom? Not that much different than fucking in a bed. No wait.. I get it. You’ve never made out with someone holding you hostage. Is that it?” He shook his head growling as he roughly ran his hands through his hair, making many of the short strands stand on end. “Didn’t I say that it wasn’t a good idea to tease the bad guy? You can’t run around in your underwear for two days and not expect me to want you!”
It was all physical sensation. All coherent thought had disappeared. All blood had flown from his head and to a certain throbbing piece of his anatomy. His breathing quickened as the tension rose. A flick of his wrist, a slip of his hand. Her breast in his palm. Everything was going great. Until it wasn’t.
Ky was so completely caught off guard when this tiny wisp of a woman shoved his hands away that he was forced to take a step back. “What? Wait why?” His chest heaved as he took a few deep breaths, the first full breaths he’d taken since he’d first started kissing her. He’d been too busy drowning in the taste of her. Why had she pushed him away? He was certain she’d been enjoying it just as much as he. “Never what, princess? Fucked in a bathroom? Not that much different than fucking in a bed. No wait.. I get it. You’ve never made out with someone holding you hostage. Is that it?” He shook his head growling as he roughly ran his hands through his hair, making many of the short strands stand on end. “Didn’t I say that it wasn’t a good idea to tease the bad guy? You can’t run around in your underwear for two days and not expect me to want you!”
Essa took the first deep breaths she’d managed since he had stepped foot in the bathroom. She hesitated as he asked why she was asking him to wait, afraid he’d change his mind if he knew the truth. Afraid he’d reject her. Apparently that was the wrong choice though, as his anger grew. Her eyes grew wide with dismay as she realized what he was thinking.
“No! It’s not like that, not at all, I swear!” she protested, leaning forward, wishing she hadn’t pushed him away at all. Her voice was thick with emotion, obviously distressed by his words “I’m not teasing you, or at least I’m not trying to. Honest.” After all, she didn’t know what she was doing enough to tease him actually. Not that he knew that. She bit her lip, anxiety written clearly on her face - truth be told, she looked close to tears, though whether they were from guilt or shame she wasn’t sure. She had to tell him now. There was no other choice, but fear was gnawing at her stomach, making the words freeze in her throat.
“I’ve never done any of that, okay?” she finally said, her voice little more than a whisper. She had to look away from him, too afraid he’d laugh at her once he knew. “No one has ever... has ever touched me like that before. I’ve never done... anything before.” She couldn’t bring herself to say the word aloud. Somehow that would make it all feel so much worse. He was going to laugh at her. How could he not? It was ridiculous really. Her head hung low, still not looking at him, instead shifting her gaze to the floor.
“That’s why I reacted like that, okay? It had nothing to do with you.”
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Essa took the first deep breaths she’d managed since he had stepped foot in the bathroom. She hesitated as he asked why she was asking him to wait, afraid he’d change his mind if he knew the truth. Afraid he’d reject her. Apparently that was the wrong choice though, as his anger grew. Her eyes grew wide with dismay as she realized what he was thinking.
“No! It’s not like that, not at all, I swear!” she protested, leaning forward, wishing she hadn’t pushed him away at all. Her voice was thick with emotion, obviously distressed by his words “I’m not teasing you, or at least I’m not trying to. Honest.” After all, she didn’t know what she was doing enough to tease him actually. Not that he knew that. She bit her lip, anxiety written clearly on her face - truth be told, she looked close to tears, though whether they were from guilt or shame she wasn’t sure. She had to tell him now. There was no other choice, but fear was gnawing at her stomach, making the words freeze in her throat.
“I’ve never done any of that, okay?” she finally said, her voice little more than a whisper. She had to look away from him, too afraid he’d laugh at her once he knew. “No one has ever... has ever touched me like that before. I’ve never done... anything before.” She couldn’t bring herself to say the word aloud. Somehow that would make it all feel so much worse. He was going to laugh at her. How could he not? It was ridiculous really. Her head hung low, still not looking at him, instead shifting her gaze to the floor.
“That’s why I reacted like that, okay? It had nothing to do with you.”
Essa took the first deep breaths she’d managed since he had stepped foot in the bathroom. She hesitated as he asked why she was asking him to wait, afraid he’d change his mind if he knew the truth. Afraid he’d reject her. Apparently that was the wrong choice though, as his anger grew. Her eyes grew wide with dismay as she realized what he was thinking.
“No! It’s not like that, not at all, I swear!” she protested, leaning forward, wishing she hadn’t pushed him away at all. Her voice was thick with emotion, obviously distressed by his words “I’m not teasing you, or at least I’m not trying to. Honest.” After all, she didn’t know what she was doing enough to tease him actually. Not that he knew that. She bit her lip, anxiety written clearly on her face - truth be told, she looked close to tears, though whether they were from guilt or shame she wasn’t sure. She had to tell him now. There was no other choice, but fear was gnawing at her stomach, making the words freeze in her throat.
“I’ve never done any of that, okay?” she finally said, her voice little more than a whisper. She had to look away from him, too afraid he’d laugh at her once he knew. “No one has ever... has ever touched me like that before. I’ve never done... anything before.” She couldn’t bring herself to say the word aloud. Somehow that would make it all feel so much worse. He was going to laugh at her. How could he not? It was ridiculous really. Her head hung low, still not looking at him, instead shifting her gaze to the floor.
“That’s why I reacted like that, okay? It had nothing to do with you.”
Kyros scoffed at her words at first with a muttered “Yeah… right.” That’s exactly what it was. He was guarding her. Keeping her here. There was no way she actually thought anything of him except that he was the reason she couldn’t run. He was the first line of defense to any escape plan she might come up with. He was the one that told her why she had been taken in the first place. Fuck this. He bent down to pick his shirt up off the floor. He started shaking it out, preparing to put it back on when her next words made him freeze.
His back had been to her, but now he slowly turned around to face her. His arms hung limply at his sides, his shirt hanging at the tips of his fingers of his right hand, as he stared blankly at her for a moment. “Nev - wha…” Kyros narrowed his eyes on her, his natural suspicions growing. “Are you telling me that you’re a virgin?” Incredulity filled his voice, but there was no accusation there. Just pure and simple surprise. Someone making it to eighteen and still being a virgin? Especially as hot as she was. It was… beyond his comprehension. He lifted his free hand and wiped it slowly down his face, scratching at a small splattering of whiskers on his chin that he’d apparently missed when he’d shaved that morning. She was a virgin. But she’d reacted so completely to his touch. This had to be a trick right?
Kyros slowly dropped his hand from his face. He slowly walked forward to stand before her again. He looked at her face, her expression, her eyes. Looking for any hint that she was pranking him. Lying to him. But he could see the shyness edged in terror on her face. Embarrassment. He could see the tears threatening to spill from her eyes. “You’re not joking are you.” He phrased it like a question, but he said it like a statement. He nodded, more in answer to himself, internally deciding something than to anything she could have said. “I’m sorry. I will…. I will leave you alone then. If that’s what you want.” He started to back away, to leave her to finish what she’d been doing before he came into the bathroom.
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Kyros scoffed at her words at first with a muttered “Yeah… right.” That’s exactly what it was. He was guarding her. Keeping her here. There was no way she actually thought anything of him except that he was the reason she couldn’t run. He was the first line of defense to any escape plan she might come up with. He was the one that told her why she had been taken in the first place. Fuck this. He bent down to pick his shirt up off the floor. He started shaking it out, preparing to put it back on when her next words made him freeze.
His back had been to her, but now he slowly turned around to face her. His arms hung limply at his sides, his shirt hanging at the tips of his fingers of his right hand, as he stared blankly at her for a moment. “Nev - wha…” Kyros narrowed his eyes on her, his natural suspicions growing. “Are you telling me that you’re a virgin?” Incredulity filled his voice, but there was no accusation there. Just pure and simple surprise. Someone making it to eighteen and still being a virgin? Especially as hot as she was. It was… beyond his comprehension. He lifted his free hand and wiped it slowly down his face, scratching at a small splattering of whiskers on his chin that he’d apparently missed when he’d shaved that morning. She was a virgin. But she’d reacted so completely to his touch. This had to be a trick right?
Kyros slowly dropped his hand from his face. He slowly walked forward to stand before her again. He looked at her face, her expression, her eyes. Looking for any hint that she was pranking him. Lying to him. But he could see the shyness edged in terror on her face. Embarrassment. He could see the tears threatening to spill from her eyes. “You’re not joking are you.” He phrased it like a question, but he said it like a statement. He nodded, more in answer to himself, internally deciding something than to anything she could have said. “I’m sorry. I will…. I will leave you alone then. If that’s what you want.” He started to back away, to leave her to finish what she’d been doing before he came into the bathroom.
Kyros scoffed at her words at first with a muttered “Yeah… right.” That’s exactly what it was. He was guarding her. Keeping her here. There was no way she actually thought anything of him except that he was the reason she couldn’t run. He was the first line of defense to any escape plan she might come up with. He was the one that told her why she had been taken in the first place. Fuck this. He bent down to pick his shirt up off the floor. He started shaking it out, preparing to put it back on when her next words made him freeze.
His back had been to her, but now he slowly turned around to face her. His arms hung limply at his sides, his shirt hanging at the tips of his fingers of his right hand, as he stared blankly at her for a moment. “Nev - wha…” Kyros narrowed his eyes on her, his natural suspicions growing. “Are you telling me that you’re a virgin?” Incredulity filled his voice, but there was no accusation there. Just pure and simple surprise. Someone making it to eighteen and still being a virgin? Especially as hot as she was. It was… beyond his comprehension. He lifted his free hand and wiped it slowly down his face, scratching at a small splattering of whiskers on his chin that he’d apparently missed when he’d shaved that morning. She was a virgin. But she’d reacted so completely to his touch. This had to be a trick right?
Kyros slowly dropped his hand from his face. He slowly walked forward to stand before her again. He looked at her face, her expression, her eyes. Looking for any hint that she was pranking him. Lying to him. But he could see the shyness edged in terror on her face. Embarrassment. He could see the tears threatening to spill from her eyes. “You’re not joking are you.” He phrased it like a question, but he said it like a statement. He nodded, more in answer to himself, internally deciding something than to anything she could have said. “I’m sorry. I will…. I will leave you alone then. If that’s what you want.” He started to back away, to leave her to finish what she’d been doing before he came into the bathroom.
She could tell he didn’t believe her. He thought she was just lying to cover her ass. He was already halfway out the door, picking up his discarded shirt. She had no choice. It had to be said or else he was going to believe she’d just been trying to trick him or whatever other alternative explanation he came up with.
He froze at her confession, visible just barely out of the corner of her eye, heard the shock in his voice even as she nodded. “Yes, okay!? I’m a virgin who’d never even been to second base before this...” she said, her voice a hint too sharp and defensive for such a small room even as she hid her face behind her hands. It was humiliating was what it was. She just kept waiting for his laughter to fill the silence, or some insult perhaps. A joke about the princess in the tower never being deflowered. Who knew. But it was coming. She knew it - she could feel it hanging in the air.
Essa never expected what came next.
He moved to stand before her and she silently glanced up at him, her hair having fallen forward into her face. Her deep hazel eyes were still bright with unshed tears and a vulnerability lurked in their depths - like a puppy waiting to be kicked. She shook her head slowly, even though there was no question to his tone.
And then he apologized.
Before she could even process what had just happened, he started to back away, and so she acted on impulse. “Don’t.” She reached out to grab his wrist, tugging him back. Her chin tilted up, her eyes studying him carefully, almost as though looking for a trap.
“You’re really not going to laugh at me?” she whispered, pure shock in her soft voice.
A small pause as she bit at her lower lip, her hand still holding his wrist, as she considered. “You don’t have to go... Unless you want to. I mean, I wouldn’t blame you if you did.”
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She could tell he didn’t believe her. He thought she was just lying to cover her ass. He was already halfway out the door, picking up his discarded shirt. She had no choice. It had to be said or else he was going to believe she’d just been trying to trick him or whatever other alternative explanation he came up with.
He froze at her confession, visible just barely out of the corner of her eye, heard the shock in his voice even as she nodded. “Yes, okay!? I’m a virgin who’d never even been to second base before this...” she said, her voice a hint too sharp and defensive for such a small room even as she hid her face behind her hands. It was humiliating was what it was. She just kept waiting for his laughter to fill the silence, or some insult perhaps. A joke about the princess in the tower never being deflowered. Who knew. But it was coming. She knew it - she could feel it hanging in the air.
Essa never expected what came next.
He moved to stand before her and she silently glanced up at him, her hair having fallen forward into her face. Her deep hazel eyes were still bright with unshed tears and a vulnerability lurked in their depths - like a puppy waiting to be kicked. She shook her head slowly, even though there was no question to his tone.
And then he apologized.
Before she could even process what had just happened, he started to back away, and so she acted on impulse. “Don’t.” She reached out to grab his wrist, tugging him back. Her chin tilted up, her eyes studying him carefully, almost as though looking for a trap.
“You’re really not going to laugh at me?” she whispered, pure shock in her soft voice.
A small pause as she bit at her lower lip, her hand still holding his wrist, as she considered. “You don’t have to go... Unless you want to. I mean, I wouldn’t blame you if you did.”
She could tell he didn’t believe her. He thought she was just lying to cover her ass. He was already halfway out the door, picking up his discarded shirt. She had no choice. It had to be said or else he was going to believe she’d just been trying to trick him or whatever other alternative explanation he came up with.
He froze at her confession, visible just barely out of the corner of her eye, heard the shock in his voice even as she nodded. “Yes, okay!? I’m a virgin who’d never even been to second base before this...” she said, her voice a hint too sharp and defensive for such a small room even as she hid her face behind her hands. It was humiliating was what it was. She just kept waiting for his laughter to fill the silence, or some insult perhaps. A joke about the princess in the tower never being deflowered. Who knew. But it was coming. She knew it - she could feel it hanging in the air.
Essa never expected what came next.
He moved to stand before her and she silently glanced up at him, her hair having fallen forward into her face. Her deep hazel eyes were still bright with unshed tears and a vulnerability lurked in their depths - like a puppy waiting to be kicked. She shook her head slowly, even though there was no question to his tone.
And then he apologized.
Before she could even process what had just happened, he started to back away, and so she acted on impulse. “Don’t.” She reached out to grab his wrist, tugging him back. Her chin tilted up, her eyes studying him carefully, almost as though looking for a trap.
“You’re really not going to laugh at me?” she whispered, pure shock in her soft voice.
A small pause as she bit at her lower lip, her hand still holding his wrist, as she considered. “You don’t have to go... Unless you want to. I mean, I wouldn’t blame you if you did.”
One word. A hand around his wrist. He looked to where she gripped him. He lifted his face to look at her. The shock in her voice when she asked if he was going to laugh at her. He swallowed, biting back a retort that was on the tip of his tongue. Harsh verbal jabs were a defense for him, not that he’d actually admit to that. Even to himself. It was only half formed anyways - something about a princess and a tower? He was still a bit too shocked by her news for the barb to even make sense in his head. So he simply shook his head.
’You don’t have to go…”
His grey eyes narrowed on her. Not in an angry way, but in a ‘are you being serious’ way. “You don’t really want that, princess.” But even as he said it he stepped closer to her. She was holding the hand that held his shirt. So he lifted his free hand to her face, pushing her hair back behind her ear. “I’ve tasted you. And all I want right now is to taste you again. But I may not be able to stop next time. You don’t want my darkness to taint you.” He shouldn’t have touched her in the first place. She was a job. That was it. She could be nothing more. He swallowed, his mouth dry. He shouldn’t have stepped closer to her just now. He shouldn’t have touched her hair just now.
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One word. A hand around his wrist. He looked to where she gripped him. He lifted his face to look at her. The shock in her voice when she asked if he was going to laugh at her. He swallowed, biting back a retort that was on the tip of his tongue. Harsh verbal jabs were a defense for him, not that he’d actually admit to that. Even to himself. It was only half formed anyways - something about a princess and a tower? He was still a bit too shocked by her news for the barb to even make sense in his head. So he simply shook his head.
’You don’t have to go…”
His grey eyes narrowed on her. Not in an angry way, but in a ‘are you being serious’ way. “You don’t really want that, princess.” But even as he said it he stepped closer to her. She was holding the hand that held his shirt. So he lifted his free hand to her face, pushing her hair back behind her ear. “I’ve tasted you. And all I want right now is to taste you again. But I may not be able to stop next time. You don’t want my darkness to taint you.” He shouldn’t have touched her in the first place. She was a job. That was it. She could be nothing more. He swallowed, his mouth dry. He shouldn’t have stepped closer to her just now. He shouldn’t have touched her hair just now.
One word. A hand around his wrist. He looked to where she gripped him. He lifted his face to look at her. The shock in her voice when she asked if he was going to laugh at her. He swallowed, biting back a retort that was on the tip of his tongue. Harsh verbal jabs were a defense for him, not that he’d actually admit to that. Even to himself. It was only half formed anyways - something about a princess and a tower? He was still a bit too shocked by her news for the barb to even make sense in his head. So he simply shook his head.
’You don’t have to go…”
His grey eyes narrowed on her. Not in an angry way, but in a ‘are you being serious’ way. “You don’t really want that, princess.” But even as he said it he stepped closer to her. She was holding the hand that held his shirt. So he lifted his free hand to her face, pushing her hair back behind her ear. “I’ve tasted you. And all I want right now is to taste you again. But I may not be able to stop next time. You don’t want my darkness to taint you.” He shouldn’t have touched her in the first place. She was a job. That was it. She could be nothing more. He swallowed, his mouth dry. He shouldn’t have stepped closer to her just now. He shouldn’t have touched her hair just now.
His words had her lips parting, her body squirming for him already. “Don’t be so sure of that,” she murmured. She couldn’t even recognize her own voice, husky with want and need. She leaned into his touch as he tucked her hair out of her face, her eyes fixed on his the whole time.
“I might be inexperienced, but that doesn’t make me pure.”
She wasn’t worried about him ‘tainting’ her or whatever nonsense he wanted to throw at her. This thing between them was twisted; it was true. He was holding her captive, designated to be her eventual killer. She should fear him, hate him. And all she could think about was wanting to feel him against her again. Wanted to feel his touch without pushing him away. So why bother trying to make it make sense anymore. This is where they were and she was done fighting it.
“Maybe I won’t want you to stop.”
She wasn’t sure who she was convincing at this point, him or herself, but she was growing more sure of herself all the same. She licked her lips as her other hand reached out to grip his waistband at his hip, tugging him closer still so she could lean lightly against him.
“I don’t understand the first thing about what this is, how you make me feel, what we’re doing,” she began, her voice filled with a quiet strength. “But I’m not ready for it to end. I’m not ready to forget it. I know I’m completely out of my depth here... Maybe it is a terrible idea, but if I might die, I might as well live first, don’t you think?”
She punctuated her words by pulling her hands away from him entirely, holding his hips with her legs once more instead, before carefully peeling away the bra that still hung limply on her shoulders, tossing it aside so she sat before him in nothing more than her damp panties. She leaned up, pressing her chest to his as her lips planted slow kisses at the base of his neck.
“So make me feel alive, Ky.”
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His words had her lips parting, her body squirming for him already. “Don’t be so sure of that,” she murmured. She couldn’t even recognize her own voice, husky with want and need. She leaned into his touch as he tucked her hair out of her face, her eyes fixed on his the whole time.
“I might be inexperienced, but that doesn’t make me pure.”
She wasn’t worried about him ‘tainting’ her or whatever nonsense he wanted to throw at her. This thing between them was twisted; it was true. He was holding her captive, designated to be her eventual killer. She should fear him, hate him. And all she could think about was wanting to feel him against her again. Wanted to feel his touch without pushing him away. So why bother trying to make it make sense anymore. This is where they were and she was done fighting it.
“Maybe I won’t want you to stop.”
She wasn’t sure who she was convincing at this point, him or herself, but she was growing more sure of herself all the same. She licked her lips as her other hand reached out to grip his waistband at his hip, tugging him closer still so she could lean lightly against him.
“I don’t understand the first thing about what this is, how you make me feel, what we’re doing,” she began, her voice filled with a quiet strength. “But I’m not ready for it to end. I’m not ready to forget it. I know I’m completely out of my depth here... Maybe it is a terrible idea, but if I might die, I might as well live first, don’t you think?”
She punctuated her words by pulling her hands away from him entirely, holding his hips with her legs once more instead, before carefully peeling away the bra that still hung limply on her shoulders, tossing it aside so she sat before him in nothing more than her damp panties. She leaned up, pressing her chest to his as her lips planted slow kisses at the base of his neck.
“So make me feel alive, Ky.”
His words had her lips parting, her body squirming for him already. “Don’t be so sure of that,” she murmured. She couldn’t even recognize her own voice, husky with want and need. She leaned into his touch as he tucked her hair out of her face, her eyes fixed on his the whole time.
“I might be inexperienced, but that doesn’t make me pure.”
She wasn’t worried about him ‘tainting’ her or whatever nonsense he wanted to throw at her. This thing between them was twisted; it was true. He was holding her captive, designated to be her eventual killer. She should fear him, hate him. And all she could think about was wanting to feel him against her again. Wanted to feel his touch without pushing him away. So why bother trying to make it make sense anymore. This is where they were and she was done fighting it.
“Maybe I won’t want you to stop.”
She wasn’t sure who she was convincing at this point, him or herself, but she was growing more sure of herself all the same. She licked her lips as her other hand reached out to grip his waistband at his hip, tugging him closer still so she could lean lightly against him.
“I don’t understand the first thing about what this is, how you make me feel, what we’re doing,” she began, her voice filled with a quiet strength. “But I’m not ready for it to end. I’m not ready to forget it. I know I’m completely out of my depth here... Maybe it is a terrible idea, but if I might die, I might as well live first, don’t you think?”
She punctuated her words by pulling her hands away from him entirely, holding his hips with her legs once more instead, before carefully peeling away the bra that still hung limply on her shoulders, tossing it aside so she sat before him in nothing more than her damp panties. She leaned up, pressing her chest to his as her lips planted slow kisses at the base of his neck.
“So make me feel alive, Ky.”
Kyros didn’t say anything. Didn’t move, except to allow her to pull him in like a moth to a flame. He was too busy trying to keep his control. His fingers ached to dig into her hair again. He curled them into a fist at his side instead. Don’t make promises you can’t keep. You can’t keep teasing the beast and not expect to get bit. He didn’t say it aloud though. Too afraid of losing what little grip he had on himself right then. But his eyes followed her every move. There was something different in the way she moved now, the way she spoke. Was she trying to drive him crazy?
She let go of him, and he prepared to back away again. But before he could, her legs were wrapped around his waist, squeezing his hips. Her bra fell to the floor. A fire blazed in his eyes at the sight. Still he managed to keep himself still, practically frozen in place. But then she leaned into his bare chest. Her lips pressed to the hollow of his throat. HIs eyes rolled into the back of his head and a groan escaped him.
‘So make me feel alive, Ky.’
Ky. She called him Ky. Not Kyros. That, coupled with her boobs against his chest, and her lips on his skin. Her legs around him. His meager control was shattered. He growled. Low. Primal. He let his shirt finally fall from his fingers and back to the floor. He wrapped his arms around her, slipped his hands under her ass, picking her up off the counter with ease. He carried her out of the bathroom, into his bedroom, and to his bed. He eased them both onto the mattress. His face buried against the side of her neck, his lips and teeth teasing the delicate skin there. One arm supported the majority of his weight, his other hand teased her breasts. His hips pressed between her thighs. His body was already hard and throbbing for her. He was practically shaking with need. But she was a virgin. He needed to remember that. He needed to go slower. But it was so damn difficult…
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Kyros didn’t say anything. Didn’t move, except to allow her to pull him in like a moth to a flame. He was too busy trying to keep his control. His fingers ached to dig into her hair again. He curled them into a fist at his side instead. Don’t make promises you can’t keep. You can’t keep teasing the beast and not expect to get bit. He didn’t say it aloud though. Too afraid of losing what little grip he had on himself right then. But his eyes followed her every move. There was something different in the way she moved now, the way she spoke. Was she trying to drive him crazy?
She let go of him, and he prepared to back away again. But before he could, her legs were wrapped around his waist, squeezing his hips. Her bra fell to the floor. A fire blazed in his eyes at the sight. Still he managed to keep himself still, practically frozen in place. But then she leaned into his bare chest. Her lips pressed to the hollow of his throat. HIs eyes rolled into the back of his head and a groan escaped him.
‘So make me feel alive, Ky.’
Ky. She called him Ky. Not Kyros. That, coupled with her boobs against his chest, and her lips on his skin. Her legs around him. His meager control was shattered. He growled. Low. Primal. He let his shirt finally fall from his fingers and back to the floor. He wrapped his arms around her, slipped his hands under her ass, picking her up off the counter with ease. He carried her out of the bathroom, into his bedroom, and to his bed. He eased them both onto the mattress. His face buried against the side of her neck, his lips and teeth teasing the delicate skin there. One arm supported the majority of his weight, his other hand teased her breasts. His hips pressed between her thighs. His body was already hard and throbbing for her. He was practically shaking with need. But she was a virgin. He needed to remember that. He needed to go slower. But it was so damn difficult…
Kyros didn’t say anything. Didn’t move, except to allow her to pull him in like a moth to a flame. He was too busy trying to keep his control. His fingers ached to dig into her hair again. He curled them into a fist at his side instead. Don’t make promises you can’t keep. You can’t keep teasing the beast and not expect to get bit. He didn’t say it aloud though. Too afraid of losing what little grip he had on himself right then. But his eyes followed her every move. There was something different in the way she moved now, the way she spoke. Was she trying to drive him crazy?
She let go of him, and he prepared to back away again. But before he could, her legs were wrapped around his waist, squeezing his hips. Her bra fell to the floor. A fire blazed in his eyes at the sight. Still he managed to keep himself still, practically frozen in place. But then she leaned into his bare chest. Her lips pressed to the hollow of his throat. HIs eyes rolled into the back of his head and a groan escaped him.
‘So make me feel alive, Ky.’
Ky. She called him Ky. Not Kyros. That, coupled with her boobs against his chest, and her lips on his skin. Her legs around him. His meager control was shattered. He growled. Low. Primal. He let his shirt finally fall from his fingers and back to the floor. He wrapped his arms around her, slipped his hands under her ass, picking her up off the counter with ease. He carried her out of the bathroom, into his bedroom, and to his bed. He eased them both onto the mattress. His face buried against the side of her neck, his lips and teeth teasing the delicate skin there. One arm supported the majority of his weight, his other hand teased her breasts. His hips pressed between her thighs. His body was already hard and throbbing for her. He was practically shaking with need. But she was a virgin. He needed to remember that. He needed to go slower. But it was so damn difficult…
For a moment, she thought he was going to walk away. He stayed so still, so unresponsive to everything she said, every assurance she offered him. His hands were clenched in fists at his side and when her hands released him, she felt him start to drift away. But as his eyes rolled back and she earned a rumbling groan, hope began to take root.
And then whatever part of him that had been resisting broke entirely.
The sound of the growl that tore from his throat sent a shiver through her. She squeaked in surprise as his hands cupped her bottom, lifting her with complete ease. Her arms slipped around his neck, even as she felt the strength of his arms surround her. There was no fear, only a need for even more contact between them. She showered him with kisses along the line of his neck and jaw, a heat building within her even as her heart fluttered with the surreal realization that this was truly happening.
Any thoughts that had begun to form were scattered to the winds as he pressed her to the mattress. Once again she was reminded how much he dwarfed her. His lips worked at the tender skin of her neck now, her head tipping back to offer him access as he drew soft mewling sounds from her lips. Her back arched up under him. She could feel him pressed against her, his bulge hitting against the part of her that was already slick and aching for his touch.
She didn’t know what to expect from him as things progressed. Of course, she had read about such things, but she wasn’t so naive as to think that books reflected reality. It was all she could do to simply respond to his every touch, to let herself stay lost in the sensations and keep the nerves at bay. Already the shock of his hand at her breast had faded. He would find her remarkably sensitive, each touch feeling so much better than she could ever have imagined. Her arms shifted to wrap around his back, craving the pressure he offered her, even as a part of her knew she couldn’t rush into this too quickly.
But he had unlocked a side of her that had never seen the light of day before, and she was eager to discover just what she’d been missing all this time.
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For a moment, she thought he was going to walk away. He stayed so still, so unresponsive to everything she said, every assurance she offered him. His hands were clenched in fists at his side and when her hands released him, she felt him start to drift away. But as his eyes rolled back and she earned a rumbling groan, hope began to take root.
And then whatever part of him that had been resisting broke entirely.
The sound of the growl that tore from his throat sent a shiver through her. She squeaked in surprise as his hands cupped her bottom, lifting her with complete ease. Her arms slipped around his neck, even as she felt the strength of his arms surround her. There was no fear, only a need for even more contact between them. She showered him with kisses along the line of his neck and jaw, a heat building within her even as her heart fluttered with the surreal realization that this was truly happening.
Any thoughts that had begun to form were scattered to the winds as he pressed her to the mattress. Once again she was reminded how much he dwarfed her. His lips worked at the tender skin of her neck now, her head tipping back to offer him access as he drew soft mewling sounds from her lips. Her back arched up under him. She could feel him pressed against her, his bulge hitting against the part of her that was already slick and aching for his touch.
She didn’t know what to expect from him as things progressed. Of course, she had read about such things, but she wasn’t so naive as to think that books reflected reality. It was all she could do to simply respond to his every touch, to let herself stay lost in the sensations and keep the nerves at bay. Already the shock of his hand at her breast had faded. He would find her remarkably sensitive, each touch feeling so much better than she could ever have imagined. Her arms shifted to wrap around his back, craving the pressure he offered her, even as a part of her knew she couldn’t rush into this too quickly.
But he had unlocked a side of her that had never seen the light of day before, and she was eager to discover just what she’d been missing all this time.
For a moment, she thought he was going to walk away. He stayed so still, so unresponsive to everything she said, every assurance she offered him. His hands were clenched in fists at his side and when her hands released him, she felt him start to drift away. But as his eyes rolled back and she earned a rumbling groan, hope began to take root.
And then whatever part of him that had been resisting broke entirely.
The sound of the growl that tore from his throat sent a shiver through her. She squeaked in surprise as his hands cupped her bottom, lifting her with complete ease. Her arms slipped around his neck, even as she felt the strength of his arms surround her. There was no fear, only a need for even more contact between them. She showered him with kisses along the line of his neck and jaw, a heat building within her even as her heart fluttered with the surreal realization that this was truly happening.
Any thoughts that had begun to form were scattered to the winds as he pressed her to the mattress. Once again she was reminded how much he dwarfed her. His lips worked at the tender skin of her neck now, her head tipping back to offer him access as he drew soft mewling sounds from her lips. Her back arched up under him. She could feel him pressed against her, his bulge hitting against the part of her that was already slick and aching for his touch.
She didn’t know what to expect from him as things progressed. Of course, she had read about such things, but she wasn’t so naive as to think that books reflected reality. It was all she could do to simply respond to his every touch, to let herself stay lost in the sensations and keep the nerves at bay. Already the shock of his hand at her breast had faded. He would find her remarkably sensitive, each touch feeling so much better than she could ever have imagined. Her arms shifted to wrap around his back, craving the pressure he offered her, even as a part of her knew she couldn’t rush into this too quickly.
But he had unlocked a side of her that had never seen the light of day before, and she was eager to discover just what she’d been missing all this time.
Every touch, ever caress, seemed to elicit a new gasp of surprise from her. It was… exhilarating. To think that he was the first one to make her utter those sounds. It added a new sense of hype to it all. Ky found himself chuckling softly more than once at her surprise, or at the exaggerated way she responded. Oh this was going to be fun. He teased her nipples into hardened peaks with his thumb before kissing his way down and taking a breast into his mouth, suckling, licking, teasing, each of them in turn. He continued on down her abdomen, his hands sliding their way down her sides, his lips trailing hot kisses down her belly. His fingers slid inside the hem of her panties and began to pull them down. But the lace just seemed to get tangled up on itself. He pulled harder. He froze at the sound of tearing fabric. “Oops.” He laughed darkly and finished literally ripping the fabric off of her. Kyros tossed the torn things away and sat up on his knees, looking at her fully for the first time as she lay naked in his bed. His gaze was lustful and hungry.
He moved off the bed, kicking off his boots and doing away with his jeans and briefs. Then he was back. Laying next to her on his side. He laid a hand on her belly and let his glide across her skin, down to the triangle of curls between her legs. Just before his hand slid between her thighs, he claimed her lips. “Don’t tense up,” he whispered against her lips as his fingers dipped lower to find her center.
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Every touch, ever caress, seemed to elicit a new gasp of surprise from her. It was… exhilarating. To think that he was the first one to make her utter those sounds. It added a new sense of hype to it all. Ky found himself chuckling softly more than once at her surprise, or at the exaggerated way she responded. Oh this was going to be fun. He teased her nipples into hardened peaks with his thumb before kissing his way down and taking a breast into his mouth, suckling, licking, teasing, each of them in turn. He continued on down her abdomen, his hands sliding their way down her sides, his lips trailing hot kisses down her belly. His fingers slid inside the hem of her panties and began to pull them down. But the lace just seemed to get tangled up on itself. He pulled harder. He froze at the sound of tearing fabric. “Oops.” He laughed darkly and finished literally ripping the fabric off of her. Kyros tossed the torn things away and sat up on his knees, looking at her fully for the first time as she lay naked in his bed. His gaze was lustful and hungry.
He moved off the bed, kicking off his boots and doing away with his jeans and briefs. Then he was back. Laying next to her on his side. He laid a hand on her belly and let his glide across her skin, down to the triangle of curls between her legs. Just before his hand slid between her thighs, he claimed her lips. “Don’t tense up,” he whispered against her lips as his fingers dipped lower to find her center.
Every touch, ever caress, seemed to elicit a new gasp of surprise from her. It was… exhilarating. To think that he was the first one to make her utter those sounds. It added a new sense of hype to it all. Ky found himself chuckling softly more than once at her surprise, or at the exaggerated way she responded. Oh this was going to be fun. He teased her nipples into hardened peaks with his thumb before kissing his way down and taking a breast into his mouth, suckling, licking, teasing, each of them in turn. He continued on down her abdomen, his hands sliding their way down her sides, his lips trailing hot kisses down her belly. His fingers slid inside the hem of her panties and began to pull them down. But the lace just seemed to get tangled up on itself. He pulled harder. He froze at the sound of tearing fabric. “Oops.” He laughed darkly and finished literally ripping the fabric off of her. Kyros tossed the torn things away and sat up on his knees, looking at her fully for the first time as she lay naked in his bed. His gaze was lustful and hungry.
He moved off the bed, kicking off his boots and doing away with his jeans and briefs. Then he was back. Laying next to her on his side. He laid a hand on her belly and let his glide across her skin, down to the triangle of curls between her legs. Just before his hand slid between her thighs, he claimed her lips. “Don’t tense up,” he whispered against her lips as his fingers dipped lower to find her center.
Essa had always thought breasts were for nothing more than babies and vanity. She was quickly learning just how wrong she had been. He touched them with an expertise that had her squirming beneath him. Each new touch earned soft noises from her - delicate gasps, sweet sighs and breathy moans. If she’d been impressed by his kisses, she had a whole new appreciation for the things his mouth could do as he moved between her breasts, leaving her whimpering, her panties soaked by the time he was through.
Her arms slipped away to fall back to the bed as he moved down the length of her body. Her eyes were closed in bliss as his kisses seemed to set her aflame. She felt near feverish with need for him, the thrill of not knowing what to expect next only heightening every sensation. She felt his finger slip beneath the edge of her underwear, and only then did she dare glance down at him. The sight of him there was enough to take her breath away, though a strange sound broke the moment.
She could only giggle at the situation and his reaction as it became clear what had happened. Her giggling faded into heavy breaths though as he ripped the fabric from her body. She would have thought such a savage display would be irritating, yet it spoke to something primal deep within her. She could only lay there, looking up at him as he sat up to take in the sight of her bared before him. Completely unaware that she was holding her breath all the while, waiting for some judgment, or regret or disappointment perhaps. Instead, what she saw in his eyes seemed to be exactly the opposite. He looked as though he wanted to eat her alive.
Yet even seeing his reaction with her own eyes, as he left the bed, she found herself sitting up slightly, propped up on her elbows, a sudden jolt of fear rising in her. Had he changed his mind? Relief flooded her though as she saw he was merely stripping himself. She couldn’t help but watch with curious eyes. She had never seen a man fully naked. She knew what to expect of course, but it wasn’t the same as seeing it for herself. Especially as she could see the evidence of his genuine desire for her plain as day.
As he laid beside her, she gave him a sweet smile, sighing softly as his hand rested against her stomach. As he shifted lower, she began to tense in anticipation, a flutter of nerves returning. But he paused as he reached the dark curls that surrounded her folds. His words earned a sheepish smile against his lips before she nodded slightly. She let out a slow breath, trying to force herself to relax. His lips pressed to hers and she was able to sink into it, her body unwinding. Her hands quickly rose to rake through his hair, holding him close as she kissed him deeper, losing herself in him once more as she began to melt for him.
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Essa had always thought breasts were for nothing more than babies and vanity. She was quickly learning just how wrong she had been. He touched them with an expertise that had her squirming beneath him. Each new touch earned soft noises from her - delicate gasps, sweet sighs and breathy moans. If she’d been impressed by his kisses, she had a whole new appreciation for the things his mouth could do as he moved between her breasts, leaving her whimpering, her panties soaked by the time he was through.
Her arms slipped away to fall back to the bed as he moved down the length of her body. Her eyes were closed in bliss as his kisses seemed to set her aflame. She felt near feverish with need for him, the thrill of not knowing what to expect next only heightening every sensation. She felt his finger slip beneath the edge of her underwear, and only then did she dare glance down at him. The sight of him there was enough to take her breath away, though a strange sound broke the moment.
She could only giggle at the situation and his reaction as it became clear what had happened. Her giggling faded into heavy breaths though as he ripped the fabric from her body. She would have thought such a savage display would be irritating, yet it spoke to something primal deep within her. She could only lay there, looking up at him as he sat up to take in the sight of her bared before him. Completely unaware that she was holding her breath all the while, waiting for some judgment, or regret or disappointment perhaps. Instead, what she saw in his eyes seemed to be exactly the opposite. He looked as though he wanted to eat her alive.
Yet even seeing his reaction with her own eyes, as he left the bed, she found herself sitting up slightly, propped up on her elbows, a sudden jolt of fear rising in her. Had he changed his mind? Relief flooded her though as she saw he was merely stripping himself. She couldn’t help but watch with curious eyes. She had never seen a man fully naked. She knew what to expect of course, but it wasn’t the same as seeing it for herself. Especially as she could see the evidence of his genuine desire for her plain as day.
As he laid beside her, she gave him a sweet smile, sighing softly as his hand rested against her stomach. As he shifted lower, she began to tense in anticipation, a flutter of nerves returning. But he paused as he reached the dark curls that surrounded her folds. His words earned a sheepish smile against his lips before she nodded slightly. She let out a slow breath, trying to force herself to relax. His lips pressed to hers and she was able to sink into it, her body unwinding. Her hands quickly rose to rake through his hair, holding him close as she kissed him deeper, losing herself in him once more as she began to melt for him.
Essa had always thought breasts were for nothing more than babies and vanity. She was quickly learning just how wrong she had been. He touched them with an expertise that had her squirming beneath him. Each new touch earned soft noises from her - delicate gasps, sweet sighs and breathy moans. If she’d been impressed by his kisses, she had a whole new appreciation for the things his mouth could do as he moved between her breasts, leaving her whimpering, her panties soaked by the time he was through.
Her arms slipped away to fall back to the bed as he moved down the length of her body. Her eyes were closed in bliss as his kisses seemed to set her aflame. She felt near feverish with need for him, the thrill of not knowing what to expect next only heightening every sensation. She felt his finger slip beneath the edge of her underwear, and only then did she dare glance down at him. The sight of him there was enough to take her breath away, though a strange sound broke the moment.
She could only giggle at the situation and his reaction as it became clear what had happened. Her giggling faded into heavy breaths though as he ripped the fabric from her body. She would have thought such a savage display would be irritating, yet it spoke to something primal deep within her. She could only lay there, looking up at him as he sat up to take in the sight of her bared before him. Completely unaware that she was holding her breath all the while, waiting for some judgment, or regret or disappointment perhaps. Instead, what she saw in his eyes seemed to be exactly the opposite. He looked as though he wanted to eat her alive.
Yet even seeing his reaction with her own eyes, as he left the bed, she found herself sitting up slightly, propped up on her elbows, a sudden jolt of fear rising in her. Had he changed his mind? Relief flooded her though as she saw he was merely stripping himself. She couldn’t help but watch with curious eyes. She had never seen a man fully naked. She knew what to expect of course, but it wasn’t the same as seeing it for herself. Especially as she could see the evidence of his genuine desire for her plain as day.
As he laid beside her, she gave him a sweet smile, sighing softly as his hand rested against her stomach. As he shifted lower, she began to tense in anticipation, a flutter of nerves returning. But he paused as he reached the dark curls that surrounded her folds. His words earned a sheepish smile against his lips before she nodded slightly. She let out a slow breath, trying to force herself to relax. His lips pressed to hers and she was able to sink into it, her body unwinding. Her hands quickly rose to rake through his hair, holding him close as she kissed him deeper, losing herself in him once more as she began to melt for him.
Kyros moved his hand slowly, even while his kisses were deep and hungry. He wanted her distracted. He wanted her relaxed for this. His tongue probed her mouth, tasting every bit of her. His finger slid down between her legs, to tease apart the tender folds. She was wet already. That was good. But her body was not yet ready for him. He’d never been with a virgin before, but he knew enough about human anatomy thanks to his studies. He slid his hand lower still, his finger finding that sweet entrance. One finger slowly slid inside the velvet soft walls. With just one finger, he could feel how tight she was. How new all this was to her. If he’d had any doubts about her claim before, this washed them away.
Ky deepened the kiss as he slid his finger deeper inside her, as far as he could go. He held his hand still . He pulled away from her lips so he could see her face, see her writhing to his touch. There was that adrenaline rush again. He was the first to do this to her. He reveled in the way she moaned for him. He slowly slid his finger out, to the very tip. Then back in as far as he could go. Over and over again as he watched her squirm.
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Kyros moved his hand slowly, even while his kisses were deep and hungry. He wanted her distracted. He wanted her relaxed for this. His tongue probed her mouth, tasting every bit of her. His finger slid down between her legs, to tease apart the tender folds. She was wet already. That was good. But her body was not yet ready for him. He’d never been with a virgin before, but he knew enough about human anatomy thanks to his studies. He slid his hand lower still, his finger finding that sweet entrance. One finger slowly slid inside the velvet soft walls. With just one finger, he could feel how tight she was. How new all this was to her. If he’d had any doubts about her claim before, this washed them away.
Ky deepened the kiss as he slid his finger deeper inside her, as far as he could go. He held his hand still . He pulled away from her lips so he could see her face, see her writhing to his touch. There was that adrenaline rush again. He was the first to do this to her. He reveled in the way she moaned for him. He slowly slid his finger out, to the very tip. Then back in as far as he could go. Over and over again as he watched her squirm.
Kyros moved his hand slowly, even while his kisses were deep and hungry. He wanted her distracted. He wanted her relaxed for this. His tongue probed her mouth, tasting every bit of her. His finger slid down between her legs, to tease apart the tender folds. She was wet already. That was good. But her body was not yet ready for him. He’d never been with a virgin before, but he knew enough about human anatomy thanks to his studies. He slid his hand lower still, his finger finding that sweet entrance. One finger slowly slid inside the velvet soft walls. With just one finger, he could feel how tight she was. How new all this was to her. If he’d had any doubts about her claim before, this washed them away.
Ky deepened the kiss as he slid his finger deeper inside her, as far as he could go. He held his hand still . He pulled away from her lips so he could see her face, see her writhing to his touch. There was that adrenaline rush again. He was the first to do this to her. He reveled in the way she moaned for him. He slowly slid his finger out, to the very tip. Then back in as far as he could go. Over and over again as he watched her squirm.
His kisses were still as intoxicating to her as the first and she quickly fell under his influence once more as he explored her mouth. She quivered beneath him as his hand gently moved over her, touching her for the first time. She held to him tighter, distracted by his searching tongue, until she felt his finger slip inside her. His relentless teasing of her body to this point had prepared her well, yet she still gasped and shuddered at the sensations that exploded through her. Her body instinctively clenched around him, even as he moved deeper, her moans being swallowed by his kiss. He stilled then, and gradually, she began to adjust to the feel of him within her.
His lips pulled away and her head tipped back, eyes still closed, breathing heavy. As he began to withdraw his finger, she began to whimper, already missing the fullness of it, even as the motion had her arching against his touch. Her eyes had just begun to flutter open to look at him when he pushed back inside, earning a high pitched moan as her hand grasped at the sheets. He repeated this over and over, making her writhe for him, wondering all the while how one simple touch - a single finger - could make her entire body tremble and ache for him. She could swear she felt the heat of his gaze moving over the length of her body and it only intensified what she was feeling from his touch. The more he continued, the more she relaxed into it. Soon her hips were moving in tandem with his hand as her face turned to press against his chest, her breath coming in heavy bursts amid the soft chorus of sounds of pleasure his attentions drew from her lips. She could feel a tightness growing low in her belly that only seemed to make her feel all the more needy for him.
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His kisses were still as intoxicating to her as the first and she quickly fell under his influence once more as he explored her mouth. She quivered beneath him as his hand gently moved over her, touching her for the first time. She held to him tighter, distracted by his searching tongue, until she felt his finger slip inside her. His relentless teasing of her body to this point had prepared her well, yet she still gasped and shuddered at the sensations that exploded through her. Her body instinctively clenched around him, even as he moved deeper, her moans being swallowed by his kiss. He stilled then, and gradually, she began to adjust to the feel of him within her.
His lips pulled away and her head tipped back, eyes still closed, breathing heavy. As he began to withdraw his finger, she began to whimper, already missing the fullness of it, even as the motion had her arching against his touch. Her eyes had just begun to flutter open to look at him when he pushed back inside, earning a high pitched moan as her hand grasped at the sheets. He repeated this over and over, making her writhe for him, wondering all the while how one simple touch - a single finger - could make her entire body tremble and ache for him. She could swear she felt the heat of his gaze moving over the length of her body and it only intensified what she was feeling from his touch. The more he continued, the more she relaxed into it. Soon her hips were moving in tandem with his hand as her face turned to press against his chest, her breath coming in heavy bursts amid the soft chorus of sounds of pleasure his attentions drew from her lips. She could feel a tightness growing low in her belly that only seemed to make her feel all the more needy for him.
His kisses were still as intoxicating to her as the first and she quickly fell under his influence once more as he explored her mouth. She quivered beneath him as his hand gently moved over her, touching her for the first time. She held to him tighter, distracted by his searching tongue, until she felt his finger slip inside her. His relentless teasing of her body to this point had prepared her well, yet she still gasped and shuddered at the sensations that exploded through her. Her body instinctively clenched around him, even as he moved deeper, her moans being swallowed by his kiss. He stilled then, and gradually, she began to adjust to the feel of him within her.
His lips pulled away and her head tipped back, eyes still closed, breathing heavy. As he began to withdraw his finger, she began to whimper, already missing the fullness of it, even as the motion had her arching against his touch. Her eyes had just begun to flutter open to look at him when he pushed back inside, earning a high pitched moan as her hand grasped at the sheets. He repeated this over and over, making her writhe for him, wondering all the while how one simple touch - a single finger - could make her entire body tremble and ache for him. She could swear she felt the heat of his gaze moving over the length of her body and it only intensified what she was feeling from his touch. The more he continued, the more she relaxed into it. Soon her hips were moving in tandem with his hand as her face turned to press against his chest, her breath coming in heavy bursts amid the soft chorus of sounds of pleasure his attentions drew from her lips. She could feel a tightness growing low in her belly that only seemed to make her feel all the more needy for him.
Kyros was aching to be inside her already. He wanted to feel her slick walls surrounding him. Her legs around his waist. But he had to remember to temper his own urges. He needed to go slow with her. It helped that he was rather enjoying the sight of her lithe body writhing to the simplest of touches. While Kyros had never received any complaints on his skills before, he’d never had anyone respond to him so completely. It was thrilling. The more he stroked her, the more she squirmed. A smile curved up the corner of his lips when her hips began to match the pace of his hand. A cocky, wicked smile. Her panting and moaning made him harder for her. But was she ready for him?
He lifted himself higher on his elbow to gain a better angle between her legs. A second finger joined the first, stretching her walls more. He kept stroking, in and out. A bit faster now. His eyes never left her face, thoroughly enjoying the lustful expressions she was making. Her body was responding more fully to his touch now. He could feel her walls trying to squeeze his fingers. He pushed deeper, curling his fingers a bit as he went, hitting new spots. Her face pressed to his chest made him smile warmly. “Don’t fight it, princess. Relax into it. Let it take you over.” For once he didn’t have a bit of disdain in his voice when he called her ‘princess. Instead his voice was thick and warm, a silky sound meant to lure and entice. HIs fingers never missed a beat.
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Kyros was aching to be inside her already. He wanted to feel her slick walls surrounding him. Her legs around his waist. But he had to remember to temper his own urges. He needed to go slow with her. It helped that he was rather enjoying the sight of her lithe body writhing to the simplest of touches. While Kyros had never received any complaints on his skills before, he’d never had anyone respond to him so completely. It was thrilling. The more he stroked her, the more she squirmed. A smile curved up the corner of his lips when her hips began to match the pace of his hand. A cocky, wicked smile. Her panting and moaning made him harder for her. But was she ready for him?
He lifted himself higher on his elbow to gain a better angle between her legs. A second finger joined the first, stretching her walls more. He kept stroking, in and out. A bit faster now. His eyes never left her face, thoroughly enjoying the lustful expressions she was making. Her body was responding more fully to his touch now. He could feel her walls trying to squeeze his fingers. He pushed deeper, curling his fingers a bit as he went, hitting new spots. Her face pressed to his chest made him smile warmly. “Don’t fight it, princess. Relax into it. Let it take you over.” For once he didn’t have a bit of disdain in his voice when he called her ‘princess. Instead his voice was thick and warm, a silky sound meant to lure and entice. HIs fingers never missed a beat.
Kyros was aching to be inside her already. He wanted to feel her slick walls surrounding him. Her legs around his waist. But he had to remember to temper his own urges. He needed to go slow with her. It helped that he was rather enjoying the sight of her lithe body writhing to the simplest of touches. While Kyros had never received any complaints on his skills before, he’d never had anyone respond to him so completely. It was thrilling. The more he stroked her, the more she squirmed. A smile curved up the corner of his lips when her hips began to match the pace of his hand. A cocky, wicked smile. Her panting and moaning made him harder for her. But was she ready for him?
He lifted himself higher on his elbow to gain a better angle between her legs. A second finger joined the first, stretching her walls more. He kept stroking, in and out. A bit faster now. His eyes never left her face, thoroughly enjoying the lustful expressions she was making. Her body was responding more fully to his touch now. He could feel her walls trying to squeeze his fingers. He pushed deeper, curling his fingers a bit as he went, hitting new spots. Her face pressed to his chest made him smile warmly. “Don’t fight it, princess. Relax into it. Let it take you over.” For once he didn’t have a bit of disdain in his voice when he called her ‘princess. Instead his voice was thick and warm, a silky sound meant to lure and entice. HIs fingers never missed a beat.
Another gasp as he stretched her further with a second finger that faded into a low moan as she adjusted to the thicker feel of him. This time, he didn’t pause, rather continuing the motion without breaking his pace. It was dizzying almost, how good it felt, and then he began to move faster and she could barely contain herself. There wasn’t a shred of her mind left to question how or why she was feeling. She had given in entirely to the primal nature of what was happening between them without a thought in the world.
Just when she thought it couldn’t get any better, his fingers curled within her, hitting a new spot that sent a white hot jolt of pleasure through her body that left her panting. His voice was thick and warm, like syrup almost, and she felt the comfort of that before she ever made sense of the words he spoke. Yet even as he said as much, she could feel her body betrayed her, tension moving through her limbs as her inner walls clenched tightly around him. She started to apologize but barely got even a syllable out before the words were replaced with a soft cry as she began to spasm around him, her body contracting even as her limbs went rigidly straight, toes pointing, and her hand in the sheets turning white knuckled. It felt as though her body were exploding with pleasure so intense it was nearly more than her small body was capable of containing.
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Another gasp as he stretched her further with a second finger that faded into a low moan as she adjusted to the thicker feel of him. This time, he didn’t pause, rather continuing the motion without breaking his pace. It was dizzying almost, how good it felt, and then he began to move faster and she could barely contain herself. There wasn’t a shred of her mind left to question how or why she was feeling. She had given in entirely to the primal nature of what was happening between them without a thought in the world.
Just when she thought it couldn’t get any better, his fingers curled within her, hitting a new spot that sent a white hot jolt of pleasure through her body that left her panting. His voice was thick and warm, like syrup almost, and she felt the comfort of that before she ever made sense of the words he spoke. Yet even as he said as much, she could feel her body betrayed her, tension moving through her limbs as her inner walls clenched tightly around him. She started to apologize but barely got even a syllable out before the words were replaced with a soft cry as she began to spasm around him, her body contracting even as her limbs went rigidly straight, toes pointing, and her hand in the sheets turning white knuckled. It felt as though her body were exploding with pleasure so intense it was nearly more than her small body was capable of containing.
Another gasp as he stretched her further with a second finger that faded into a low moan as she adjusted to the thicker feel of him. This time, he didn’t pause, rather continuing the motion without breaking his pace. It was dizzying almost, how good it felt, and then he began to move faster and she could barely contain herself. There wasn’t a shred of her mind left to question how or why she was feeling. She had given in entirely to the primal nature of what was happening between them without a thought in the world.
Just when she thought it couldn’t get any better, his fingers curled within her, hitting a new spot that sent a white hot jolt of pleasure through her body that left her panting. His voice was thick and warm, like syrup almost, and she felt the comfort of that before she ever made sense of the words he spoke. Yet even as he said as much, she could feel her body betrayed her, tension moving through her limbs as her inner walls clenched tightly around him. She started to apologize but barely got even a syllable out before the words were replaced with a soft cry as she began to spasm around him, her body contracting even as her limbs went rigidly straight, toes pointing, and her hand in the sheets turning white knuckled. It felt as though her body were exploding with pleasure so intense it was nearly more than her small body was capable of containing.
Kyros felt her body tensing, could see her arms and legs stretching and going rigid. He smiled wickedly, knowing she was close. So close to falling over that cliff for the first time. His gaze locked on her face so he could watch her bliss. HIs mouth hung open, his own breathing heavy as his own anticipation grew. And then it happened. Her body spasmed around his fingers, a flush of warm fluids coating his hand. “That’s a good girl,” he whispered thickly. Now she was ready for him…
He pulled his hand from her, and rolled so that he was over her now. He nudged her legs further apart. He was on his knees between her legs, and he moved closer, until he could tease her center with the tip of his cock, coating himself in her wetness. The sight of his hardened extremity so close to entering her, it made him throb with the need to feel her surrounding him. One hand on his cock, guiding himself into her, the other hand teasing that sensitive nub so that her pleasure was heightened and she wouldn’t lose the ecstasy she’d felt with her orgasm. Slowly he pushed deeper inside her; he was not a small man, he needed to go slow, even though he desperately wanted to fuck her hard and fast until she screamed for mercy. He needed to hold back, to keep control. His eyelids heavy as his eyes rolled at the sensation of her warmth. He growled low in his throat. It was so damn hard to keep that control. He moved his hands away - he was almost completely inside her. He lowered himself over her, holding his weight off her tiny frame with his elbows. “Breathe. I’ll go as slow as I can.” His voice was ragged, he was on the very edge of losing control of the beast inside him. He slid himself deeper, to the hilt. He felt himself puncture that piece of her… she was no longer a virgin. He held still. So very still. Letting her adjust. He’d heard that the first time could be painful for some women. He watched her face, waiting for her to relax. “Breathe through it, baby.” He pressed his forehead to hers, his nose grazing hers.
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Kyros felt her body tensing, could see her arms and legs stretching and going rigid. He smiled wickedly, knowing she was close. So close to falling over that cliff for the first time. His gaze locked on her face so he could watch her bliss. HIs mouth hung open, his own breathing heavy as his own anticipation grew. And then it happened. Her body spasmed around his fingers, a flush of warm fluids coating his hand. “That’s a good girl,” he whispered thickly. Now she was ready for him…
He pulled his hand from her, and rolled so that he was over her now. He nudged her legs further apart. He was on his knees between her legs, and he moved closer, until he could tease her center with the tip of his cock, coating himself in her wetness. The sight of his hardened extremity so close to entering her, it made him throb with the need to feel her surrounding him. One hand on his cock, guiding himself into her, the other hand teasing that sensitive nub so that her pleasure was heightened and she wouldn’t lose the ecstasy she’d felt with her orgasm. Slowly he pushed deeper inside her; he was not a small man, he needed to go slow, even though he desperately wanted to fuck her hard and fast until she screamed for mercy. He needed to hold back, to keep control. His eyelids heavy as his eyes rolled at the sensation of her warmth. He growled low in his throat. It was so damn hard to keep that control. He moved his hands away - he was almost completely inside her. He lowered himself over her, holding his weight off her tiny frame with his elbows. “Breathe. I’ll go as slow as I can.” His voice was ragged, he was on the very edge of losing control of the beast inside him. He slid himself deeper, to the hilt. He felt himself puncture that piece of her… she was no longer a virgin. He held still. So very still. Letting her adjust. He’d heard that the first time could be painful for some women. He watched her face, waiting for her to relax. “Breathe through it, baby.” He pressed his forehead to hers, his nose grazing hers.
Kyros felt her body tensing, could see her arms and legs stretching and going rigid. He smiled wickedly, knowing she was close. So close to falling over that cliff for the first time. His gaze locked on her face so he could watch her bliss. HIs mouth hung open, his own breathing heavy as his own anticipation grew. And then it happened. Her body spasmed around his fingers, a flush of warm fluids coating his hand. “That’s a good girl,” he whispered thickly. Now she was ready for him…
He pulled his hand from her, and rolled so that he was over her now. He nudged her legs further apart. He was on his knees between her legs, and he moved closer, until he could tease her center with the tip of his cock, coating himself in her wetness. The sight of his hardened extremity so close to entering her, it made him throb with the need to feel her surrounding him. One hand on his cock, guiding himself into her, the other hand teasing that sensitive nub so that her pleasure was heightened and she wouldn’t lose the ecstasy she’d felt with her orgasm. Slowly he pushed deeper inside her; he was not a small man, he needed to go slow, even though he desperately wanted to fuck her hard and fast until she screamed for mercy. He needed to hold back, to keep control. His eyelids heavy as his eyes rolled at the sensation of her warmth. He growled low in his throat. It was so damn hard to keep that control. He moved his hands away - he was almost completely inside her. He lowered himself over her, holding his weight off her tiny frame with his elbows. “Breathe. I’ll go as slow as I can.” His voice was ragged, he was on the very edge of losing control of the beast inside him. He slid himself deeper, to the hilt. He felt himself puncture that piece of her… she was no longer a virgin. He held still. So very still. Letting her adjust. He’d heard that the first time could be painful for some women. He watched her face, waiting for her to relax. “Breathe through it, baby.” He pressed his forehead to hers, his nose grazing hers.