Chapter 13
My heart still races as I stare at the ceiling. I wish Hunter could see how beneficial he has been to me. I tapped into a side of myself that was always there yet shackled by insecurities. Emerging from my cocoon, I was forever transformed. I wanted him to acknowledge that, to see me—not as a butterfly, a delicate fairy, or a girl hiding behind her screens, but as a woman. A woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to go after it.
My heart yearns for him. My skin aches for his touch. My lips tingle for another kiss. His presence stirs a longing inside me I can’t quench. Not having him is the worst form of torment.
My feelings for him bore too deep to quantify. It’s as if I’ve been programmed to love him. How else would it make sense that I see only him, want only him? Until Hunter, I had never truly had an interest in anyone. Until him, I didn’t know what blinding desire and unadulterated need were. Every day for months now, I’ve had to face the fact that I felt something for him from the moment his eyes met mine. And then, click—the glitch in my system vanished, like a switch was flipped, making me his.
I expected him to give in, especially after tonight, but he’s stubborn. So damn stubborn. He is not the asshole I made myself believe. Behind his icy walls, he’s a protector, even at the cost of his well-being.
While I am not experienced, I felt he was hard when he laid on top of me, and that look in his eyes burned with lust—for me. I know he wants me because his desire mirrors my own. I guess we’re both bad at expressing or understanding our feelings. I won’t even hint at his experience—it always seems to put him off. Why, though? I yearn to know him, covet everything he has to offer and give him everything of myself in return. But I have to respect that he doesn’t want that. I can’t push him. Maybe it’s for the best, anyway. One night with him would never be enough, though I’d still take it.
What the future holds is impossible to foresee. I never thought much about it because mine has always been on standby. Waiting for my parents to decide my path, waiting to be acknowledged by Grandmother.
Even if I know what I want to do and am free to pursue it, my future is still blurry because someone is out there waiting to rip it away from me. Hunter made me see that I deserve more. I am hungry to taste happiness and have an intimate relationship. Looking at my friends, I long for that endless love too. But maybe that’s not for me. Maybe it’s my destiny to be waiting, forever aching for something.
Now, it’s him, and denying it would be pointless. The silver-eyed, unreachable, broody man who has awakened a part of me only to leave me standing there with outstretched arms. It wouldn’t be the first time, but it hurts even worse.
A deep sigh rocks my chest when my door opens, and Hunter strides inside. His presence sucks up every thought, every breath, leaving me bare and ready to be filled with him. His stern gaze is fixed on me as he closes the door, locking it. He had never done that before. My heart hammers so hard it might crack my chest open with the implications.
“I’ll do it. I’ll take your virginity.”
His words replay in my head, making me feel lightheaded. The rush of sensations overwhelms me.
“I have one rule, though, Bailey.”
I lick my lips. “And what’s that?” The words scrape at my throat, coming out more as a whisper.
“One night. And we never talk about it again. Don’t expect more of me. If you have any thoughts about more, banish them. So, what is it going to be?”
I look at my ruin wrapped in a mouthwatering package. While I want to claw inside him and embed myself under his skin, he puts a timeline on us. My answer is obvious, but I’m torn. He desires me, yet he doesn’t at the same time. It should be an instant put-off, but I want him too much.
“Okay,” I say, not sounding very assuring. He catches it, judging by the groan that escapes his luscious lips—but he doesn’t stop either.
He takes a seat on the armchair. Legs spread, he leans back—a king on his throne, waiting for his offering.
“I have never been with a virgin.”
It shouldn’t matter, but my stupid heart can’t stop making me feel special.
“I won’t take it easy on you. You should tell me no as long as you can.”
He’s trying to scare me off. He could never hurt me, at least not physically. It’s not in him, especially when it comes to me.
“You don’t have to take it easy on me. When have you ever?”
A ghost of a smile caresses his lips. I think I have him with that—until a cloud passes over his features. “I fight hard. I fuck even harder.”
If that’s the case, I doubt I will be able to walk tomorrow. The thought thrills me.
“Should that scare me off because it just makes me more curious?”
“I’ll possess you, Bailey. I will plow into your virgin cunt and make it mine. You will despise me for it. I’ll ruin you for anyone else. And I will fucking love every second.”
“I won’t.” I can’t. I believe that it would truly be impossible for me to hate him. I’ve tried and failed.
“Kitten, you’re playing with fire.”
“I have nine lives. I can burn one.”
He shakes his head while watching me. A soft expression kisses his face as if he’s fascinated by me.
“How bad do you want it?” he asks, his voice low, as my body temperature climbs to a scorching high.
“Really bad.”
He cocks his head. “Then crawl to me.”
My breath hitches as his eyes devour me whole, snatching my soul and commanding all my attention. There’s a challenge there. That won’t stop me. My desire has rolled into an avalanche that buried my sanity under its weight. It will die there because I am not rational, just pure need and desire with him.
I have no idea what I am doing, but I am sure he will be an excellent teacher, so I follow his lead—unabashedly. That only makes me burn hotter for him. I want to shed this good-girl coat that has slowly killed my spirit. I want to be wild and reckless, for him. Only for him.
I’ll possess you . I wholeheartedly believe that. But feeling this alive is invigorating.
I kneel, and his eyes stay locked on me, unwavering. I hold his gaze, drawing courage from it. His intense look douses me in pure, unfiltered lust.
“What did I say the first time we were alone?”
Every encounter between us is a box of movies in my head playing on repeat.
“That you’ll corrupt me,” I say breathlessly.
“I guess I finally did. And that’s on you.”
I get on my hands and knees. A shiver skitters down my spine, and I arch my back. This is so overwhelming I might pass out at any moment, but I push through.
“So eager to be tarnished, tainted by my dirty hands and salacious thoughts.”
I hate it when he calls himself dirty, but I keep my mouth shut and crawl to him. I have to tread carefully with him. It’s like he wants a reason to stop this. Not happening.
Each move echoes in my mind with the fact that nothing will be the same afterward. Once I reach my destination, I’ll enter a new phase.
“Such a good girl for me who’s ready to be bad.”
My thighs clench, trying to make the throb between them bearable. “So bad.”
“Only fucking for me.”
That’s what gives me hope. He has told me nothing more will happen, yet he has been the one to change his mind constantly. His possessiveness must mean something. I’ve entered delulu land, popping pills of infatuation like they’re candy.
“Only for you,” I breathe out.
My assurances unravel him just as much as they do me. With him, I can only be honest. A fool, most surely.
Another groan rumbles in his throat. He’s so damn appealing and manly, oozing strength and sex. His allure is so potent, trapping me in its seductive web. Tonight, he’s mine just as much as I am his. The moment I am at his feet, I suck in a breath, waiting for his next move. The seconds pass agonizingly slow.
Leaning over, he curls his hand in my hair, yanking my head back. “Last chance, Bailey.”
I wet my dry lips, my palms resting on his powerful thighs. I am a present ready to be stripped open for him.
“Teach me how to please you.”
“Fuck me,” he groans, throwing his head back and fisting the arm of the chair. I finally win a round with him. I smile, unable to hide how proud I am for eliciting that reaction from him, for always seeming to decimate his control, and that makes me so wet. No vibrator, no fantasy, could come close to how desperate for a release he makes me feel.
He grabs me by my elbow, and I land on his lap. As I straddle him, he’s all hard. While my palms explore his chiseled chest, I grind on him on instinct.
“Is that cunt aching to be filled?”
“Good god, Hunter,”
“I’ll make you cry for God tonight. I doubt he’ll be listening, but I surely will.”
All the past taunts have boiled my blood, but his dirty talk heats my body. A fever is spreading through my insides, and I need him to soothe it. Either way, he’s the only one I have had such a powerful reaction to.
His mouth comes down on mine, and I enter a world of pure sensations. I never want to leave this place only he can bring me to.
I love how attentive he is, as if my mouth is an unexplored cave, and he wants to uncover every nook and cranny—nibbling, licking, tasting. Breathless, that’s what I am once he rips his mouth from me, and I gulp some air into my starved lungs. I’d forsake breathing for more of his ecstatic kisses. With his lips swollen, his pupils dilated, and the silver in his eyes darkening because of me, a flood of delight washes over me.
His hands slip through the slit and up my body as he slowly pushes the dress over my head. It drops just like my inhibitions.
He brushes his knuckles over my lace bralette. “You’re beautiful in it but even more beautiful without it.”
In one expert move, he unhooks the bralette, removes it, and throws it on the pile my dress made on the floor. I present my naked flesh to him unabashedly drunk on how beautiful his heated gaze makes me feel.
His breath fans along my exposed skin. My nipples pucker. He rakes his eyes, burning with hunger, over my breasts, making me feel desired. I want his eyes only on me.
He nibbles along my neck, collarbone, and down the valley of my breasts, heating me up into a ball of lust. Then he kisses the splatter of my freckles. I don’t know why I have these images with more beautiful women in mind right now, and I sigh, suddenly wanting to cover myself.
“Don’t cover what is mine, Bailey. You are so bloody beautiful, I fucking ache.”
His reassurance puts a small smile on my face. “Really?”
His eyes burn with raw hunger and undiluted honesty. “You’re the most exquisite woman I have ever seen. Now let me enjoy your perfection.”
By now, I think my heart slips into his hand, beating there. I hope he’ll take care of it and not squish the fragile organ because it’s his to do as he pleases, just like my body.
He caresses his knuckles over my breasts, and my nipples become painfully hard. Then he lowers his mouth to one and sucks gently, relieving me a bit. He licks and then bites. I jump up at the foreign sensation. Everything he does to me feels so good. He holds me there on his lap with no way to escape—with just his hand splayed over my hip and the promise of unbound pleasure.
He moves to the other while his thumb and forefinger play with the one his mouth just left, tugging and twisting. Only my moans and his groans of satisfaction penetrate the silence as a lust haze surrounds us.
He stands up while holding me and gently places me down. Only a black scrap of material is left between being completely naked. Lowering on his knees, he peels my thong down my legs, taking his sweet time as if savoring every second.
Completely naked, he looks up at me, and, for a moment, it transcends the physical part.
“I can’t decide…”
“What?” I murmur.
He doesn’t reply. Instead, he slaps my thighs apart and buries his face between my folds. I jump up, not familiar with the sensation.
“So jumpy, my kitten.”
I love it when he puts my before the pet name; it makes the term of endearment even more personal. He hooks my leg over his shoulder, and his fingers dig into my ass as he feasts on me with so much zeal, I see freaking stars. Sounds are coming from me I’ve never made before, half moans, half choked breaths.
My hand flies to his head, and I fist it around his silky dark strands to anchor myself in the here and now, while the pleasure propels me so high, I get lightheaded.
I hear the sloppy sounds my pussy makes as he slurps, groaning and lapping at me as if he’s dying of thirst. The deep, guttural noise vibrating in the back of his throat increase my pleasure. It feels as if I could reach out my hand and touch a star. His mouth is the ultimate pleasuring device, and when he sucks on my clit, I free fall into bliss. He doesn’t stop, not until he ravishes me.
The orgasm stirs low in my belly, only to blast through me—fast and all at once. I fall and keep falling, but he’s there to catch me, placing kisses on my thighs as I come down from that addictive high.
“So responsive,” he says that praise with a hint of awe, blanketing me in satisfaction while my breathing returns to normal.
He stands up, caressing my cheek with one hand while the other is planted on my hip. I love that he surrounds me with himself—his heady scent, his muscular body, his fiery touch.
“How are you?” he asks, tone laced with care. I am safe with him.
“I want more,” I say, rising on my toes and crossing my arms around his neck. I want everything.
“Greedy kitten.”
“Your greedy kitten.”
“Fuck, you’re going to be my undoing.”
Hopefully.
“Get on the bed on your back,” he commands, sending flames to dance on my skin, heating me from within.
I watch as he undresses himself. What a spectacular view. My hungry eyes trace his sculpted body, those muscles ripping with every move, and that V-line dipping low has me salivating.
Naked in front of me, I gorge on physical perfection and male strength. But it’s also a testament to his discipline and hard work, which increases my admiration. That body is my personal protection machine.
Fully erect, his jutted-out cock looks like an impaling device, long and thick. Strangely, I am not afraid even if I should be—it looks like it could rip my pussy apart, but I am more eager to feel him inside of me.
He wraps his hand around his shaft, and I grab the sheet, wanting it to be me who touches him. He gives it a few pumps, and something shiny penetrates my lust-fogged brain, making my mouth form an “O.” Eight small, horizontally placed metallic barbells stick out on each side of the underside of his cock like a ladder, making it appear even more dangerous and appealing. He has a cock piercing.
“It’s a Jacob’s Ladder. Like it?” He almost sounds unsure.
I nod, itching to touch it. “It fits you. I’ve heard genitalia piercings increase sexual pleasure.”
“I’ve heard that one too.”
“You should know.”
“I haven’t fucked since I got it.”
I feel my brows furrowing as I calculate.
“Had it done shortly before we came to Greenville.”
So, he hasn’t been with anyone in over six months. I’d like to think it’s because of me, and knowing I will be the one to experience this makes me feel like I am his first in some ways too.
He climbs into bed, moving between my legs, which part automatically.
“Condom. Fuck,” he says with a groan, about to move.
I quickly add before I’m too mortified, “I’m on the pill.”
After Abi’s experience and the scare that Celine might be pregnant, I wanted to make sure I was on the safe side. But I realized it had more to do with wanting this with him. And it’s finally happening.
“I’ve always used a condom.”
“I really want to feel you.”
His cock jerks at my answer. Protection wasn’t even on my mind, even though it should have been. I guess that’s more proof of how much I trust him and how I lose my mind over him.
He kisses me while his hands splay over my body as if mapping every curve. I do the same. His body is a piece of art—my own Greek god statue I can admire and explore unperturbed.
I don’t know how I will stop myself from not touching him once tonight ends. He’s all hard muscles and carved planes while feeling so hot under my palms.
He pushes one finger inside me. “Fuck, you’re tight. But what can I expect if that vibrator was the only thing that’s been in you?”
“Thank you for ruining it for me,” I say, swatting his chest playfully.
He arches a cocky brow. “Maybe I wanted it to be me who’s inside of you.”
It’s all so overwhelming that I just want to feel him already. I arch my hips when he adds a second finger, wanting more. “I can take it.”
“I’ll decide when you can. Another orgasm will make it better for you.”
“Another one?”
He chuckles, brushing his nose along my sensitive neck as my pussy adjusts to having two thick fingers inside of it. The discomfort quickly ebbs as he plays with my clit. He’s too damn proficient, knowing what button to press to increase my desire.
“Another one.”
Pushing in and out of me while he sucks on my nipple, then the other, my body writhes in the sheets, drowning in pleasure.
“You’re almost there.”
How can he know that? And as if reading my thoughts, he adds, “Your pussy is contracting around my fingers, squeezing them. Your chest is heaving, and your breathing rate has increased. Your body tells me what’s coming. Come on my fingers, Bailey. Let me feel you around my fingers as well. Come for me, kitten.”
Maybe it’s that term of endearment, or maybe it’s just his expert fingers coaxing the pleasure out of me with so much ease. My back arches, my toes curl. My orgasm washes over me like a waterfall, and I moan my release.
I ride the wave as he strokes my pussy, praising me. “Just like that. You come so beautifully for me, my kitten.”
I drop on the bed, floating on clouds of endorphins and dreams. He’s going to kill me with pleasure. I wouldn’t mind, though, when all I feel is him, making me feel so damn good. Vibrator, you served me well, but you’re no match for him, and he hasn’t even been inside of me.
Hunter hums low as he sucks my release off his fingers. It’s so sexual that heat licks at my skin. All my senses are wrapped up in him—inhaling his masculine scent while I watch him, with the taste of him lingering in my mouth.
He drops a sweet kiss on my forehead, peppering my face and body with kisses. The liar. If that is not worshipping me, then I don’t know what is. I never want to leave this sacred space, where it feels like it’s just the two of us.
When he grips his cock, I have the urge to tell him I want to taste him too, but the thick head nudges my opening, and I forget my own damn name.
Eyes locked, nothing else matters but us. It sounds unreal, but it’s like I have an opening to his soul that screams for mine. For a moment, we’re the only people on Earth, joining and connecting beyond a heart and body level.
“I’m sorry, Bailey,” and then he pushes in to the hilt, filling me completely. A long breath rushes out of me at the intensity and intrusion, propelling me up to cling to his arms for support. The burning sensation mixed with that bite of pain persists. I claw at his back, holding on to him. Even with all the preparation, it stings.
I bite into his chest in my attempt to ease the ache while he caresses down my hair, cooing at me. “Shh, it’s over, I have you. You did so well. I am all in. And bloody hell, I don’t want to leave this perfect fucking cunt; it’s as if it was made for me.”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I say through a pant, “Are you trying to split me in two, Hunter? I think you broke my pussy. Is it still there? Just look for me—”
“I assure you, it’s still there, love. I have you, trust me. Now breathe in and out. It will pass. I won’t move, not until it gets better.”
I am a jumbled mess of sensations. I expected a bit of pain, considering it’s my first time, and he’s big. Damn, my poor pussy got massacred, but there’s something else flickering—pleasure. I don’t want to think how it would have been without him preparing me.
“I feel you inside of me,” I say, my fingers digging into his back to hold onto him—or to keep him inside of me. I have no idea.
“Me too, and it’s killing me how tight you are. Your cunt is strangling my cock so damn good.”
I believe him because his eyes are hooded and turning darker with lust.
Something inside urges me, craving his next move, so I squirm, and he picks up on it instantly.
“I’m going to move. Is that okay with you?”
I nod, wanting to get to the good part already. With the discomfort easing, I want to feel him moving inside of me. I moan at the incredible sensation of his cock massaging my walls and those barbells—it’s so good, I think I’ll never have enough.
Eyes locked, I moan. “You feel perfect, Hunter.”
He brushes his knuckles along my cheek, wearing a nostalgic, almost sad expression. “I wish I were. For you.”
His words undo me, and I kiss him, not wanting a reminder of the improbability of us. Right now, it’s all about pleasure like I’ve never experienced before.
“Give me more.” Give me yourself. Give me your all. Give me everything.
He starts a gentle but unyielding rhythm that feels so incredible I could get addicted. Now I understand my friends. But then he changes the tempo, going harder, pushing deeper—more intense, driving me wild. My nails bite into his back. Reduced to animalistic mating, I leave my mark on him.
He thrusts even harder, making the bed rock. I turn shameless in chasing my pleasure because I didn’t care if someone heard me or knew what was transpiring right now in my room. I try to muffle my screams by biting into his shoulder when he fucks me even harder.
“I need to hear what I’m doing to you, Bailey. So, you either give me those moans, or I swear I’ll bend you over the window for the entire campus to hear and see who you belong to—me,” he says through gritted teeth as if he’s barely holding on.
That makes me burn even hotter. I might come again from his words alone. I listen because I believe him. Letting go, I cry out his name, moaning my pleasure.
He’s sublime as he fucks me. A majestic sex machine, a terrific master puppeteer because that’s what it feels like—as if my body is his to do as he pleases. And please me, he does.
It’s an overload of sensations and stimuli flooding me. Every time he kisses me, my heart flaps, filling my chest with butterflies. Every time his hands travel over my body in sweet exploration, my skin heats. Every time he pushes inside of me, I feel him so deep, as if he wants to find out where I end and never resurface.
He angles my knee, bends it forward, and hits a spot inside me that has stars dancing before my eyes.
“Hunter, oh my freaking god, I just saw stars. And it wasn’t the first time tonight.”
He chuckles, rotating his hips, prolonging my pleasure and my moan. “Fucking you so good, huh?”
“Don’t stop, please. Don’t stop, or I’ll kill you.”
“So violent, my kitten?”
It’s your fault, I want to say, but he thrusts inside of me even harder and faster, and I swallow my words.
It’s there, another orgasm just in reach, blinding me for a second. As I come, he grows even bigger inside of me, spurting a bit of his sticky liquid. Then he rolls me onto my belly, and I ask over my shoulder, dazed. “But you just came.”
“I can come many times, kitten. It’s called control and no recovery period. I’ll fuck you until I deplete myself of every drop of cum. It’s going to be a long night.”
He’s a man of his word. I forget the number of times I come as we lose ourselves in each other. By the time he finishes, I am shivery and spent, both of our bodies covered in a sheen of sweat.
He tends to me as if he didn’t just fuck me into a near coma.
I will never be the same because I’ve just become his.