Chapter Four #3
The need to possess her, to make those words a reality, is so strong it undoes me.
Vivienne watches me under her long lashes, eyes dazed and so goddamned sexy. I spin her around to face me before backing her against the glass. I grab her left leg and raise it to my hip, intending to stroke myself against her pussy, but she grabs my shoulders and pulls me flush against her.
“I want it,” she whispers, her hands digging into my shoulders. “I want you inside of me.”
“Viv, we don’t have to—”
“But we do,” she says, dropping her forehead on my shoulder. “I’ve waited for a special moment, and there’s never going to be a moment more special than this one.”
Christ above.
Is she intent on pulling me deeper into her web? Isn’t it bad enough that I have these crazy, jealous, murderous thoughts in my head already? My heart already aches for her.
“Are you sure?” I ask, emotions clogging my throat. “I can wait until you’re ready.
“I’m ready now.”
Fuck!
I tangle my hand into her hair again and slam my mouth down on hers, kissing her like I’m drowning. She responds in kind, her mouth slanting over mine, moaning when my tongue finds hers.
Gripping her under her ass, I lift her up, her back pressed against the window.
She immediately wraps her legs around my waist, and I lower her until my cock is pressed against her virgin hole, slowly working the tip into her tightness.
Everything in me wants to slam her down, impaling her with my cock, but I grasp all the threads of control I have left.
We’re practically breathing into each other’s mouths as I slowly inch into her.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met,” I tell her as I inch deeper into her, until she’s taken half of me. “And you’re mine.”
Her eyes meet mine, the forest green and earthy brown filled with heat, and emotions I’m afraid to look too deeply into. “Yours,” she whispers, her hands tightening on my shoulders.
“Mine!” I growl, thrusting forward and entering her fully.
She moans as I take her innocence, and fuck she’s tight.
So wet and tight I come within an inch of spilling.
My muscles tense and balls ache to the point of pain, begging for release, but I hold back.
It takes forever before I feel like I’m not going to explode, and her tight pussy doesn’t help.
I’ve never been with a virgin before. Never put much thought into anyone’s firsts but my own, and now I find myself worrying about how much I’ve hurt her. If I need to stop. It would kill me to stop but fuck, I’m starting to realize that I would do anything for her.
“Are you okay, baby?” I rasp, cradling her cheek and leaning in to brush my lips over her forehead, cheek, and then lips. “Does it hurt?”
“A little,” she whispers. I start to panic when I see the tears clouding her eyes, but she stops any attempts to pull away when she tightens her hold on me. “No, please, don’t.”
“Viv—”
She looks at me, and this time, the tears fall.
“It hurts, of course it does, but it also feels so good, but I’m not crying because of that.
I feel you, all of you, everywhere and it feels so good.
” Her nails dig into my shoulders, anchoring her to me.
She leans forward, whimpering when her nipples graze my chest. “You have no idea what I’ve gone through to guard this part of me. ”
And the murderous thoughts are back. I want to hunt down whoever put that fear in her eyes, and maybe I will. Right after I hand Viv back to Knox, I might make the trip back to LA to hunt down the fucker who has tormented her so much.
“You’re mine now,” I say vehemently. “No one else gets to have you.”
“Yes,” she whimpers, rolling her hips over mine, and I groan, lust twisting and clawing in my belly, urging me to take her hard and fast against the glass wall. “Make me yours, Kyle.”
“I’ll take care of you,” I vow as I pull out before rocking forward, my movement gentle, giving her time to adjust to my girth.
My eyes stay locked on hers as I move, rolling my hips before thrusting shallowly into her.
I grind up to rub against her clit with the base of my cock and feel her slowly relax against me.
I love her.
Strange that I would identify the feeling for what it is so quickly, when I’ve never it felt for anyone else, but I know it without a doubt. I’m in love with her.
“More,” she moans, rocking up against me.
I watch as her eyes go dazed and her mouth parts in a broken sob when I start moving faster.
I pull back and slam harder into her, whatever shreds of control I had left slipping away, and I surrender to the feeling.
“Oh…yes,” she cries out, her back arching against the wall.
I keep my eyes on hers as I pound into her, drinking in her blissed-out expression, chasing more than just my own release with every thrust.
“So beautiful,” I pant, feeling myself teetering so close to the edge. Fuck, I’m not going to last long.
With a growl, I dip my head to her chest and wrap my mouth around her nipple, suckling hard on the bead as I slam into her wet cunt. She cries out, rolling her hips to meet me until the wet sound of our lovemaking fills the room. Dirty. Obscene. Perfect.
“Kyle, oh God,” she sobs, her hips moving erratically with mine, nails scratching down my back, and I feel her teeter close to the edge with me.
I bite gently at her nipple and that sends her jumping right off with a scream.
She thrashes against me, her legs trembling around my waist, and I groan when her pussy grips me tight, clenching involuntarily around my cock, viciously yanking me off the edge.
I climax with a hoarse growl, and I’m practically snarling as I pound my cock into her, flooding her womb with my seed.
It’s feral, the need that claws at me, pushing me into taking her fast and hard until she’s milked me of every drop.
I find her mouth with mine, kissing her like a man staking a claim.
“So beautiful. All mine,” I breathe into the kiss, rocking lazily into her pulsing sex. “I’ll protect you with my life, Viv.”
“Thank you,” she whispers, deepening the kiss. It’s innocent for a moment, but something blooms and before long, I feel myself start to harden again inside of her.
“I think we’ve given the city enough of a show,” I tell her, pushing off the window to carry her to bed.
She whines when my cock slips out of her but I wait until we’re in bed before sliding back into her tight warmth.
I lean down to add, “Viv—you know I would never truly let you be so exposed like that if someone could actually see us, right? You’re mine, and no one else gets to see you like this.
It’s fun to pretend, but I just…need you to know, you’re safe with me. ”
She smiles up at me sweetly as I start to thrust in and out of her slowly, bracing my arms on the bed to hold my weight off of her. “I know I’m safe with you, Kyle. Always.” She gasps on a particularly deep thrust, her eyes fluttering back in her head. “Only yours.”
This time, when we make love, I take it slow. The need to spill is not as urgent as before, allowing me to explore more of her as I suckle her nipples and tease her clit with my thumb. I take and take…giving just as much.
It’s way past midnight when we finally pull apart, sated, limbs tangled, bodies deliciously sore and lax. I hold her in my arms as she falls asleep before allowing my thoughts to focus on the past she’s running from.
Rick.
I’ll find the man if I have to comb through LA to do so, and when I’m done, he’ll be nothing but a shell of his former self. With that settled, I allow myself to fall.