32. Rork
32
RORK
B ianca’s kiss sets my soul on fire, and though I’m wounded, I can’t help but turn to deepen it. This is what I’ve been dreaming about, and I can’t believe it’s actually happening. Her lips are soft and insistent against mine, her breath mingling with my own, making my head spin.
Despite the pain radiating from my chest, I press her closer, my hands roaming over her back, savoring the feel of her through the thin fabric of her torn shirt. She responds eagerly, her hands startling to explore my body, hesitantly at first, and then bolder as she traces the contours of my shoulders, being very careful around my chest. Her touch is electric, sending shivers down my spine.
“Bianca,” I murmur against her lips, my voice rough with desire. “You feel incredible.”
She lets out a soft moan, her fingers threading through my hair as she presses herself against me. Her curves fit against me so perfectly, it’s as if we were made for each other. I slide my hands down to her waist, then lower, gripping her hips and pulling her even closer.
Her skin is warm under my fingertips, smooth and inviting. I trail my fingers up her sides, feeling her shiver in response. Her hands move to my back, exploring the muscles there while avoiding the scratches.
This is so much better than when I found her fingering herself in her room.
“Rork,” she whispers, her voice breathy and full of need. “I want… I need…”
Her words trail off as I capture her lips again, my tongue seeking entrance and finding it as she parts her lips for me. The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent, more consuming. I can taste her, sweet and intoxicating, and it’s driving me wild.
I ignore the pain in my chest as I slide my hands under her shirt, feeling the warmth of her skin against my palms. She gasps at the contact, arching into me, and I take the opportunity to explore further, running my hands up her back, savoring every inch of her. She’s so responsive, every touch, every caress eliciting a reaction that only fuels my desire.
Despite my injuries, we find a rhythm, our bodies moving together with a desperate kind of urgency. The sheets tangle around us as I pull her closer, the friction of her body against mine sending sparks of pleasure through me. The room is filled with the sounds of our kissing, our breaths mingling, our bodies moving in sync.
It’s intense, overwhelming, and all I can think about is how much I want her, how much I need her.
But even in the midst of this heated moment, a part of me is acutely aware of the line we’re dangerously close to crossing. As much as I want her, I know I can’t take things too far. Not yet. Not until she’s ready.
I slow our pace. “Bianca,” I say, my voice filled with both desire and restraint, “we need to stop.”
But Bianca shakes her head. “I want you,” she murmurs, her voice trembling. “I want to know what it’s like to be with a man. I want my first time to be with you.”
Her words stun me, and I pull back to look into her eyes. There’s an earnestness there, a vulnerability that makes my heart ache. Without thinking, I roll on top of her, my weight pressing her into the mattress.
She gasps, her eyes widening. “I didn’t mean we had to do it right now,” she says, her voice a mix of panic and desire. “You’re injured and probably exhausted after the fight with the cougar. You need your rest. The doctor said so!”
But I don’t care what the doctor said or what I may or may not need. If she wants me, then I’m not going to wait because I’ve wanted her so damn desperately, it’s been the worst agony of all.
“Bianca,” I say, my voice raw with need, “If you want this, I’m not going to make you wait. I need you now.”
She hesitates for a moment, her eyes searching mine. Then she nods, her hands coming up to cup my face. “I want you, Rork. But be gentle.”
Her words are my undoing. I capture her lips again, this time with more urgency, more need, our tongues tangling together. My hands move to her waist, lifting her shirt and tossing it aside. Her bra easily unclasps and joins the torn shirt on the floor. I take a moment to admire her, the way her skin glows in the dim light, the rise and fall of her chest as she breathes heavily. Her pink nipples harden in the air.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper, my fingers tracing the curve of her breast. She shivers under my touch, her back arching off the bed. I lean down, pressing kisses along her collarbone, savoring the taste of her skin.
As I continue to explore her body with licks and kisses, her hands move to my pants, fumbling with the buttons. I help her, my movements quick and desperate. When we’re finally free of our clothes, I take a moment to look at her, to let the reality of this moment sink in.
But then I notice her blushing, her eyes darting away. I gently lift her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze.
“Is this the first time you’ve ever seen a man undressed?” I ask softly.
She nods jerkily, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. “I–I only touched James over the pants,” she stammers out. “I’ve never actually seen a man naked.”
A growl escapes me at the thought of her being with anyone else. I plan on finding out who this James person is and killing him myself. “You’re only mine ,” I say possessively, the words coming out more forcefully than I intended.
I guide her hand to me, groaning with pleasure as her fingers encircle my cock. The feel of her touch, tentative but curious, sends a wave of desire through me. “Like this,” I murmur, guiding her movements, my voice thick with need.
Her eyes widen as she feels the length and hardness of me, her breath catching in her throat. “Rork,” she whispers, her voice trembling, “I didn’t realize…”
I capture her lips again, silencing her with a kiss that’s both gentle and demanding. “It’s okay,” I murmur against her lips. “Just let yourself feel.”
I continue to guide her hand, savoring the sensation of her touch, and despite the pain in my chest, the pleasure is overwhelming. Her touch is hesitant at first, but she quickly grows more confident, her movements becoming surer, more deliberate. I let out a low moan, my hips instinctively thrusting up to meet her touch.
The sensation is incredible, the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced. I fist the bedsheets, my knuckles turning white from the strain as I struggle to keep control. The pleasure is overwhelming, and I can feel the pressure building, coiling tighter and tighter in my core.
“Bianca,” I groan, my voice strained. “You’re driving me crazy.”
She smiles, a shy but pleased expression crossing her face. “Good,” she whispers. “Because you’re driving me crazy too.”
Her hand moves faster, her grip firmer, and I can’t hold back the sound of pleasure that escapes me. My hips move of their own accord, thrusting into her hand, seeking more of the exquisite friction. The room is filled with the sound of our mingled breaths and the rustle of the sheets.
Just as I feel myself teetering on the edge of release, I stop her, panting heavily. “Wait,” I gasp, pulling her hand away despite the protest of my body. “I need to be inside you.”
Without another word, I roll on top of her, positioning myself between her thighs. Her eyes widen in anticipation, and I take a moment to look at her, to let the reality of this moment sink in.
“Are you sure?” I ask, my voice husky. “We can stop if you want.”
As much as it would kill me, I would stop if she wasn’t comfortable. She’s an innocent, and her first time should be when she’s ready.
But she shakes her head, her eyes filled with determination. “I’m sure. I want this. I want you.”
I nod, entering her slowly, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. Her eyes flutter closed, her lips parting in a silent gasp as I move carefully, trying to be as gentle as possible despite the overwhelming desire coursing through me.
Her nails grip my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. “Rork,” she breathes, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain, “Please, don’t stop.”
I press a kiss to her forehead, then her lips, as I begin to move, finding a rhythm that seems to drive us both to the brink. The room is filled with our mingled moans and the sound of our bodies moving together. Every thrust, every touch, brings us closer to the edge.
“Rork!” she cries out, her voice breathy. “I’m–I’m?—”
She cries out, her body tightening around me as I let myself go, finding my own release in the heat of her embrace. We collapse together, our bodies spent, our breaths coming in ragged gasps.
For a long moment, we just lie there, tangled in each other, our hearts pounding in unison. I press a gentle kiss to her temple, whispering her name.
“Bianca,” I murmur, my voice filled with a tenderness I hadn’t known I was capable of as I stroke her damp hair. “You’re mine now.”
I pull her close, knowing that despite everything, despite the revenge and the pain, I’ve found something real, something worth holding onto.
And I’m not going to let it go.