Chapter Sixty-Three
Helios
Jesus fucking Christ.
Those tits. Her hips. Her shaved cunt. How damn long I’d waited for this. I didn’t just need to fuck her.
I needed to goddamn claim my woman.
But first, she needed to hear the fucking truth.
She already knew I was all about control.
The woman had handed over her agency to me years ago.
I fucking lived for it. We both did. She knew the fucking extent of my dominance outside the bedroom.
Now she’d had a taste of what she was in for inside the bedroom.
But I knew before she’d fucking said it that she was gonna be insecure about my past and her virginity.
So I laid it all out. “One. I have never let a woman undress me. You have that first. Two. I got my apadravya eight years ago. Initial hardware was the one I have in now. Later, I sized down in gauge to the one on the counter.” Gripping her hair, getting in her face so she heard me, I gave her the true fucking first she was gonna get from me.
“Three, and most fucking important. No woman’s ever gotten my pierced cock. ”
The flush that spread across her face was brighter than the fucking sunrise this morning, but I needed to make damn sure she got me. “I haven’t been without hardware since I got pierced. You fucking feel me now?”
Giving me those amber eyes that were heated to pure fucking whiskey, looking up at me like I’d gifted her the goddamn world, this woman wrecked me.
Then she nodded.
I slammed my mouth over hers, sank my tongue inside, and kissed the hell out of her as I picked her up and carried her into her bedroom.
Laying her out on her bed, then coming down on top of her, I gripped the back of her neck and gave her real. “I didn’t feel a totally intact hymen when I fingered you, but you’re fucking tight, Haven. Once I sink inside you, I’m gonna come. Lube that cunt with my seed. Then I’m going to fuck you.”
“You’re going to… twice?”
“Tonight, I’m gonna fuck you twice.” Tomorrow, I’d negotiate.
Depending on how sore she was. “You’re not on birth control.
” Eight years of stalking, I knew her medical history.
What I didn’t know was when the hell she’d had her last cycle.
The woman hadn’t bought tampons since before she’d started working out with me and running five days a week. “When was your last period?”
“I’m not really sure.” Her voice dipped, and her gaze dropped. “I—I’m nervous.”
“Eyes on me,” I ordered.
She looked back up.
I grasped her face. “Clarify.”
“What if I’m not good enough? For you?”
“Woman.” I’d just told her I was gonna bareback her—when I’ve never fucking rawdogged it before—and her only concern was that she wouldn’t be good enough?
Jesus. I kissed her once. “Not fucking possible.” Stroking my cock over her desire, sliding against her folds, I groaned.
“You feel how hard I am for you? Do you know what kind of chemistry we have? How fucking rare it is?”
Face flushed with need but expression apprehensive as hell, she shook her head and whispered, “No.”
Desire, innocence, trust. She was my perfect trifecta.
One I’d almost missed out on because I’d never given any woman a piece of me.
I was Delta. Locked down and locked in, one step ahead, I was a fucking vault.
No one touched me—until I’d found her in that fucking bunker. I’d been on a mission ever since.
Now I finally fucking had her under me, and she was about to unleash the beast. “I’m a caged animal, and you’re picking the lock, woman.” She had no idea what my cock was gonna do to her. “Trust me. You’re perfect.” We were gonna detonate together.
Her blush intensified, hijacking her voice. “And if it hurts too much?”
“Then I give you a breather. But not gonna lie to you, Haven. You’re tight as fuck.
I felt that resistance when my fingers were inside you.
It’s going to hurt, and I’m gonna savor the hell out of this, but I don’t have any intention of making a meal out of tearing you up.
I want to make you detonate, not keep you in pain.
That said, you’ve got one shot at giving up your virginity.
I get one chance at taking it. I’m making damn sure we both fucking feel it.
” She needed to know exactly who she belonged to.
“What if—”
“Got a whole lifetime to hash out dynamics. Not asking you to be a consensual rag doll. But goddamn, woman, your brand of submission? Fuck, there’s nothing sweeter.
So you’re gonna give me that trust now, Haven.
” Needing to fuck her, wanting her out of her head, I stroked my hardware over her clit.
“Hear my voice, woman.” Grazing my teeth over that sensitive spot on her neck, rubbing through her folds, I slicked the head of my cock with her desire. “Fucking feel me.”
Arching into me, head falling back, she moaned. “Helios.”
“That’s it, sweetheart.” Fisting myself, I lined up. “Fucking love that sweet submission.” Sinking a hand into her gold hair, palming the back of her neck with the other, I gave her one last command. “Give me those amber eyes, Haven.”
My woman glanced up. Then she looked at me like I hung the fucking sun.
I didn’t savor it.
I fucking took it.
I stole her virginity and made it mine with a single thrust.
Her cry filled the whole damn bedroom, and Jesus fucking Christ, I was feeling it.
Tight, hot. So fucking perfect.
My lungs went AWOL, my balls drew up, and I was a goddamn animal.
Come. Now.
Fucking rut.
Fill her with my seed.
With her cry still echoing in my head, her hands fisted in my hair, her body tensed under mine, I stroked deep and gave her exactly what I’d promised.
I fucking came.
Eight goddamn years pumped inside her, and I roared like a fucking king. “You feel that, Haven? You fucking feel me now?”
Tears dripping down her cheeks, trembling, those lush thighs wrapped around my hips, she nodded. “Yes.”
Jesus. “You’re fucking perfect.” For once, I wanted her camera between us. But I wanted to take the fucking picture. Me. Her. Virginity gone. Those eyes. This woman. She lived in every damn space inside my head, and now I was inside her.
But she was crying harder. Silently.
I locked the fuck in. “I see you, sweetheart.” Kissing her mouth, her tears, I warned her what was coming. “Pulling out now, Haven.” Palm flat on her stomach, holding her down, I eased back.
She fucking flinched.
“You’re okay. I got you. Stay with me.” She grabbed my wrist with both hands. I kissed her forehead. “That’s it, sweetheart. You’re doing good. I’m gonna take that pain away in a second.”
“Helios.”
“Right here, Haven.” I fucking loved hearing her say my name like that. Raspy, whispered, needy. “Hang on.” Still hard as fuck, ready to fill her again, I eased all the way out.
Then I kissed my woman.
Deep, slow. I groaned into her mouth before pulling back and taking her face in both hands. Christ. She was so damn beautiful, my chest constricted. “You were perfect, Haven.” Fucking consumed, I had to remind myself to check in. “Scale of one to ten, how much pain are you in?”
She shook her head. “More like… sore.” Sucking in a breath, she shivered. “You’re just…” Closing her eyes, she exhaled on a moan. “So big.”
“Don’t stroke my ego yet, woman. I haven’t made you scream my name as you come.
” A smile hit, then I licked my way down her throat to her tits.
“And I still didn’t hear a number.” Sucking one of her nipples into my mouth, keeping my eyes on her, I dropped a hand to her soaked cunt, sank a finger inside, and felt for myself.
She jerked back.
“Just feeling how swollen you are, sweetheart.” Easing in and out once, then pushing my cum back inside her, I thumbed her clit and asked again. “Need a gauge, Haven. How sore are you?”
“Oh my God.”
“Not my name, woman, and not an answer. So we’re clear, I am fucking you again. I’m gonna make this sweet cunt milk the hell outta my cock as you come, but I need to know where you’re at before I go in rough.” I dragged my teeth across her hip bone and slowly pumped my finger.
Her cunt pulsed, her knees jerked up, and she bore down on me with a guttural groan.
I had my answer.
Shoving her thighs wide, I angled my shoulders between her legs, then latched on to her clit and sucked.
She shot up to a seated position and gripped two fistfuls of my hair.
I sank a second finger inside her and bit her clit.
She fucking screamed. Then she was coming.
I didn’t hesitate.
Shoving her onto her back in a fucking nanosecond, my cock already in hand, I fed my hardware past her opening. Then I came down on her hard and drove deep.
No holds barred, I fucked her. Demanding. Rough. Merciless.
I dominated. I took her agency. I learned her body. I gave her me.
I showed her us.
And fucking got off on every damn gasp, moan, and pleading cry that came out of her mouth as I worked her over.
But then I grabbed the back of her neck, brought her face to mine, and watched those whiskey eyes as I gave her gentle.
Slow and steady, using my hardware, hitting her G-spot, I gave my Haven an order. “Let go again, woman. Give me one more.”
“N-no, please,” she begged. “I can’t.”
“What’d I say about can’t?” I thumbed her engorged clit.
Her hips thrust into mine, and she let loose like an animal. “Ahhhh.”
“That’s it, woman.” I circled my thumb again. “Show me who you belong to.” I pinched her clit.
“Helios!”
She fucking detonated, and I fucking unloaded.
And kept unloading.
Balls deep, the head of my cock against her cervix, her cunt milking the absolute fuck out of me, I held her down until both of us stopped coming.
Then I palmed her throat. “Now you’re mine.” All goddamn mine.
Panting, face flushed, wearing my bite marks, she lifted a shaking hand and put her fingers against my lips.
Reading her loud and clear, giving her what she wanted, I kissed her.
Slow and gentle, using my mouth, tongue, and lips, I said every goddamn thing I needed this woman to hear as I ran my hands all over her sweet body.
Then I reluctantly eased out of her tight heat.
Half my release followed, but she didn’t flinch.
I rolled onto my back, slid an arm under her head, and brought her to my side.
My woman melted into me.
Fucking content, I didn’t give a damn what tomorrow brought. Or why the hell my cell had been vibrating for the past half hour.
Fuck the world.
Haven was my axis. I’d slay whatever the hell came at us.
But later.
Now I was gonna hold my woman and listen to her fall asleep, then sack the fuck out. But first, I needed to check in.
I lifted my head to brush my lips against her temple and catch her expression, but she was already half asleep. “Woman.”
Eyes closed, curled up against me, she exhaled slowly. “Hmm?”
I fucking smirked. “You good?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Thought so.” Also thought about getting her washcloth number ten, and all the ways I could torture that needy clit while I wiped her cunt.
Better yet, get her in the shower and make her fall apart again.
But fuck, I didn’t want her clean. I wanted this.
My seed inside her. Our mess leaking out on her thighs.
Her waking up tomorrow, knowing exactly where I’d been. Fuck, I wanted that.
But my woman wasn’t used to sex. Yet. “How’s that sweet cunt feel full of my cum?”
She shivered. Then she buried her face in my fucking armpit and inhaled. “You smell like home.”
“Christ, woman.” She smelled like mine. “Get up here and look at me.” I hauled her onto my chest, then cupped her face and took in those sexy, fuck-drunk whiskey eyes. “You good?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“You want me to grab you a washcloth or clean you up in the shower?”
Rubbing her thighs together, she blushed, then her voice barely fucking carried. “Neither.”
Yeah. This woman was so fucking mine. “Soul deep.”
She touched her fingers to my lips again.
I kissed her one more time.
Then I fit her back against me and issued an order. “Sleep, woman.”
“Helios,” she whispered, eyes already closed.
“Haven.”
Less than two minutes later, her breathing evened out.
I closed my eyes, and my cell vibrated again.
Ignoring it, I sacked the fuck out.