Chapter Twenty-One
Iris
Lurching to his feet, he keeps me flush against his front as I wrap my legs around his waist. Our mouths don’t stop kissing, desperate and greedy for each other.
A normal for us.
Nothing is ever enough.
“Hurry, Kian,” I whine, as he starts moving and takes us inside the cabin. “You’ve made me wait long enough.”
“The wait is over, Rainbow,” he growls, biting and licking my lips. “You haven’t seen how insatiable and demanding I can be. You’ll be lucky if I let you crawl out of bed this week.”
“God! Yes!”
He climbs the stairs while I caress him everywhere I can reach with my tongue and hands. I tear open the buttons of his shirt to the middle of his ripped abdomen and part the placket until the beautiful ink is visible.
“I love my name on you,” I purr, running my fingertips over it. Goosebumps rise on his flesh. Inching down, I taste it with my lips, pressing soft kisses. A shudder rocks him when I trail my mouth to his flat nipple and flick it with my tongue.
“Goddamn it, Iris!” His grip on my ass is biting.
I don’t stop, tracing to the other nipple and sucking it lightly. He even tastes like dark chocolate. Just as I graze the tip with my teeth, he yanks my mouth away. Slamming me against the wall the second we step on the landing of the top floor, his angry mouth descends on mine.
I open mine wide to let his tongue invade. He kisses me so filthily and indecently that I create an embarrassing mess between my thighs. I futilely thrust against his erection, craving friction. But I’m held immobile.
Pulling my bottom lip between his teeth, he tugs until I whimper. Nipping it harshly before letting it go with a pop, he taunts, “Such a horny little virgin.”
“I am,” I cry out, trying to move my hips. “So much. Just take me. Right here. I don’t care.”
“I’ll make the ache go away,” he coos, licking a wet path down my throat and collarbone.
“We have our entire lives for me to fuck you filthy and rough, Iris. But I will not rush tonight. I’ve been dying for this night where I fuck you for the first time.
I’m not going to do it in a hallway. My girl deserves so much more. ”
My bones liquefy hearing him say those words. Bringing him closer with a hand behind his head, I kiss him softly. “Okay.”
His eyes heat at my submissive tone. “Such a good girl, my Iris.”
A full-body shudder rocks me to my core at his praise.
Holding my trembling limbs, he pushes off the wall and walks down the hallway. Instead of going to the bedroom, he stops before the locked room. Dropping me to the floor and caging me against the door with my back to his front, I feel him reach inside his jeans pocket.
He fishes out a small key, which he puts inside the lock and twists. The click makes my pulse skip a beat, heightening my curiosity. Slowly, he pushes against the wooden frame and nudges me inside.
The breath escapes my mouth in an audible rush. I become weak in the knees as I realize just how wrong I was about what is lying behind this door.
The entire master bedroom is aglow with candles in every corner, while a four-poster bed sits in the middle, decorated with rose petals on the white cotton sheets—a pretty contrast against the dark wooden headboard built into the wall.
My stomach hollows out as warm breath gusts along my collarbone before I feel the press of Kian’s soft lips.
Skimming his hands down my arms, he intertwines our fingers.
Against the shell of my ear, he rasps, “I want to make your first time special and unforgettable, Iris. I’m going to take my time worshipping every gorgeous inch of you.
Then, I’ll make love to you, slow and sweet as I look into your eyes.
I can’t wait to be your one and only, while you become my last.”
Twisting around in his hold, our lips lock again as we meet halfway.
No rushing. No aggression.
Only passion between two souls becoming one.
Picking me up, he walks us deeper into the room and sets me down near the foot of the bed. I’m breathing heavily in anticipation as he pulls back.
Capturing my wrists, he raises them to his chest. “Take off my clothes, Rainbow. Keep your eyes on me the whole time.”
I get a head rush at his command. Without wasting a second, I pop open the rest of the buttons without looking away. My rhythm falters when his hands don’t stay idle either and reach for the tie behind my neck.
He unknots it in a flash.
My fingers twist in his shirt as the dress cascades down to my waist, baring my breasts. They shake due to my choppy breaths. The feral way he eyes them ignites a sharp ache in my nipples. Yet he doesn’t touch them.
I loosen my death grip and remove his shirt, letting it slip to the floor. Unlike him, I roam my palms over the planes and valleys of his chest and abs.
“Eyes, little siren,” he tsks.
My toes curl as I trail my fingers down the happy trail of hair disappearing into his waistband. His fist tightens in my strands as I unbutton his jeans and unzip him. The noise is as loud as my pulse. I swallow nervously, feeling how thick and swollen he is.
“I’ll go slow,” he hums.
It takes me two tries before I’m able to push his jeans off. He steps out of them until he’s gloriously naked and towering over me. Our size difference is even more pronounced and intimidating without any barriers.
It unnerves me in an intoxicating way.
Desire coils in my belly, knowing he could break me, but I know he never will.
I arch my back when he finally puts his hands on me the way I’ve been craving. Brushing my nipples, he hooks his fingers in my dress bunched around my waist and drags it off me with one sharp tug.
The scent of arousal sticking to my inner thighs permeates the air, making his nostrils flare and eyes darken.
Caressing the back of his knuckles down my crimson cheek, he murmurs, “You’ve been wet the entire day, haven’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Enough to take every inch of my cock?”
He may fuck me slow and sweet; however, there’s no taming his filthy mouth.
“I-I don’t know,” I whisper.
“So, no.” With a predatory look, he backs me against the bed until my knees smack against the edge. Lifting me around the waist, he deposits me on the soft mattress. “Lie back.”
The velvety petals on the sheets tease my spine as I obey him. I’m splayed vulnerably with every inch of me on display, yet his metallic gaze doesn’t stray from mine.
“What am I going to claim tonight, Rainbow?”
“My pussy.”
“Who owns it?”
“You, Kian.”
“Did you get on the pill?”
“No,” I lie, hoping to look convincing. It’s not just him who needs the fantasy. I do too. With the threats looming over our heads, I don’t want to get pregnant until they pass. So, I decided to get on birth control, even though it went against everything I wanted.
Kian’s shoulders pull taut as he watches my expression for a beat. Tilting his head, he says low, “Guess we’ll find out soon enough since I plan to keep your pussy filled with my cum day and night.”
“Is that supposed to scare me?”
A slow smirk spreads across his lips. “Like you aren’t terrified enough of my cock?”
Fuck! I am.
Am I going to pass out like I do every time he fucks my throat? Is it going to be the same every time I take him in my pussy?
Why does that excite me?
Licking my dry lips, I remind him, “You said you’d go slow, Kian.”
“I will,” he promises, before his voice drops an octave. “Only the first time. Until I eradicate all your fears. You’ll fit all of me. Even better, you’ll love every second of it.”
“I know.”
“Spread your legs wide.”
Bending my knees, I part my thighs as far as they can go. It’s how he likes it. My pussy crudely on display.
Like the night he saw me naked for the first time at his apartment, he stares between the apex of my thighs raptly. Unlike then, I don’t have the urge to hide. I keep still with my eyes fixed on his angular face, letting him have his fill.
He comes closer and crawls onto the bed.
“You’re not drenched enough, baby.”
“No?” My tone is sultry. “I feel plenty wet.”
His lustful pupils snap to mine. “It would be plenty if I were going to stretch your cunt with my fingers first, which I’m not.
I want to feel you stretch open for me around my cock until I’m buried to the hilt.
When I pull out, I want to see your blood painting my shaft.
So no, Iris, you aren’t plenty wet. You’re not even close. ”
My bravado falters, even as my thighs press together.
Kian wrenches them apart and fits his broad shoulders between them. “Watch me as I make you a soaked mess.”
I rise on my elbows just as his mouth latches onto my clit, lapping at it teasingly. The wicked sight and the sensation force a fresh wave of arousal to stream out of me. “Ahh! Yes.”
“That’s it. Drip for me.”
He rolls around the little nub in slow and torturous circles that drive me wild.
He uses my weakness against me to do his bidding.
His strokes are short and precise enough not to let me come over his tongue.
I’m mindless and disoriented, as I keep dripping to no avail.
He’s purposely doing this and I want to yell, even as I know it’s for my benefit.
His cock is a beast.
A long and thick monstrosity.
I’m the na?ve little prey who claimed it as hers.
“K-Kian, let me come,” I plead, pushing against his mouth.
He pins my thighs down. “Only around my cock.”
Lifting his head a fraction, he spits onto my pussy, letting it trickle to my opening. Satisfied with the sopping mess he’s left me, his lips kiss up my stomach.
Licking, biting, tasting.
I am so bloody lost in him that it isn’t until I’m flat on my back with his mouth latched onto my nipple that I notice the mirror on the ceiling.
Our reflection is straight out of an erotic painting.
His large and muscular body obscures every part of me except for my shoulders and flushed face while he plays with my breasts. His corded thighs tangled with my legs. His round ass pinning my hips down while his fingers thread through my hair.
I can’t take my eyes off us as I stare at the way pleasure blooms on my face when he licks my puckered nipple before sucking it with the perfect pressure. The heat of his mouth causing my lips to part on a moan.
My nipple throbs when he frees it to stare down at me with desire and need. Angling his head, his glistening lips fuse with mine, making me taste my arousal. Pulling away, he commands, “Keep your pretty eyes on me, Rainbow. Don’t close them, no matter how much you may want to.”
“I won’t.” I want to be in the moment as we join for the first time.
“Lock your legs around my hips.” Leaning up on one elbow, he pushes his other arm between our bodies to grab his length and rub the head in my juices. It momentarily distracts me with the silken pleasure.
I curl my fingers around his shoulders as he aims the broad crown against my opening, inhaling nervously.
His lips brush over my trembling ones, whispering, “Relax for me.”
He pushes.
I tense a little.
He expects it and keeps applying pressure, coaxing my body to open for him. I bite the corner of my lip, trying to keep my breathing even. But when his tip breaches me just a tad, I clamp up at the burn.
“K-Kian,” I whimper.
Withdrawing, he slides his shaft between my slit, stroking and rubbing until I sigh.
Nudging my pussy again, he thrusts forward.
A little harder than earlier. My body fights the intrusion.
Kian keeps going, stretching my hole around his dickhead.
It’s so much bigger than having my own fingers inside me.
I feel my walls part for him, accepting the throbbing tip.
“Oh god!” I heave.
Bringing his other arm up to rest beside my head, he cages me in while peering at me tenderly. Shifting his legs, he spreads me wide using them and drives his hips forward. I exhale roughly as he slides another inch and stops.
“You good?” he asks thickly.
I nod for him to keep going.
Brushing his lips over mine, he thrusts with force. I hiss, digging my nails into his shoulders because it goes from uncomfortable to painful. I’m soaking the sheets, but it isn’t enough. His girth is too thick, as it keeps splitting my insides in two.
“K-Kian… It hurt-ts… Ahh!”
“I’m sorry, baby girl,” he murmurs, pausing again. “Shh… breathe.”
I gulp in air. Then let it out slowly.
“You’re doing so well,” he praises, kissing my bottom lip. “Such a good little girl. I’ll make you feel so good. Let me give you more.”
Pulling out to the tip, he plunges back one inch at a time, sliding deeper than before. It hurts just as bad. I buck underneath him, thrashing with nowhere to go.
He grits his teeth, reaching down to hook an arm under my knee to open me for his cock, which is drilling into me.
“Feel the burn, Iris. It’s your man claiming you. Feel how I’m stretching you, stealing your innocence,” he grunts, distracting me with filthy words over my cries. “You saved this virgin pussy for me. You wanted this. Craved it. Fucking chased it.”
“Ohh!” I clench around him. “How much more?”
He pants.
“Kian?” I sob, already at my limit. “H-how much mo—”
He tears through my barrier with a vicious stab of his hips.
I scream.
Yet he doesn’t stop.
His cock keeps spearing my pussy until I’m unbearably full. I hear him groan somewhere far away over the ringing in my ears. The pain between my thighs is never-ending, spreading to my other limbs as I shove and scratch at Kian’s back.
“I can’t… I can’t,” I chant incoherently.
“Yes, you can… You are,” he urges, licking the moisture on my cheek. “The worst is over. I’m almost there, little siren. Just a little more.”
Fuck!
Any more and I’ll truly split in half.
“I told you,” I gasp as he angles his hips and thrusts. “That you won’t fit.”
“Look at me.”
I blink my wet eyelids open, unaware that I closed them. His magnetic eyes come into view, so intense that I involuntarily squeeze around him. His stubbled jaw clenches, making his gaze narrow into slits.
The muscles on his neck and shoulders strain and bulge. The veins along his neck are popping up as he exercises restraint. Kissing me softly and twirling his tongue with mine, he tones down his need before staring at me tenderly.
“I am deep inside you, Iris,” he says in a guttural tone. “We fit. Say it.”
“We fit,” I whisper.
Cradling the side of my face, he demands, “Ask me to slide in every inch.”
“Please give me every inch.”
Smashing his lips against mine, he buries himself to the hilt in one merciless thrust.
“Oh, Kian!”