Chapter Four #3
“Give me more,” she whispers, sliding her fingers over my ribs, stroking my chest before wrapping her arms around my neck. “Show me more…Daddy.” The word is said so shyly that it fucking drives me out of my damn mind. I freeze for half a second, my pulse kicking harder.
“Yeah?” I growl, gripping her hip. “You like calling me that, little bird?”
Her cheeks flush. Fuck.
“Say it again.” I demand, guiding my cock to her slippery sex and pressing the tip to her entrance. I fight the urge to slam forward and lose myself in her completely. It would serve me well to remember that she’s a virgin and I’m her first, a fact that should help me take things slow...
Except it does the opposite.
It calls to the possessive part of me. The part that wants to claim her as mine. To possess every inch of her until I’m the first and last man she’ll ever want. The only man that’ll ever touch her.
Mine.
“Beau,” she whimpers, gripping my shoulders when I push an inch into her tightness. When she tenses, I stop and lean down to kiss her slowly until she relaxes around me and begins to move with me, rolling her hips against mine. “Beau...”
“I know, baby,” I rasp against her lips, our breaths mingling together. “You feel so good, you have no fucking idea.” I slide an arm beneath her hips to steady her before pushing deeper, easing past the thin wall of her innocence and into her tight pussy. “Fuuuuck... Fucking hell!”
“Oh!” she cries out, nails digging into my shoulder as she tightens her grip. “Oh, you’re so big, Daddy. Oh, God!”
Fuck. The word nearly undoes me.
She’s so tight, impossibly so. The way she clenches around my hard cock takes every ounce of willpower I have not to lose control. My balls threaten to explode, begging for the sweet release only she can give me. I ignore all that, pushing back to look at that beautiful face.
“Talk to me, little bird. Are you okay?”
“I think so,” she says in a quick rush of breath. She bites into her lower lip and shifts her hips slightly against mine. “Yeah, I’m okay.”
I brush my lips over hers as I begin to rock gently into her. “Tell me if it gets too much, baby,” I pant, fighting the urge to lose myself completely.
“Christ, you’re so fucking tight,” I grind out, dropping a hand between us and stroking her clit as my thrusts become less controlled. “Tell me if I lose control and need to slow down.”
“Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“S-slow down,” she moans, arching into me as I strum her clit in slow circles in time with my thrusts. “Don’t slow down...it feels...” Her hands drop to my hip, urging me forward. “More. I want more, Daddy!”
So I give her exactly what she asks for.
I abandon the last of my restraint as I start hammering into her, my thrusts growing more desperate with every passing second Her hands tighten around me, her body sliding against mine as I grind into her, stroking my cock into her pulsing pussy.
“Beau,” she sobs as her thighs begin to tremble around me. “I’m...oh God, it feels...”
“I know,” I groan, burying my face in her neck as I rock harder into her, the hand between her legs stroking her clit faster and harder, shoving her right off the edge.
She orgasms with a scream, her pussy cinching hard around me seconds before my own climax bursts through my entire body. Her sobs echo my own pleasured groans as her pussy releases moisture around my pumping cock as I pour my seed into her.
My brain is fried to bits, and yet, the voice is back, claiming ownership over her. Reminding me how it’s never been this way with anyone before. Ever.
But I push that voice back, capturing her mouth in a rough kiss and losing myself in her as I hold her close, unwilling to let the moment end. I collapse against her, my ears ringing and vision swimming.
“Oh, wow,” she pants into my ear, her hands falling weakly off my shoulders.
I turn my head to look at her and, once again, I am struck by her beauty. “How are you feeling?” I ask, stroking my hand over her face and brushing away strands of hair clinging to her skin. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No,” she hums, turning her face to mine and looking at me so that I’m staring into those stunning blue eyes of hers. “Is it always like this? Sex?”
“Not always,” I say gently, stroking a hand over her cheek. “It’s only this good when it’s with the right person.”
Her smile lights up her entire face, and I realize it’s the first one I’ve seen on her since we met. It elevates her beauty, and I feel a twinge in my chest, one that calls for me to do everything in my power to keep that smile on her face.
“You’re so beautiful, Rosalie,” I say, brushing my lips over hers, but pulling back before it can deepen.
I sit up, then wrap my arms under her hips, plucking her off the bed and carrying her into the en suite.
We’re wet and sticky, in desperate need of a bath, but more than that, I want her wrapped in my scent, carrying the smell of my soap on her skin.
But she’s not mine.
I try to reason with the voice in my head. Rosalie can’t be mine. When all this is over, she’ll return to her life and I will remain in this wilderness, far from anyone else.
Alone.
It’s the only way this thing between us can end.