Chapter 9

Completely, utterly lost in the heat of him, in the unbearable tension that had been building between them for months—

And now, it snapped.

Her mind spun, body trembling as she felt the slow, deliberate motion of his fingers—

His hand sliding down, gripping the hem of her underwear—

Pulling it aside.

A whimper escaped her lips, high-pitched and helpless, her breath caught in her throat as reality blurred into something dark, sinful, and irreversible.

She should stop this.

She should move.

She should—

The sound of his zipper lowering sent a sharp, electric pulse straight to her core.

She barely had time to process, barely had time to breathe, before she felt it—

Him.

Thick, hot, pressing against her entrance, the bare tip teasing, stretching, claiming.

Her mouth parted, a shaky gasp leaving her—

And then—

He pushed in.

A sharp, blinding mix of pleasure and pain tore through her as her body gave way, as he buried himself deep, seating himself fully inside her with one unyielding thrust.

She screamed.

Not just from the pain—

But from the sheer, overwhelming intensity of it all.

The stretch. The heat. The way her walls clenched tightly around him, trying to accommodate his size, his thickness, the impossible fullness forcing her body to take him.

She dug her nails into his shoulders, her head tipping back as her senses blazed, white-hot and consuming.

Tears pricked her eyes, her body conflicted, lost, a mix of unbearable pain and undeniable pleasure ripping through her like a storm.

She was completely his now.

And there was no going back.

Her breath was ragged, her body trembling against him as the shock of it ripped through her.

Pain. Pleasure. A fire too big to contain.

She barely had time to process the full weight of what had just happened when his grip on her tightened.

And then—his voice.

Low. Huskier than ever.

"You're a virgin?"

She could barely nod, her fingers digging into his shoulders, trying to ground herself in reality.

The realization hit him fast, his body tensing beneath her.

His breath came out in a slow exhale, as if he were trying to keep himself in check.

"I was going to take this slow," he murmured, his hands brushing over her hips, fingers curling slightly, possessive—dangerous.

And then—his green eyes darkened, something primal flickering in them.

"But that…" His voice dropped lower, rougher, hungrier.

"That's too damn hot."

Her pulse jumped, her stomach twisting at the way he said it—

At the way he looked at her now.

Like he was seeing her for the first time.

Like she had just become something forbidden.

Something he had no intention of letting go.

It was too much.

Too intense. Too raw.

Too real.

She had lost control, they both had—moving against each other like they were caught in some unstoppable force, like they had been waiting for this all along.

It was loud. Desperate. Their bodies colliding with shameless hunger, the tension between them snapping into something wild and uncontrollable.

And then—

The peak hit.

Like fireworks bursting inside her, her vision going white, her body shattering around him as he groaned deeply, fingers digging into her hips, pulling her tighter as he reached his own high.

She came hard, her body convulsing, her mind barely able to keep up with the overwhelming pleasure.

And then—

Silence.

Her body was wrecked, her breathing uneven, her limbs useless as she lay slumped against him, her skin burning from where he had touched her, claimed her.

She couldn't think.

Couldn't process.

Her mind was too dazed, her body too weak to even move.

And then—

A low chuckle.

Deep. Amused. Sated.

Her head snapped up, still floating somewhere between reality and trance, barely able to focus as she saw him.

He was watching her, green eyes dark and knowing, lips curled into a smirk.

"You look like you don't even know what just happened."

Her mouth opened, but nothing came out.

Because he was right.

She didn't.

She had no idea how to comprehend this.

What it meant.

What they were now.

All she knew was that she couldn't move.

And that he was still inside her.

Dinner was forgotten.

Time itself seemed to blur as they gave in—completely, shamelessly, recklessly.

She didn't fight it.

Didn't stop herself from melting into him, from giving in to the heat, from losing every last shred of control she thought she had left.

Because the moment she caught her breath, the moment she felt him still inside her, still hard, still hungry, she knew—

This wasn't over.

And neither of them wanted it to be.

He shifted beneath her, his hands gripping her hips with ease, fingers digging into her skin, holding her in place.

"Again," he murmured, voice hoarse, dark with something primal.

She gasped as he thrust upward, the friction sending a shock of electric pleasure through her spine.

Her nails dragged across his shoulders, her body arching, head tipping back as he filled her again—slow, deep, deliberate.

And then—faster.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Their bodies slammed together, slick with sweat, the heat between them relentless.

There was no room for thought, no space for hesitation—

Only pleasure.

Only need.

Only the sound of skin against skin, his deep groans mingling with her cries, her voice raw and breathless as he took her apart over and over again.

She barely knew where she ended and he began—his hands gripping her tighter, her legs wrapped around him, his mouth trailing along her throat, his breath hot against her skin.

She shattered again, her body convulsing, her walls tightening around him as she came harder than before, her voice breaking in a helpless, breathless moan.

But he wasn't done.

Not even close.

He flipped her onto her back, pinning her down, his mouth ghosting over her lips before murmuring, "You can take more."

And then he proved it.

He drove into her again, forcing another sharp cry from her throat, her nails clawing at his back as he pushed her beyond sanity.

Her body gave way, surrendering, breaking, molding to him, to the way he moved, the way he claimed her, the way he devoured her like she was his only reason for breathing.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Until she had no voice left.

Until she had no strength to move.

Until her body was ruined, trembling, limp beneath him, her heart pounding, her vision hazy—

Her entire world reduced to this.

Him.

Only him.