Holding my gaze, he nudged my entrance and pressed in. I burned as he worked his way inside with shallow thrusts, whimpering from the pain. "Shh," he soothed me, reaching between us to touch my clit and add more pleasure to his possession.
It didn't ease the sting as he worked through my tender tissues, but it somehow combined with the pleasure. Turning it into something else entirely. He groaned as he pressed deeper, his hips finally connecting with my body to signal that he'd somehow fit inside me. He kissed me, a rough possession that contrasted with the slow way he retracted his hips and slid back inside me. Testing. Teasing.
Pushing the boundaries of what I could take. But as the sharp pain of losing my virginity faded to a hollow ache, I reached down and took his ass in my hands. My nails dug into the flesh there, driving him harder and deeper. He moaned into my mouth, giving me what I asked for. He struck the end of me, sending a jolt of pain through me.
It horrified me to like it. It appalled me to know that what I'd always suspected lived inside me was truly there.
He took me in slow, hard drives as I wrapped my legs around his waist and opened myself to him further. His hand slipped out from between us, abandoning my clit to get deeper inside me.
I felt him everywhere.
His lips left mine, one of his hands supporting him on the bed and the other wrapping around the back of my neck to hold me still while his thrusts turned punishing, and he drew a gasp from me with every single one.
It hurt, but it felt so fucking good.
I grabbed the back of his head, holding him tight to me as he fucked me. With his eyes on mine, staring straight into me, there was nothing but him.
Nothing but his eyes on mine and him moving inside me.
"Fuck," he groaned through gritted teeth. "Fucking come, Princesa," he ordered, grinding his pubic bone against me with a roll of his hips.
I did, convulsing around him as my vision went white, and his deep groans filled my ears as his thrusts turned unpredictable and wild. He fucked me like he hated me. Until his length twitched inside me while he exploded into his own climax.
I fought for breath, my lungs heaving underneath Rafe where he'd collapsed on top of me.
I stared at the ceiling as he kissed my cheek, reality intruding as I came back down from the high of two orgasms.
What in the fuck had I done?
* * *
Rafe rolled off me finally, standing to discard the condom. I lay there, wondering what I was supposed to do.
A one-night stand was not the way to lose my virginity. Not wanting to overstay my welcome, I waited until he emerged from the bathroom and kept my eyes on the floor as I hurried into it myself.
I cleaned myself up, washed my hands and resisted the urge to splash cold water on my face. The last thing I needed to do was look like a raccoon when I did my walk of shame and made my way back down to the party to hope Hugo and Chloe hadn't gone back to our hotel yet.
When I opened the door, Rafe sat on the bed. He hadn't bothered to put on clothes, lounging comfortably in his space. I averted my eyes with a shy smile, looking around the floor to see if I could find my bathing suit. When I found the bottoms, I picked them up off the floor and cursed the fact that he'd untied the strings.
"Come to bed, Princesa," he said, drawing my eyes when he chuckled.
"That's not necessary. I should get back before my friends worry." I tried not to let the words sound bitter, but I already knew sleeping with him had been a mistake. He'd set the bar too high, and I feared no other man could compete.
It wasn't enough he was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen, but he had to make losing my virginity a pleasurable experience too.
"So call them," he said, handing me his cell phone off the nightstand. I'd left mine with the front desk at the hotel for safekeeping. I took the phone, staring down at it dumbly. Sleek and black, I'd never seen a phone with seamless edges. It was like something out of a science fiction movie.
"That's okay," I said, handing it back to him. It was only another reminder of just how far apart our worlds were. This had been for one night.
The night was over.
"I should go. I don't want to overstay my welcome." He sighed, standing and prowling toward me. He again reminded me of a panther, moving through the inky darkness in the room like it was his to control.
Like a phantom. A nightmare come to life.
And I never wanted to wake up.
My breath caught with the comparison of the man I remembered from my drugged dream, Rafe’s touch as he cupped my cheek driving that uneasy feeling higher. "I want you to stay." His thumb grazed the skin under my left eye, a gentle caress that felt more intimate after the things he'd done to me.
"Okay," I whispered, typing out a quick text to Chloe's number and handing him the phone back.
He took my hand, soothing the frayed edges of my soul as he guided me to the bed. He pulled me into his side, letting me lean my head against his chest as a pillow, and folded me into his arms.
Something in me settled. Something about him was familiar.
Like coming home after a lifetime away.