“What the hell?” he ground out, gaping down at me like he wasn’t sure if I was insane or just an apparition of Mother Mary herself. “Are you a virgin?”
That was the last thing I’d expected him to ask. I mean, surely with all the fumbling Craig had done, he’d managed to take that tiny piece of flesh away?
But nope. Apparently Craig hadn’t even managed to do the decency of makingthisless mortifying.
I covered my face with my hand, and tilted my head to the side. Refusing, physically, to answer.
His fingers grabbed my chin, though, and he urged me to look at him, swatting my hand away as he did. “Aoife,” he ground out. “Are you, or are you not, a fucking virgin?”
For a second, my mouth quivered.
How had this gone from the sexiest thing I’d ever done tothis?
It was almost as bad as trying to dissuade Craig from penetrating my urethra. Assuring him that, nope, that particular hole was not about to get any damn bigger.
Yeah.
That was how mortified I felt.
Because I couldn’t speak, I dipped my chin.
A flood of curses escaped his mouth, but what stunned the hell out of me even more was the glitter in his gaze.
He stared at me for endless seconds, his eyes trained on mine, refusing to let me look away, almost like he was the predator and I, as his prey, needed to know just who was in charge here.
My boobs shook with my heavy breaths and my body was strung up with the intensity of the sensations coursing through me.
His cock was there, in me, but not. So close, but not. And the way he looked at me, the way his nostrils were flared like some sort of stallion ready to mount a mare in heat? I wasn’t sure whether I liked it or wanted to run screaming from the room.
Then, he thrust into me, and the word that escaped his lips seared itself to my eardrums. It ricocheted through my body. Rattling around inside my skull because even though it was only one simple word, it made no sense.
“Mine,” he whispered as he pushed into me. I released a sharp scream as he finally forged all the way inside me, the pain and pleasure was so intense, I didn’t know where it began and ended, whereIbegan andheended.
Then, he grated it.
Mine.
And he pulled out of me.
Then, he grunted it.
Mine.
And he thrust into me.
He repeated it again and again, a one-word litany as he fucked me. Hard.
He didn’t take my virgin state into consideration, and that was actuallymoreconsideration than I could have asked for.
For some stupid reason, I didn’t want him to treat me like I was a delicate flower. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to fuck that word into me.
His?
I wasn’t his.
And yet, as he screwed me, as he fucked me hard, long, and wet, a part of me would always be his, and I knew that like I knew my face in the mirror.