He kisses me until we're both breathless before he finally pulls his head back from mine and begins trailing kisses down my jaw and along my throat. He licks and sucks on my neck, and I know it's going to leave marks on me, but in this moment, I don't care. All I care about is how good his lips feel against my hot skin.
He carries me over to the desk where he swipes everything off it with one big swoop of his arm before laying me gently on it.
I gasp as he rips my top off me and then hurries to pull down my leggings and panties in one fell swoop, flinging them to the side. A growl rumbles up out of him as his eyes rake over my body, drinking me in greedily. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
I shudder under his intense gaze, my nipples pebbling, but then I'm arching up into him whenever his mouth falls onto my breast and suckles it. Fire floods to my already swollen clit, and I arch up against him, seeking something. I don’t know what, only that whatever it is, he can give it to me.
As if he senses what I need, his hand moves over my stomach to the juncture between my thighs. He rubs me in small circles. “So wet for me,” he whispers against my breast. “Don’t worry. I’m going to give you everything you need, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you, angel princess,” he promises as he kisses his way over my stomach and then settles in between my legs.
He holds my thighs open and looks up at me as he laps at my folds. My head immediately falls back on a moan at the wonderful sensation, and I wonder why I fought this for so long. Warren won’t hurt me. I think I always knew that deep down. He may be the devil to everyone else, but he’s different with me. I'm his angel, and he worships me with his mouth, kissing me just as passionately there as he did my other lips.
When he suctions onto my pearly nub and begins flicking his tongue over it rhythmically, I fist my fingers in his hair and strain against him as pleasure unlike anything I've ever felt courses through me.
“Warren!” I gasp out.
“Yes, that's it, angel,” he encourages me. “Let me taste your heaven.”
He presses one probing finger into me while he sucks hard on my clit, and that's what does it.
I fall apart underneath him, screaming out my release.
“Fuck, I can't wait. Got to have you now, sweet baby,” he says urgently as he quickly shucks off his shirt and pulls down his pants. His enormous erection springs free, and I see the moisture dripping down the side of it in a steady stream. The tip is swollen and angry looking.
He kisses me as he lines himself up with my hole. Before I even get a chance to tell him I'm a virgin, he slams his hips into me, breaking the barrier of my virginity.
I scream out and clutch up against him, my nails digging into his back like a feral cat. He groans deep in the back of his throat as he slides into my tight channel and pulls back slightly to look down at me with a look of questioning amazement on his face.
“Are you a virgin?” he growls.
I nod, a blush rising to my cheeks as I fight for breath, the intense pressure of him stretching me still stinging.
He holds himself still inside me, his jaw taut. The pain begins to fade away as Warren curses, “Fuck, Faith. Fuck.” The muscles in his neck are taut, but he leans down to drop reverent kisses on my face.
“Only mine,” he whispers, and I feel his cock jerk within me. I don't know if he's speaking to me or himself or maybe both of us, but I let his possessive words wash over me.
He pulls back slightly to stare into my eyes as he starts moving inside me gently. I moan as the pain fades away and turns into pleasure.
He kisses me again—deeply and slowly this time. “I’m going to fuck this little virgin pussy raw and make it mine, baby. All mine,” he tells me as he picks up the pace.
His dirty talk sends a flood of moisture rushing between my legs, and he groans when he feels it.
“Fuck, Faith, you like the way the devil’s claiming you? You want me to fuck my cum deep inside your pretty little pussy? You need me to fuck it raw and dirty, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I moan out, my muscles clenching at his words. Holy shit. I can’t believe how much hearing those words in his growly, possessive voice turns me on.
He doesn’t stop there, though. “You want me to breed you?” he goes on. He’s huffing and puffing now as he saws his cock in and out of me. “You want me to fill you up with my babies?”
“Oh god!” I grit out. It's totally irresponsible for us to be having sex without a condom, and I'm not sure I want kids right now, but hearing him talk about breeding me is turning me on to no end. In this moment, I want exactly that.
“Look at me, Faith,” he tells me as he continues to pump his hips against me. His eyes are wild as he growls, “I'm going to put a baby in you, and then I'm going to put a ring on that finger and you're not ever going to run from me again. Do you understand me? You belong to me.”
“Yes!” I moan. I’d agree with him if he told me the sky was green right now. I’m too far gone in the pleasure he’s giving me.
“Who do you belong to?” he prompts me.
“You!”
“Say my name,” he orders me.