I’m thinking about tearing off those pants, shredding the fabric, then throwing her onto the bed and pushing open her thighs. I bet her young slit is drenched, all sticky and glistening, begging for me to bring my heaving cock to her.
“Yes,” she says, then bites her lip like she wishes she could take it back.
Or like she’sholdingsomething back.
“What is it?”
I take a step away from her, close my eyes, and breathe in softly.
“It’s nothing,” she says.
When I open my eyes, she’s turned away, staring out the window.
“It’s not nothing.”
“It’s just...I told you about the cult.”
I smirk. “Well, you yelled it, but I know what you mean.”
She smiles briefly, a ray of light, then sighs. “Well, they were super weird about...stuff, you know, that sort of stuff.”
“Intimate stuff?” I ask with a slight grin.
And then the grin trembles, threatening to become a wolf baring its teeth.
“Yes,” she says. “It was horrible. So basically, I’m saying I’m a virgin.”
My cock gives a twitch, my helm engorging.
My balls swell as the word clashes in my mind,virgin, making my muscles bulge.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
“Is that a bad thing?” she asks, a note of defensiveness in her voice.
“No,” I growl. “It means I get to show you, Ruby, how fucking sexy you are. I’m the only one who gets your sweet, wet pussy.”
Her eyes widen, even more, and her lips tremble. “Stop it,” she whispers. “I’m not...that. I’ve never been that.”
“You are,” I say firmly. “You’re so sexy I can barely take it. I’m rock-hard right now, just looking at you. I’m on edge. You heard my voice change. And my eyes, I can feel them....”
She bites her lip and nods. “They’re on fire. So you really don’t care that I’m a virgin?”
“If you say that word again, I’m going to snap, Ruby.”
Her lips shape a playful smile. There’s such a clash of emotions there, but bravery wins out. She reminds me of the way she looks at the gym, standing up straight, proud even if she’s nervous.
Human. Mine.
“I’ve got something that willreallyfreak you out, then.”
I laugh, but she’s acting like this is a game. Like I’m not going to change.
But we’re both too caught up in each other. It’s the lust dancing between us, getting hotter and more difficult to resist every single moment. She can sense it, and maybe she enjoys this a little bit, my woman, the power she has over me.
“Tell me,” I whisper, voice trembling.
“I shouldn’t,” she mutters. “Should I?”