Elowen
I didn’t even have the luxury to react before his hot mouth came down on mine. My eyes widened. How did things get to this point?
In the next second, my back was pressed against the cold wall as his tall, muscular frame trapped me.
I tried to push him away, but his grip on my neck tightened. Looking up into his face, God, I had to agree he was definitely attractive. Dark silky hair that covered his forehead, long dark lashes that looked so sexy.
I shook my head, trying to get rid of his distracting features. What audacity does this asshole think he has to kiss me out of nowhere?
I shoved against his chest, meaning to put some distance between us.
“Stop,” I whispered, glaring at him with every ounce of irritation I could muster.
The word came out weak. Far weaker than I intended.
A faint smile touched his lips. “I told you you’d bear the consequences.”
His lips brushed mine again, and my resolve cracked a little.
I need to push him harder. I shouldn’t give in.
I don’t know this dude. Why should I kiss a total stranger?
His hungry lips crushed down onto mine, firmly capturing my lips in an extremely devouring and passionate manner. A moan escaped my lips. Shit. And that’s how my resolve went down the drain.
My fingers slowly curled into his shirt. The pleasure of feeling his mouth against mine as his tongue slowly slipped between my lips, requesting entry into the hot, wet depths of my mouth, made me feel alive. My lips parted invitingly as if they had a mind of their own, knowing abundantly well to give the jerk a welcome invitation. What has he done to me?
The heat and taste of his kiss filled my mouth as he groaned softly, and our tongues mingled and ground against each other. He’d just started kissing me, but it already felt like my entire body was ready to melt in his embrace.
His large frame trapped me against the wall as he pressed his hips against mine. I could feel the distinct hard outline of his arousal pressing against my belly.
He sucked on my lower lip before nibbling on it seductively, while at the same time his large hands began stroking my waist before dipping down to caress my hips. I was a panting mess when he finally broke the kiss.
“Come upstairs with me,” he murmured against my ear, his voice low and rough.
That should have been enough to pull me back. A small stubborn voice broke through the haze clouding my mind. We were literally just arguing minutes ago. Minutes, Elowen.
I pulled back slightly, my breath uneven. “We were just arguing right now,” I said, as if slowly coming back to reality. “What are you doing to me?”
His eyes searched mine, slow and unreadable, like he was enjoying the way I was unraveling.
“Nothing you’re not letting me do,” he replied simply.
My chest tightened. “No,” I shook my head quickly, forcing distance between us. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”
My tone sounded firm, but it didn’t feel firm.
Taking a deep breath, I tried to step back. He didn’t let me. His arm was suddenly around me again.
And then—
Everything tilted.
The ground, my thoughts, my balance. Before I could process it, I wasn’t standing anymore. I was swept off my feet, suddenly feeling an unfamiliar heat surround me.
I was in his arms. My arms secured tightly around his neck to keep from falling.
“Hey—what in the world do you think you are doing??”
“Relax, blondie,” he said calmly, as he carried me up effortlessly. Like I weighed nothing at all.
I should’ve fought harder. Why didn’t I? I’m freaking disappointed at myself right now.
The world blurred past in fragments of hallway light and shadow until the door I recognized came into view.
He carried me to the room from earlier. My stomach dropped the moment I realized.
“No,” I breathed. “Why did—”
The words died when he set me down gently on the bed.
“Now,” he started. “Where were we?”
“….” Is it too late to stop this here and now?
I opened my mouth to say something, but his lips shut me up.
Desire swelled in my lower belly. I was so drawn into this hot kiss that it felt like I was drowning in a whirlpool. He screamed danger, but I was too tempted by the charm that oozed out of him to the point where I was willing to ignore the warning signs.
He suddenly buried his face into the side of my neck before placing kisses and bites against my sensitive skin. I cried out loudly at the pleasure of his lips kissing, sucking, and biting softly on the side of my neck. A thought came to me. So this was how hickeys appear on one’s body. This was the love bite I’d heard about and felt so disgusted seeing them on people’s skin.
Lewd sucking sounds echoed close to my ears and made me moan ecstatically.
It’s beyond believable that a guy I’d just met less than half an hour ago could bring me to such heights of pleasure like this. No one, not even my ex-boyfriend, has ever taken me on such a pleasurable roller coaster.
I’ve never felt the need to have sex with anyone before because I thought—and still think—that no one among the boys I’ve met in my life truly deserved it. But with Zephyr… what is it about him that made me dump all my rules down the trash?
His large hands roved around my body, teasing the sides of my hips before slowly sliding upwards until he cupped both of my breasts in his hands.
“Ahh….” I moaned from pure bliss, feeling ecstatic when his cock twitched at the sound of my voice.
For the life of me, I couldn’t hold back my moans of pleasure, and it felt like there was no need for me to.
His lips captured mine again, swallowing my lewd moans into his mouth before he thrust his tongue deeply into the wet depths of my mouth, and the way his tongue moved against mine was so enticing my legs felt like jelly. I had to wrap them around his waist, feeling extraordinarily bold.
I, Elowen Vale, was having my first one-night stand ever. The thought that I would never get to see this dude again made it seem like it didn’t matter what he thought of me; I felt so brave and so liberated.
As if he could tell that I was enjoying myself, his actions becoming bolder. He used one hand to hold me up like I was some sort of weightless feather, while the other hand was busy setting my body on fire. It pulled up the lower part of my soft sundress, passed my panties and down into my wetness. He twirled my folds between his fingertips in circular motions while I threw my head back and moaned like an animal in heat. It was clear that he knew how to pleasure a woman, and I never knew that sex could feel this good. His hands molded against my bud. I looked down to see the way his fingers twirled in circular motion like an expert.
“Ahh… Ahh…” I moaned at the intense jolts of pleasure that flooded my body and began accumulating in a hot wet mess between my legs.
This was my first time reaching this extent or being teased this way by a guy. The pleasure he made me feel was so much better than anything that I had ever experienced before. I wanted more of him as the heat of my lust fogged up my mind and judgment. I could feel my pussy getting so hot and so wet as another gush of wetness spurted out of my love hole onto his fingers. My hips wouldn’t stop moving as I ground my throbbing pussy against his palm.
He chuckled. “I see how much you really want this, don’t you?”
“Yes, please. Please…”
I spread my legs further apart.
“You’re very wet. You’re completely drenched down here,” he commented as his fingers stroked my wet.
It felt so pleasurable, but at the same time, it made me yearn for even more. I wanted to feel his fingers inside me, shockingly enough.
“Please, touch me,” I pleaded sweetly as I thrust my pussy against his exploring fingers.
“Where do you want me to touch you?” he asked with a mischievous glint in his gray eyes.
“Please, touch me here,” I said as I took his hand and slowly guided his fingers inside me. I moaned deliriously when I felt the heat of his fingers caressing my wet hole directly. But he was still teasing me.
“Do you like it?” he asked.
I was already in cloud nine, and all I could do was nod.
“No, sweetheart, you have to do better than that.” His fingers pushed into my wetness, and damn, that had me arching my back. “So I will ask again, do you like it?”
I nodded again and again before replying, “Yes… yes. I love it!”
I couldn’t believe how strange my voice sounded. So unfamiliar.
“Good girl.” He chuckled again. “Wait until I get my cock inside you.”
My eyes widened. Had the moment arrived already?
“Will it hurt?” I asked calmly, staring into his eyes.
I remembered all the conversations with my friends — the dramatic stories, the warnings, the nervous laughter when they talked about their first time.
Yeah, it hurts at first.
That was what most of them had said.
And now that I was actually here, so close to giving myself to someone for the first time, those words echoed loudly in my head. I wondered if I was truly ready for that kind of pain. If I’d tense up. If I’d panic halfway through.
I wanted him. I knew that much. My body reacted for the first time to every touch, every kiss from a guy. A total stranger at that. But fear still sat heavily in my chest beside the desire.
What if it hurt more than I expected?
I swallowed nervously, trying to calm the upcoming storm inside me while my fingers held onto him a little tighter. Part of me wanted to stop and think longer, while another part wanted to trust him, trust myself, and finally understand what everyone always talked about.
Due to my inner turmoil, I hadn’t realized that he’d stopped touching me. His eyes were on my fingers, which held onto his.
“Will… will what hurt?” he asked.
My eyes lowered to his erect cock. “Uhm… you inside me. I haven’t… Oh my God, this is so embarrassing.”
“You’ve never been fucked?” he finished my statement for me. Clear disbelief was evident in his tone.
I bit my lip and nodded. His blue pupils narrowed, and a fleeting emotion flashed in them, but before I could understand it, he blinked it away, and they were back to normal, as if it had all been an illusion.
He breathed deeply as he closed his eyes, looking as though he was counting to ten.
When he opened them again, he seemed angry, even though his face was, again, indecipherable. I just felt it.
I was shocked by his reaction. I didn’t expect it to be this way.
“Tell me… why is a young and beautiful girl like you still untouched?”
I blinked. I really didn’t know what to answer him, so I turned my eyes away from his and said the most logical thing I could think of.
“Because I haven’t met the right one.”
“Wha—” He sounded speechless.
“Yes, no one I came across felt right. Not even my ex-boyfriend.” To be honest, that was just the half-truth.
On my mum’s deathbed, she had made me promise one thing, and that was to never give away my virginity until I reached the right age and met someone my heart acknowledged as THE ONE.
“And what makes you think that it’s the right decision to go all in with me? Clearly, you just met me.”
He disengaged from me and sat on the bed.
Yeah, what was it about him that made me want to break my promise to my own mother?
“I… I…” My brain couldn’t form a single sentence with all twenty-six letters of the alphabet. Sitting up, I wrapped the bedsheet around my shoulders, covering my entire body, then proceeded to look around the room. Anywhere but his face.
Zephyr shook his head in disbelief upon realizing my silence. He stood up and dressed himself, then turned to look at me.
“You must be a foolish girl,” he finally said after a long while.
My head snapped toward his face, my eyes burning. Did he just say that to me? Did he just refer to me as foolish?
I was shocked to the marrow, and the only thing I could bring myself to do was chuckle at his words.
I really do not blame him. I’m at fault. If only I’d stayed back at home instead of succumbing to my best friend’s advice about coming out, this wouldn’t have happened.
I wouldn’t have met him in the first place.
I felt a part of the bed sink in.
“Look,” he started, then stopped. He stood up from the bed again, his gaze not meeting mine.
“I will be on my way now,” he said.
“Why are you suddenly acting this way? How—”
He cut in, lifting his head up. His gaze again met mine, looking more emotionless than I’d seen all night.
“I don’t do virgins.”
The words landed so flat, so casual, that for a second I thought I’d heard him wrong.
“What?”
“I said I don’t do virgins, blondie. Especially foolish ones.”
“What—”
My stomach dropped so hard it felt like my body had forgotten how to sit still. For a moment, I just stared at him. Lost for words. Not because he rejected me, but because of how effortlessly he did it, making sure to insult me painfully at the end.
It felt like to him, I was nothing more than a passing mistake he had already decided wasn’t worth his time.
The worst part was that a few minutes ago, I had so desperately let myself want him.
Heat crawled up my neck. Pure humiliation followed right behind it. Sharp and unforgiving.
I should have pushed against him when he tried to kiss me. I should not have let him near me at all.
“How dare you call me foolish? Why would you say something like that?” I asked quietly, my voice tighter than I intended.
His jaw flexed, but he didn’t answer.
That silence annoyed me more than anything. Of course he wouldn’t answer. Why did I expect that he would?
A bitter laugh slipped out of me as I pulled the sheet tighter around myself, as if it could somehow fix what I had just done.
Stupid. I felt so stupid. Not because of him. Because of me. Me.
I had let a stranger get under my skin in less than an hour of meeting him. I kissed him back. I had reacted like every other girl he was probably used to.
I wasn’t any other girl. Why did I succumb to such a lifestyle tonight?
No wonder he called me foolish.
I pressed my lips together, my jaw tightening. He had no right to call me that. I won’t let this slide.
Guys like him didn’t take you seriously if you give them a single inch. And I had practically handed him everything.
My pride burned hotter than the embarrassment now.
“I hate you for this,” I muttered under my breath.
His gaze lifted slightly. “Good.” He stood there looking calm and so unaffected. “Let’s keep it that way.”
He turned and left.
My fingers curled into the sheet. My eyes glaring at his back. One thought settled with dangerous clarity.
I HATE HIM!