After seconds passed and the rain continued to pour, she heard movement and expected Damon to have left, bored.
Opening her eyes, she turned to find him walking toward her with purpose. She stayed perfectly still, not sure what he was doing.
He reached her, banded an arm around her waist, then sank his hand into her hair and slammed his lips down on hers.
She moaned but didn’t kiss him back. This was their first kiss. She’d been with him two weeks, and this was their first official kiss. With her hands at her sides, she wasn’t sure what to do.
“Kiss me back,” he said, seeming to know the answer to all of life’s important questions.
She tentatively pressed against him, her tongue sliding out to touch his. It was all the invitation he needed as he plundered her mouth, deepening the kiss. He swallowed down her whimper.
As suddenly as the kiss started, Damon released her, but he didn’t go far. His hands went to her shirt and Holly found herself tugging at his expensive business suit. Buttons sprayed, fabric tore under their combined need.
Within seconds, Damon had her on the sodden ground, the smell of the earth surrounding them.
His hard cock pressed against her core, and she gasped, tensing up. Holly didn’t know when they’d gone from kissing to him about to take her.
In slow motion, he pressed one hand to the ground beside her head, reaching between them. The hard tip of his cock slid between her slit, bumping her clit. Instant pleasure hit her, only for her to freeze as he slid the tip down, going to her entrance.
She hadn’t told him she was a virgin.
Ever since she turned eighteen, she’d seen lots of sex, knew all about it, but never took a mate or a male. No one had ever even talked to her the way Damon did, let alone slept with her.
In one hard thrust, Holly knew it was going to hurt, what she didn’t realize was exactly how painful. She screamed, digging her nails against his shoulders, trying to push him away.
Damon stilled. “You’re a virgin.”
Tears filled her eyes as she looked at him. With a jerk of her head, she nodded at him, and this time, he cursed.
Heat filled her cheeks as she watched him. She saw the anger and the upset, knowing deep down it was all her fault.
Damon pressed his head against hers. He wasn’t all the way inside her. The dull ache was still there, capturing her breath with every single second that passed.
He cupped her cheek. “Look at me.”
She opened her eyes, and he slammed his lips down on hers, kissing her. He didn’t move, just kissed her hard and passionately.
Holly removed her nails from his flesh and kissed him back, releasing a little moan as he nipped at her lips.
The pain had lessened. There was a discomfort.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“A woman’s first time is always going to be painful. Nothing you do is going to change that.”
He released a growl, which awakened her need. Her pussy tightened, and Damon took her hands, pressing her against the ground as he started to slide in and out of her. There was no rush to his movements. Slow and steady. Taking his time.
Holly’s arousal returned as he worked her pussy, stroking her harder, and she began to feel heat filling her body.
“Fuck!” Damon pounded inside her, no longer going slowly.
She loved the feel of his cock as he took her, working in and out hard and fast, not treating her like broken glass, but having her. He let go of her hands to grasp her hips. The sheer force of his grip would leave bruises tomorrow.
She was so close to orgasm, but Damon found his release first. His cock pulsed his cum inside her as she watched him ride out the wave of his orgasm. She enjoyed seeing him come apart when she knelt between his spread thighs. There was something hypnotic about watching him. Damon didn’t hold anything back. He let go completely.
He finished his release but he further surprised her as he pulled out of her, causing her to wince.
He held her ass, lifting her, and then his tongue teased across her clit.
Holly didn’t think she’d be able to come, but under his tutelage, he surprised her by getting her close and tipping her into an orgasm, leaving her screaming.
He kissed her clit and lowered her down to the ground. His cum had already leaked out of her pussy, dripping down to her anus.
Silence fell between them.
The rain pelted their flesh, and Damon shocked her by lifting her in his arms.
She released a scream, wrapping her arms around him, holding on for dear life as he carried her naked through to the house. “Damon, put me down. You don’t need to carry me. I can walk.”
He refused to release her.
His body was pure muscle, and there was no getting him to do what he didn’t want to.
She had no choice but to stay within his arms as he carried her up to his en-suite bathroom. Holly was getting more used to showering in his en-suite than in her own.
He placed her on the lid of the toilet seat, and she watched him as he started to run a bath, adding some salts and testing the water.
Damon turned off the tap and grabbed her, plunging her into the warm water.
She broke the surface, blowing out bubbles only to feel his fingers wrapped around her neck. This wasn’t playful.
He was angry. “Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?”
Was he angry about being her first? It was strange as she thought men liked being a woman’s first.
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A virgin.
Damon couldn’t believe it, and yet all the signs had been there if only he’d looked. She’d always said no man had ever touched her. He figured she exaggerated a little. How could a woman so fucking sexy and curvy be a virgin?
It made no sense.
Holly grabbed his wrist. Fear flashed in her eyes with the way they widened. He didn’t care.
“You’re angry?”
“Of course, I’m angry. This changes everything.”
“It changes nothing. It’s not like you gave me any ifs or buts when you told me you wanted to use me as a fuck toy!” She glared at him.
Damn it. She really pushed him.
He had no intention of hurting her. “You should have said something.”
“Because it’s easy to break in that little tidbit of information. Hi, Damon, yeah, I’ll totally fuck you so my family and pack can have a safe home, but please be warned, I’m a virgin.” She made her voice high-pitched before dropping it to its normal tone. “Like it would have made any difference.”
“How?”
“What?”
“How are you still a virgin?”
“I haven’t had sex with anyone. It’s the standard way.”
He was tempted to scare her a little more, to squeeze her neck, but instead, he pulled back to glare at her. He wrapped his fingers around the back of her neck. “Don’t be a smartass with me.”
“It’s all I know.”
“I will spank your ass if you keep it up.”
She chuckled. “Most men would be happy to be a woman’s first time.”
“Oh, I’m happy, Holly. Believe me, knowing my dick is red with virgin blood, it makes me so fucking happy. But you do know what this means, don’t you?”
“It means nothing.”
“It means you’re mine. There was a use-by date on your ass but there isn’t anymore. You will belong to me completely.”