CHAPTER 37: _ ALREADY HIS

Warning: Mature Content Ahead!

"Perfect. She’s so tight, so take her," Kairos groans in Darien’s head.

’Oh, dear friend, I plan on doing nothing less.’ Darien smirks inwardly before curling his finger inside of her until she gasps again, then adds a second, stretching her just enough to make her squirm. His mouth never leaves her breast, his tongue working her nipple in wet circles.

When her thighs tremble and her breaths come in broken gasps, he pulls back, sliding his fingers out only to hook them in her panties and drag the last scrap of clothing down her legs. He doesn’t toss them aside; he drops them carelessly over the edge of the bed like they’re never going back on.

Then, he kneels between her legs, looking at her like she’s the only thing he’s ever wanted, and maybe she is. "I’m going to ruin you for anyone else," he tells her, and there’s no jest in his tone... It’s a vow.

"What... what does that mean, Darien?" she asks.

"It means I’m going to take you now, Heidi. Do you want me to?"

"Y-yes. I do. I do."

"Have you ever done this before?"

There’s a pause. She seems skeptical about the answer. Darien nudges her by tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I need you to answer me, Heidi. I can’t do this without knowing."

She bites the inside of her cheek before saying, "Just once. I’ve done it once."

Once. That’s good enough. She’s already tasted it before. What’s to say she can’t taste it again? He wants to ask again if she knows that this doesn’t mean anything afterward. He wants to warn her not to expect anything from him... that whatever they do tonight goes with the night. However, he brushes it off.

Why should he when he can grip her hips, pull her to the edge of the bed, and line himself up? His chest heaves twice—then he pushes his hardened length inside her, savoring every inch until he’s buried to the hilt. Her gasp breaks into a moan, and his head falls forward, forehead resting against hers.

"Mine," he growls, and thrusts.

"Perfect. She’s so tight, so take her," Kairos groans in Darien’s head.

Oh, dear friend, I plan on doing nothing less. Darien’s smirk is pure sin, curving at the edge of his mouth as his fingers stroke her mercilessly. One curls deep inside her until she gasps again... then another joins, stretching her just enough to make her squirm and whimper. His mouth never leaves her breast, his tongue circling her nipple in slow, wet, maddening spirals before sucking hard enough to make her arch.

Her fingers fist in the sheets, thighs trembling around him. Every breath she takes is strained, every sound she makes feeds the raw, male hunger inside him. He pulls his fingers free and she whimpers at the loss, but he doesn’t give her time to plead.

Hooking his now super-wet fingers under the waistband of her panties, he drags the last scrap of modesty down her legs. The flimsy fabric snags briefly at her ankles before slipping free. He doesn’t toss them aside with care—he drops them over the edge of the bed like they’ll never belong to her again.

Kneeling between her parted thighs, he looks at her like a starving man staring down the only meal he’s ever wanted... and maybe she is.

"I’m going to ruin you for anyone else," he speaks into the heat between her legs, cupping her soft blond mons.

She’s got butterscotch hair, so he isn’t expecting her to be so blond underneath, but she is, and it only excites him more.

Her eyes widen. "What... what does that mean, Darien?"

"It means I’m going to take you now, Heidi. Do you want me to?"

Her chest rises and falls rapidly. "Y-yes. I do. I do."

"Have you ever done this before?"

She hesitates, and the uncertainty in her silence makes his jaw tighten. Darien reaches forward, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. His thumb lingers against her cheek.

"I need you to answer me, Heidi. I can’t do this without knowing."

Her teeth catch her lower lip before she murmurs, "Just once. I’ve done it once."

Once. That’s all. Enough to know what she’s giving him, enough to let him take more. He thinks of warning her, of telling her this night will end with the dawn, that she shouldn’t expect softness or favors from him. But the thought evaporates when his gaze dips to the greedy heat between her thighs.

Why waste breath when he can grip her hips, drag her to the edge of the bed, and line himself up instead? His chest heaves twice with anticipation, muscles drawn taut.

"Mine," he growls, then pushes forward, sinking his hardened length into her slowly until he’s buried to the hilt.

Her gasp breaks into a moan at the first penetration, and his head drops forward, forehead resting against hers. The tight, wet clasp of her around him is almost unbearable.

"Fuck, girl. You have no idea how electrical your pussy feels," he roars, voice roughened before he thrusts hard enough to make her gasp again.

Her hands fly to his shoulders, nails biting into the muscle there. "Darien..."

"You feel that?" His tone is gruff, his hips moving ruthlessly. "That’s me. All of me. Filling you so deep no one else will ever fit again."

She shudders, her breath stuttering out. "You’re... too much."

"You’ll take every inch," he says darkly, his lips dragging down her throat to her breast, where his mouth closes over her nipple again. His tongue flicks the tender skin there, then he sucks hard, pulling a strangled cry from her lips.

"B-bite me," she whispers, almost shocked at herself.

Heh... what a naughty kitten.

"As you wish..."

He bites enough to make her gasp and not hurt her, making her hips jerk up toward him. "God, you taste sweet everywhere," he murmurs against her skin. "I could eat you alive."

Her eyes are glassy. "Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop."

"I’m not stopping until you can’t walk straight," he promises, punctuating it with a deep, slow thrust that has her clinging to him desperately.

Her nails dig into his shoulders, sharp little half-moons marking him like she’s claiming him back.

"You..." she gasps between his thrusts.

He doesn’t give her time to form words. His hips draw back slowly before slamming further into her dripping cunt, forcing a gasp from her throat that melts into a broken moan. His hand slides up her ribcage, thumb grazing the swell of her breast before cupping it fully, fascinated with the soft roundness of it.

"Yes... Yes, make her lose it," Kairos rumbles in his head, needy and utterly shameless. "Don’t stop until she can’t remember her own name."

Darien’s lips pull back from her just enough to speak against her skin. "Tell me you love when I use you like this."

Her breath rises, and her thighs press in around him, as if trying to contain the onslaught of sensation. "I..." She swallows, cheeks flushed deep. "I... do."

That tiny, trembling admission drags a rudimentary satisfaction through him. "Louder," he orders, punctuating it with another hard thrust that has the bed creaking in protest. "Say it like you mean it."

"I do!" she cries out, voice breaking on the last word.

He rewards her with his mouth at her breast again, sucking hard, flicking his tongue in rapid strokes until she’s writhing beneath him. His free hand travels lower, brushing over her stomach, then down to where they’re joined. His thumb finds her clit, pressing it in tight circles while drawing shudder after shudder from her body.

"She’s perfect," Kairos all but whines. "Take everything she gives you—no, take more. Make her yours."

Her fingers clutch at his hair, dragging him up until their mouths meet. It’s not a sweet kiss that follows but all teeth and heat as her desperation feeds his own. He swallows her moan, devouring her like she’s air and he’s been suffocating for years.

When he pulls back just enough to speak, his words are rough against her lips. "You’re never walking away from this. From me. From us."

Her answer is another moan, but the way her hips meet his now is shameless and seeking. It also tells him she’s already his.