Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Anah swallowed hard as Ethan's harsh gaze captured hers.
"One last chance, Anah..." A part of him was hoping she would be the sane one between them and back out. Another part of him wished she would say no. But what he never expected was Anah biting her lip...just before locking her legs around his waist.
Chapter Fourteen
A whimper slipped past Anah's lips as Ethan suddenly hauled her into his arms. Her legs still locked around his waist, she barely had time to curl her arms around his neck as Ethan wordlessly carried her to his room. Every step was pleasure at its most tortuous form, with the way it caused her still-quivering folds to rub against his own belly. She could literally feel her womanhood leave a moist imprint against his taut muscles, and the knowledge had her face flaming in embarrassment.
"I'm making you wet—-"
"I'll make you even wetter," Ethan promised her thickly, and Anah was torn between laughing and wailing in further embarrassment. Thankfully, she was spared from the need to respond; they had finally made it to his bedroom, and she choked back a laugh when, as soon as he had laid her down on the bed, his fingers swiftly moved over her form to divest her of her clothing.
Her bra and her dress were on the wooden floor in mere seconds, and just like that she was naked, trembling, and aching under the hazel glitter of his gaze.
Anah's heart started pounding hard and fast as Ethan began to move. The bed dipped under his weight as he moved between her legs and slowly parted her thighs. She watched him reach for his erection and could only gulp as he started stroking himself. The head of his cock began to glisten with pre-cum, and the sight stirred her. Moisture began pooling between her legs one again, and Anah's fingers clawed at the sheets as Ethan started leaning down.
Pleasure like he had never known before gripped his body the moment he started sliding the length of his cock against Anah's silken folds. He hadn't meant to compare, but the difference was impossible to ignore. There was just something about his little Anah...something that made his need for her feel almost goddamn sacred even though he still craved to dirty her pussy and have it smeared with her virginal blood and his cum.
The thought alone had him shuddering, and at that point there was no turning back, no goddamn way for honor and conscience to persuade him to leave her untouched.
Ethan captured her gaze just as his hands curved around her thighs to pin her legs down. "I can't promise I'll be gentle," he grated out.
She shook her head. "I d-don't want you to be—-" Her voice broke off, Ethan taking her completely by surprise when he suddenly thrust his long, hard, thick cock inside of her.
Oh God.
She felt so incredibly stuffed all at once, the girth and length of his cock making her head spin. A part of her had expected him to wait for her to adjust to the newness of his possession, but it was as he warned her.
He wasn't going to be gentle.
And oh God, even if it was wrong, but she realized she hadn't been lying earlier.
She was glad he wasn't going to be gentle.
Ethan could barely hold on to his control as he watched Anah's expression flit back and forth between pain and pleasure. He had been pushing slowly but steadily into her, the thickness of his cock forcing her walls to expand, and when the head of his cock finally reached the barrier of her maidenhood—-
His muscles rippled and contracted.
And then he was plunging into the last unclaimed depths of her pussy, and a rough growl scratched out of his throat as he saw Anah's shocked expression the moment he breached her virginity. He felt her start to bleed, and when her lips parted, it was his name she cried out.
"Ethan."
And in his name, he could've fucking sworn he heard Anah begging for more—-
Fuuuuuuuck.
Ethan's fingers tightened around her thighs as he began thrusting in and out of her. "Anah."
He wanted to be gentle, dammit. But the way she was now writhing under him, her hips lifting up to meet his every thrust...
It was impossible, and his movements only became wilder and rougher.
Even the way she kept sobbing his name out was the most dangerous temptation, the sound blowing his sanity away until all that was left of him was an animal in heat.
"Ethan. Oh God, Ethan. Ethan. Ethan."
His hips pumped faster, his cock shoving harder and faster into her. He tried to make it last. He goddamn tried. But when he caught sight of her staring up at him, her dark, doll-like eyes still filled with so much love—-
A groan ripped out of him as the pressure inside of him reached a boiling point.
"Anah!"
He thrust hard into her one last time, grinding his cock against her pussy until she, too, was crying out, her body buckling against his as she reached her own orgasm.
And then he was moving again, Ethan unable to resist pistoning in and out of her even as his cock began shooting out cum into her pussy.
He tried desperately to make it last as he watched Anah shudder under him.
Her gaze collided with his again, and God, her eyes were still saying the same thing.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
And before he knew it, his cock, which was still buried in her pussy, once again started to stir. Anah felt it, too, and her gaze turned from hazy to incredulous and stunned in an instant. "E-Ethan?"
He answered her unspoken question by pulling out of her...only so he could flip her around and penetrate her from behind.
"Ethan!"
Anah struggled to grasp what was happening. Weren't men supposed to take a long time to recover? So how could Ethan be—-
Oh God!
All thoughts were forgotten as Ethan started pounding into her from
