Chapter 48: FIRST TIME

Chapter 62: FIRST TIME I knew after this there was no going back.

But I did not care.

Better me than them.

She did and I positioned myself at her entrance, feeling her wetness coating me. I pushed forward gently, just the tip breaching her.

She shrieked and her hands flew to my shoulders, nails digging in. "Ryker it hurts. It hurts."

She smiled despite the pain, the expression shaky. "No."

"Just bite on something," I told her.

Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes and every protective instinct I did not know I possessed screamed at me to pull out, to stop hurting her.

She shook her head violently. "No. Keep going."

If I moved too fast I would not last and I wanted to last, wanted this moment to stretch out because once it was over everything would change.

I lowered my head to her breast and took her nipple into my mouth, sucking and licking while I continued the slow rhythm. Her body started responding, wetness building despite the pain, her hips relaxing into the mattress.

The sound went straight through me and I switched to her other breast, giving it the same attention while I thrust into her a little deeper, pace increasing slightly.

"Does it hurt that much?" I asked, pulling back to look at her face.

"With time it gets better," I promised.

I smirked. "Trust me Amaris, there is much more. I am just taking it slow considering this is your first time."

"Can I go a little faster?" I needed her permission, needed to know she was ready.

"Uhhhnnn, uhmmm," she whimpered.

Her tight walls clenched around me and I knew I would not last much longer, could feel my release building at the base of my spine. My body started shaking and I pulled out quickly, my cum spilling onto her stomach in hot spurts while I groaned through the orgasm.

"Wow," I managed after my brain started working again.

I laughed despite myself. "I told you not to say ejaculation."

I smiled and leaned down to kiss her briefly. "Call it sperm, semen, cum. Anything but ejaculation."

"Let’s get you cleaned up," I announced, reaching for her.

I stood close to her, watching water run through her hair and down her body, and noticed her gaze had lowered to the floor.

Guilt.

She shook her head. "No, I don’t."

"Your father," she whispered.

She looked up at me, confusion written all over her face. "Sleep with me?"

The confusion deepened. "Do you think I would have let you have me first if your father was going to have me?"

"I am," she confirmed. "But he is going to use artificial insemination."

My father was not going to touch her, was not going to claim her, was not going to know that I had gotten there first.

I stared at her dripping wet under the shower spray.

"Yes," she answered, still looking at me with those trusting amber eyes that made me want to punch something.

Of course Corvin would not touch her.

All this was for nothing.

Without saying another word I walked out of the shower.

I ignored her and grabbed my clothes from where they were scattered across her floor, pulling them on with jerky movements. My hands shook and I could not tell if it was from anger.

She stood in the bathroom doorway with water dripping from her hair and down her naked body, tears streaming down her face mixing with the shower water. Realization was dawning across her expression, understanding settling into those amber eyes as she put together exactly why I had done this.

Not because the mate bond meant something to me.

And now that reason did not even exist.

I could not look at her anymore, could not stand seeing my own cruelty reflected in her face. I turned and walked toward the door, my hand already on the handle.

I paused but did not turn around because if I looked at her crying I might do something stupid like stay or apologize.

I said nothing.

I stood in the hallway for a moment listening to her cry on the other side, listening to the sound of her heart breaking because of something I did.