Chapter 114: Are you Virgin?
Aylin’s breath caught. Her heart raced so fast she thought it might break a rib. No one had ever touched her like this. No hand had ever come down with such purpose. No guy had ever whispered dirty promises in her ear. The way his voice carried that raw edge, commanding and intense, sent a mix of fear and warmth swirling in her stomach. What was going to happen next? What if she couldn’t keep up? The uncertainty freaked her out even as her core reacted traitorously.
"I won’t stop spanking your ass until you remember what I said."
Panic took over her. She blurted out the words all in a rush, her voice shaking. "Zayden! Stop, okay, fine! You said... if I didn’t say I love you, you’d... you’d take my stubbornness away."
She hadn’t really let herself think about it until tonight.
He paused, his big hand resting on the curve of her denim-clad backside, feeling her slight shiver. His voice softened a bit. "That’s my girl. Now... let’s see how stubborn you really are."
In an instant, he flipped her onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head against the cool silk. His body hovered over hers, heat coming off him, those blue eyes taking in every bit of her flushed face.
"You’re wearing way too much for what I have in mind," he said, his voice thick with want.
Aylin was still in her travel-worn clothes: dark jeans hugging her curves, a soft black turtleneck fitting her just right, and knee-high leather boots zipped up tight. Practical. Incognito. Safe. Until now. Under his intense gaze, those clothes felt like flimsy armor he was about to take off.
He let go of one of her wrists, his fingers trailing down her arm slowly, making her skin tingle. Then both hands gripped the hem of her turtleneck, pulling it up, inch by slow inch, exposing her smooth stomach.
She instinctively crossed her arms over her chest when the fabric moved past her bra, trying to cover up. Her golden-brown eyes darted away, her cheeks heating up.
Zayden gently tightened his grip on her wrists. "No." His voice was firm, almost reverent. "Don’t hide from me, Aylin. You’re beautiful. Let me see you."
Her breath hitched. Slowly, she let her arms fall to her sides.
He pulled the turtleneck completely off and threw it aside. Her long, wavy golden-brown hair spilled over the black silk like molten gold. He knelt back on his heels, just looking at her, his chest moving quickly, her nipples hard against the black lace, skin flushed from throat to collarbone.
"Fuck," he breathed. "Perfect."
He moved on to her boots next, the slow sound of the zipper echoing in the air. As the leather came off, her slim calves and delicate ankles were revealed. His fingers brushed the sensitive spot just behind her knee, making her squirm and letting out a soft whimper.
"Getting a bit impatient?" he joked, smirking at how she reacted.
"You’re... taking so long," she said, her voice quiet and breathy.
"Patience, hacker girl. I want to enjoy every moment of peeling away what’s mine," he replied, his eyes sparkling playfully.
Then came her jeans. The button popped, and he slowly pulled down the zipper. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and smoothly slid down both the jeans and her black lace panties in one go. The fabric snagged a little at her thighs before finally coming off completely.
Now, she was bare.
Instinctively, her hands flew to cover herself again. He caught her wrists, pinning them gently beside her head.
"Eyes on me," he ordered softly. "You’re stunning. Every inch. Don’t you dare hide."
Tears of vulnerability pricked her eyes, but she held his gaze, golden-brown melting into piercing blue.
He shed his tuxedo in seconds, jacket, vest, shirt, belt, trousers, until he stood gloriously naked, every hard line carved in shadow and low light.
He settled between her thighs, forearms braced so his chest brushed hers with every breath. He guided himself to her entrance, rubbing the thick head against her slick heat in slow circles.
Aylin whimpered, hips jerking.
He pressed forward, just the tip, and froze.
"Fuck," he groaned, voice strangled. "You’re so tight... are you a virgin?"
Her eyes fluttered shut, a broken moan spilling out at the stretch. "Yeah..."
"Really?" Another shallow thrust, sinking another inch. His whole body was locked with restraint. "Oh fuck... this is sweet. So fucking tight, baby..."
He moved again, slow, careful rolls, savoring every tight inch. "Why? How old are you? I don’t even know..."
Tears gathered at her lashes, pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. "Ahh... twenty... twenty-five..."
His rhythm stuttered. Forehead dropped to hers. "Twenty-five and no one’s ever been inside you?"
She nodded, biting her lip as another deep stroke made her toes curl. "Never... trusted anyone... Zayden, ahh—"
"Jesus." He groaned like it was a prayer. "All this time untouched... and you’re giving it to me."
He hitched her leg higher, sank deeper. The new angle drew a sharp cry from her throat.
"You feel that?" he rasped. "Every inch of you gripping me like you were made for this. For me."
"Yes, yours—" Words dissolved into whimpers.
He sucked a mark below her ear. "Twenty-four... fuck, baby, you have no idea what that does to me."
"Faster... please..."
The leash snapped.
He fucked into her with purpose, deep, relentless strokes rocking the headboard. Each thrust dragged fresh sobs from her. The initial sting had melted into overwhelming, building pleasure; her body stretched, accommodated, craved.
"Gonna ruin you for anyone else," he panted. "No one else gets this. No one else gets you."
"Only you... only ever you..."
He kissed her, messy, claiming, swallowing her cries.
When she started fluttering around him, tightening wildly, he growled against her ear.
"Come for me, baby. Come all over the cock that just took your first."
She broke apart, her back arching, a broken scream escaping her throat. Tears ran down her cheeks as waves of pleasure hit her.
He pushed through it, then buried himself deep, finishing with a low groan, spilling inside her.
They collapsed, sweaty, shaking, and tangled up together.
