Chapter 36

As Kathy stood in the gentle hush of the bedroom, the world outside seemed distant—a soft, muted haze behind the closed curtain and securely locked balcony door. The evening lingered, thick with a subtle unease, her thoughts racing with imagined shadows on the balcony. She drew in a slow breath, trying to dismiss the unsettling notion of curious eyes peering in from the night.

Anthony’s presence was grounding, a familiar warmth in the quiet room. When his hand found the zipper and eased it down with a delicate motion, Kathy shivered—not from cold, but from the unexpected intimacy of touch. His lips brushed her neck, a fleeting, electric moment that made her startle and instinctively step away.

Her dress slipped from her shoulders, pooling soundlessly at her feet, leaving her standing in soft undergarments. For a brief heartbeat, time seemed to flutter—their laughter mingling with the gentle sounds of the house settling for the night. Kathy, cheeks tinged with color, looked to Anthony and found both playfulness and care in his gaze.

She wrapped her arms about herself, half-amused and half-embarrassed by the sudden vulnerability of the moment. Anthony picked up her dress, offering it back with a reassuring smile, and together they moved through the quiet rituals of preparing for sleep—closing out the world, settling into comfort, and letting the ordinary magic of trust replace the haunting, half-imagined fears.

Through the window, the muffled city lights blinked, secret and distant. Within the bedroom, Kathy found calm in the simple safety of shared laughter and gentle gestures, while the night outside held nothing more than shadows.

Kathy watched as he drew her near, kissed her, and gently caressed her skin.

"That's not fair, you're still wearing your formal wear when I'm only in my undergarments. Go and get changed."

“Alright,”

Kathy swiftly entered the bedroom, dove under the covers, removed her bra and panties, tossing them onto the floor, all while waiting for Anthony, as he entered the closet. Under the blanket, she was waiting for him in the bedroom where the light was off. She was naked, and he was only wearing boxer shorts. He got under the blanket near her, and she smiled and blushed as she looked at him.

“Anthony I have something to tell you,”

“Whatever is it’s. Can it wait until the morning?”

“No, it can’t. I want to give you something that is close to me,”

“Close to you,”

Max sighs within Anthony's mind, as Anthony doesn't understand Kathy's words.

For a moment, Anthony hesitated, uncertain, until the insistent voice in his mind interrupted the quiet. “Anthony, she is talking about her first time,” said Max, sounding both exasperated and protective. The words echoed, clearing away his confusion in a gentle rush.

Anthony blinked, realization dawning on his face as Max's words echoed in his mind. He turned gently toward Kathy, his expression softening with understanding.

"Wait, you really mean—this is your first time?" he asked quietly, his voice laced with a mixture of surprise and tenderness.

Kathy nodded, her cheeks still tinged with a rosy hue, but her gaze steadfast. "Yes," she whispered, her fingers nervously twisting the edge of the blanket. "I trust you, Anthony. I wanted you to know."

Anthony reached for her hand, squeezing it gently. "Thank you for telling me," he replied, his tone earnest. He brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, wanting to reassure her with his presence. "We'll take things as slowly as you want. What matters most to me is that you feel comfortable."

Kathy smiled, a sense of relief washing over her as she nestled closer, feeling safe in the warmth of his embrace. Together, they let the quiet moment linger, the trust between them growing deeper with every heartbeat.

“If anything, if you feel uncomfortable, we can stop,” said Anthony, his eyes searching hers for even the subtlest sign of hesitation. His thumb traced gentle circles on the back of her hand, grounding her at the moment.

Kathy’s lips curved into a tender smile, gratitude shimmering in her gaze. “Thank you,” she murmured softly, “I feel safe with you. I just… I needed you to know how much this means to me.”

Anthony leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “We’ll go at your pace, always,” he promised, his voice calm and unwavering.

The night held its quiet magic around them, each breath and heartbeat a silent affirmation that trust, once given, could become the most beautiful gift of all.

Anthony took off his boxers and tossed them aside. He leaned over her, kissing her slowly to help her relax, and then continued kissing her. Anthony slid his hand between them and began to gently rub her clitoris. He could hear her moan, and she started moving her hips on her own. Finally, he slipped his finger inside her, adding to her pleasure.

Sensing her tension, Anthony paused, his movements careful and deliberate. He met her gaze, offering a reassuring smile, and pressed soft, calming kisses to her neck. His hand found hers, fingers intertwining, grounding her in the quiet tenderness that had blossomed between them. With every gentle touch and soothing word, he reminded her that their connection was built on trust and care, and that they would move forward only when she felt completely comfortable. Wrapped in his embrace, Kathy felt the weight of her nerves gradually ease, reassured by the patience and affection in Anthony’s embrace, letting the moment unfold at a pace that felt right for them both.

“Are you ready?”

With one big thrust, Anthony took her virginity, she digs her nails into his back, therefore he stays still until the pain passed.

“I am okay,”

Upon getting the approval to proceed, he half-exited before pushing himself back all the way in, he is hearing her moans and groans in her ear. Kathy desires more of him, so Anthony bends her leg slightly as he thrusts into her deeper. Anthony keeps going until they both hit their climax

“I’m going to cum, Anthony,”

“Me too, I am going to mark you as mine,”

Anthony kissed and licked her neck with his fangs, biting between her shoulder and neck to release his seed inside her, while Kathy dug her nails into his back, experiencing only pleasure without pain. Anthony leaves a mark on her neck while gazing at her and kissing her lips.

“Are you okay?”

“Sore but in a good way,”

Kathy smiled softly at Anthony as he gently rolled off her, his arm never leaving her side. He pulled her close, cradling her against his chest, and she settled into the warmth of his embrace. Their breaths slowed in unison, hearts still fluttering from the intensity of their connection. Anthony gently brushed her hair, his fingers lingering.

She nestled into him, feeling utterly safe, the ache in her body a sweet reminder of their tenderness. Anthony pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead, his lips whispering silent promises against her skin. In the tranquil hush that followed, Kathy closed her eyes and allowed herself to rest, knowing she was cherished and cared for, every doubt soothed away by the protectiveness of his hold.