Chapter 104 Chasing the Edge
Rowan
Her skin glows under the dim light, every curve trembling with a mix of anticipation and nerves.
Fuck, she's perfect, soft breasts rising and falling with each shaky breath, thighs pressed together as if she could hide the evidence of her arousal from me. But I see it all, and it only stokes the fire raging inside.
I can't wait any longer. My hands move to my tie, yanking it loose with a sharp tug before I rip it free and toss it aside. Buttons on my shirt fly open under my impatient fingers, exposing the hard planes of my chest. The fabric hits the floor, and I shift to my belt, the leather whispering as I unbuckle it. My mind spins wild, visions of flipping her over, spreading her wide, pounding into her until she screams my name, the demon clawing at the edges of my control, urging me to claim her brutally, to break her in one savage thrust.
But then her voice cuts through, small and hesitant. "Rowan... wait."
I pause, fingers hovering over the button of my pants, glancing down at her. She's sitting up now, arms crossed loosely over her chest, eyes darting to the side. "I've... I've never been with someone like this."
A frown creases my brow, and I still completely, the zipper halfway down. "What do you mean, Violet? Never been with someone?"
She bites her lip, cheeks blooming with heat, her gaze flicking to the wall, the ceiling, anywhere but me.
Her fingers twist in the sheets, knuckles whitening. The silence stretches, thick with her embarrassment, until finally, she whispers, "I've never had sex before. You're... you're my first."
Everything freezes.
She's never?
The thought hits like a thunderbolt, a rush of possessive triumph surging through me, mingling with something softer, unexpected. My innocent little fighter, untouched, unclaimed... by anyone but me.
The demon inside purrs in approval, but I shove it down, hard.
A smirk curls my lips as I meet her wide eyes. "Your first, huh? Don't worry, beautiful. I'll be gentle. I'll make this good for you."
Her breath catches, a flicker of relief mixing with the fear in her expression, but she nods, barely perceptible.
That's all I need.
My hands finish the job, shoving my pants and boxers down in one motion, kicking them off. My cock springs free, thick and hard, veins pulsing with the need I've held back. It stands rigid, tip glistening, and Violet's eyes lock onto it, widening in shock.
Fear flashes across her face again, her body tensing as she scoots back an inch on the bed.
"It's... big," she murmurs, voice trembling, one hand instinctively reaching to cover herself more.
I chuckle low, crawling onto the bed after her, the mattress dipping under my weight.
"It is, but you'll take it. Every inch, because you were made for me." I grab her ankles suddenly, my grip firm but not bruising, and yank her down toward me.
She yelps, sliding across the sheets until her legs are splayed open, her core inches from my throbbing length. Her panties are soaked through, the fabric dark and clinging, and I hook my fingers in the waistband, peeling them down her thighs with deliberate slowness, exposing her fully.
"Rowan..." she starts, but I silence her with a kiss, capturing her mouth as I settle between her legs, the head of my cock nudging against her entrance.
She's so wet, so ready from before, but I feel her tightness. I press in slow, inch by inch, watching her face for every reaction. Her walls clench around me, hot and unyielding at first, and a whimper escapes her lips, pain laced with something deeper.
"Fuck, you're tight," I groan against her mouth, pausing when I'm halfway in, letting her adjust.
Her whimpers spur me on, the demon whispering to thrust harder, to ruin her, but I grit my teeth, holding back. Not yet. She needs this gentle, needs to trust me before I unleash everything.
"Breathe, Violet. Relax for me. You're doing so good, taking me like this. So brave, my perfect girl."
She gasps, nails digging into my arms, her body arching slightly as I push deeper, breaching her fully. A sharp cry tears from her throat, pain, yes, but her hips twitch upward, seeking more.
Tears prick at the corners of her eyes, but she meets my gaze, whispering, "It hurts... but don't stop. Please, Rowan. I want you."
Her words undo me. I start moving, slow and shallow thrusts, pulling out just enough to slide back in, building a rhythm that lets her feel every ridge, every pulse. Her whimpers soften into moans, her pussy fluttering around me, growing slicker with each pass. I lean down, capturing a nipple between my lips, sucking gently as I rock into her, my hand stroking her thigh in soothing circles.
"That's it," I murmur, voice rough with restraint. "Feel how well you fit me? Like you were made for me. So wet, so hot! God, you're incredible."
Violet's hands slide up my back, pulling me closer, her breaths coming in ragged pants.
"Rowan... it feels... oh, it's starting to... good," she stammers, a shy smile breaking through the haze of sensation.
Her legs wrap around my waist tentatively, urging me deeper, and I reward her with a firmer thrust, grinding against that spot inside her that makes her eyes roll back.
"Good? Tell me more, baby. Tell me how my cock makes you feel," I demand softly, nipping at her earlobe, my pace steady but unhurried, letting the pleasure build like a slow-burning fire.
She moans louder, hips rising to meet mine. "Full... so full. Like you're everywhere. I... I like it. Don't stop praising me... it makes me feel... safe."
Her admission hits hard, fueling my need to cherish her even as I claim her.
I kiss her deeply, tongues tangling as I thrust a little harder, feeling her walls grip me tighter. Sweat beads on our skin, the room filling with the wet sounds of our joining, her gasps syncing with my grunts.
"You're safe with me, always. My brave, beautiful girl. Cum for me when you're ready. Let me feel you squeeze me."
She nods frantically, her body trembling beneath me, chasing the edge as I guide her there.