Chapter 205 Gifted My Virginity

Chapter 205 Gifted My Virginity
Marisa's POV:

Ethan's fingers intertwined with mine felt warm and reassuring, but I couldn't shake the terror clawing at my chest as we walked down the long hallway.

What if he finds out who I really am?

The thought made my stomach churn. If Ethan discovered I was Fiona Fate's daughter—a weredragon—everything would change. He'd look at me with disgust, maybe even hatred.

"You look scared," Ethan said, his voice cutting through my spiraling thoughts.

I forced a weak smile, but inside I was screaming. He'll punish my mother, won't he? What will he do when he learns my real identity?

"I'm fine," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

But I wasn't fine. I was terrified.

Ethan stopped in front of a door I'd never seen before, his hand still holding mine. The hallway stretched endlessly in both directions, making me feel small and vulnerable.

"Close your eyes," he said softly.

"What?"

"Trust me. Close your eyes."

I hesitated, but something in his tone made me comply. The darkness behind my eyelids only amplified my fear, but Ethan's thumb traced gentle circles on my hand.

I heard the door open, felt him guide me forward.

"Okay," he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. "Open them."

When I did, my breath caught in my throat.

The room was transformed into something magical. White balloons floated near the ceiling, their ribbons dancing in the soft breeze from the air conditioning. String lights twinkled like stars across the walls, casting a warm golden glow over everything.

But what made my heart stop was the massive white multi-layer cake sitting on a small table in the center of the room. Rainbow layers peeked through where the white frosting had been cut to show the design. Candles flickered on top, waiting to be blown out.

"Happy Birthday!" Ethan whispered in my ear, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

I spun around to face him, my mouth falling open. "How did you—"

That's when I noticed the walls. They were covered with photographs—dozens of them. Pictures of me laughing, reading, walking through the gardens. Some were candid shots I had no idea he'd taken.

I never thought I'd be special enough to anyone for them to do something like this.

"You did all this?" I asked, my voice cracking with emotion. "For me?"

Ethan grinned, that cocky smile I'd grown to love. "I'm the Alpha King. I keep files on everyone in my little penthouse."

I laughed despite the tears threatening to spill. "You're ridiculous."

"But you love it," he said, stepping closer.

"I can't believe you did this," I whispered, looking around the room again.

"Yes, I did," Ethan said, his voice dropping to that serious tone that made my knees weak. "You know—after my brother's unfortunate passing, I never thought I'd return to a peaceful space. But you did that for me."

My heart clenched at the pain in his voice.

"They see me as someone who doesn't express feelings and emotions well, which makes them think I don't hurt," he continued. "But with you..."

He trailed off, running his hand through his hair.

"I don't talk much to other people, Marisa. But when I'm with you, I just keep talking, opening up." He took my hand again, leading me toward the cake. "Even though I haven't felt the mate bond with you yet, you're all I think about."

“Now enough about me. I want to hear about you today because it is your day,” he smiled, walking me to the other side of the small table and handing me a knife. "Let's cut this cake; I can't wait to see your face when you open your gifts."

We positioned our hands together on the knife handle, cutting through the rainbow layers. The cake was beautiful—each layer a different vibrant color.

"You get the first bite," I said, scooping up a piece on my finger.

I held it up to his lips, watching as he opened his mouth. But instead of just taking the cake, his tongue darted out to lick my finger clean.

Heat shot through my body like lightning.

I turned away quickly, my face burning, but my eyes landed on his lips. They were full and perfect, slightly wet from the frosting.

"If you like them so much," Ethan whispered, catching me staring, "why don't you taste them?"

Before I could respond, his tongue traced along my earlobe, making me gasp.

My heart hammered against my ribs as his hands moved from behind me to my stomach, then slowly upward. When his palms cupped my breasts, squeezing gently, I couldn't hold back the soft moan that escaped.

His lips found mine, and everything else disappeared.

The kiss was hungry, desperate, like he'd been holding back for weeks. His tongue explored my mouth while his hands continued their exploration, finding my nipples through the thin fabric of my shirt and making me arch against him.

I could feel his hardness pressing against my back, and instinctively, I ground my hips back against him.

Ethan groaned into my mouth, his hands moving to the hem of my skirt. "Marisa," he breathed against my lips.

I felt him lift my skirt, felt the cool air hit my legs as he slid my panties down. His fingers found my pussy, and a little shudder from my body alarmed him into knowing it was my first time.

His fingers explored carefully, parting me, finding spots that made me gasp and clutch at his shoulders. Each touch sent waves of sensation through my body that I'd never experienced before.

"Ahhh—" I moaned, letting him know I was ready for more.

In one smooth motion, he turned me around, his lips never leaving mine, and walked me backward until my legs hit the bed.

I fell back onto the soft mattress, my heart racing as he stood over me. His shirt hit the floor, revealing the muscled chest I'd only glimpsed before. The sound of his zipper made my breath catch.

He rubbed his hard dick around my vagina, making me carve for him before he rested it gently and started pushing it further.

He didn’t have to wait for me to allow him with words. He already knew I was ready. I spread my legs even more, and he thrust his dick inside me. My pussy contracted, and my hips clenched. I felt the liquid from my pussy run down, but it only encouraged me to let out a mixture of a scream and a gasp.

"Ahh!" I couldn’t believe I made such a loud noise. He adjusted his body fully between my legs and started moving his cock in and out of me.

I felt something inside me tear, felt liquid warmth trickling down my thighs, but the pain was already transforming into something else entirely.

Every thrust sent pleasure racing through my veins, building something incredible inside me.