I could feel her tightening around me, her cries getting so loud that I was certain she was balancing on the edge of nirvana right along with me as I drove my cock in hard and deep, the feel of her so perfectly alien to me and yet so beautifully essential too.
I’d been burning up inside while I fought this. I’d been a man on the edge of ruin while trying to keep myself away and failing in every way but this. She had me. All of me now. This final piece the only thing I’d come even close to holding back anyway because she’d long since stolen the rest of me, and I knew there was no reclaiming it now.
Brooklyn’s spine arched and her pussy spasmed around me, a deep growl rumbling through my chest as my cock swelled within her and I fell forward, releasing her leg and claiming her lips as I crushed her into the mattress beneath me and the two of us fell apart as one.
A roar of pleasure tumbled from my lips as she called my name and I came deep inside her, riding on the back of her orgasm as my entire body trembled with pleasure.
I thrust my dick in as deep as it would go, wanting to feel every inch of her squeezing me tight as I came inside her, the pleasure of my release and the taste of her lips against mine making me groan as the frantic press of our mouths against each other’s shifted into this urgent and unyielding kiss.
Her body was wrapped around mine, ankles locked together behind me, her arms looped around my neck and my weight crushing her beneath me as we continued to rock our hips slowly, riding out the final echoes of our release, neither of us wanting it to end too soon.
My tongue caressed hers and her fingers slid down my spine, teasing, caressing, exploring my flesh and dancing across my scars.
“Are you all mine now, Hellfire?” she breathed as we finally came up for air, my nose brushing up the length of hers as I placed a soft kiss to her brow.
“All yours, Spider,” I agreed, not even bothering to overthink that vow because right there in her arms, it was the God’s honest truth, and we both knew it.
She smiled at that, her fingertips moving to trace the side of my face as she looked up at me with this strange kind of awe in her eyes which made me feel wholly unworthy of her while simultaneously desperate to become the man she thought she saw.
I wasn’t sure how long we stole, lying there like that, our bodies still joined and our gazes locked as our fingertips roamed over each other’s limbs, faces, hair, memorising the moment because we both knew it had changed everything now.
But eventually the dark began to creep in on me. Little whispers reminding me of all the reasons I’d had not to do this in the first place. I didn’t regret it. But I feared what it meant. The target it would place upon her head if anyone ever found out about her.
“I’ll keep you safe,” I swore to her and something blazed in her eyes at that promise, reminding me that she’d never had a single person in her life who’d given her that or even really tried to.
“I know,” she replied but her faith in me only made that fear grow sharper, reminding me that we were currently in a room with a dead man and that she was a wanted woman. We shouldn’t have been lingering here, and if this was my attempt to keep her safe then I was already doing a piss poor job of it.
I leaned down to kiss her once more, the sweet, simple touch of our lips making something inside me brighten like a candle flickering to life on the darkest of nights, battling against the storm which raged within me.
I drew back then, forcing myself to break the spell and pulling out of her despite my cock being close to solid again already, my desire for her only seeming to heighten now that I’d gotten a taste.
As I withdrew, Brooklyn hissed, her fingers moving between her thighs as she closed her legs, her wide eyes turning to me.
“I knew it was too big to fit easily,” she accused, her lips curving up but her body still tense as if she was in pain.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked, reaching for her, my hand curling around her hip as I frowned down at her. “Was I too rough?”
“I liked the rough,” she replied. “I liked all of it. Apart from the sore bit.”
My brow lowered as something twisted in my gut and I curled my hand around her wrist, drawing it out from between her legs and blinking at the blood which coloured her fingers. I looked down at my cock as my brain scrambled to catch up to what I was looking at, the traces of blood which were smeared along my shaft.
“Brooklyn,” I said in a low growl, my body falling entirely still as a thought pushed its way into my skull, a low buzzing drone of a thought which I couldn’t quiet down and which refused to go away. “Why are you bleeding?”
“I know, right?” she said, shifting so that she was sitting up beside me. “I thought horse riding was supposed to break it. And I used to do so much horse riding that I was certain it would have been done already. I mean…it wasn’t actually a horse – it was a bike. And by bike, I mean a trashcan on its side with a precariously balanced bicycle saddle which I got in a trade with Janky Lou after he-”
“For the love of fuck, woman, give me a straight answer. Why are you bleeding?” I growled, shifting towards her but stopping short of touching her, my hand opening and closing with the desire to grab her and a sick kind of horror which was entirely aimed at myself if what I was thinking turned out to be true.
“I think it’s normal, isn’t it?” she asked. “For virgins to bleed the first time?”
A stillness fell around the room and I just stared at her as my heart raced and thrashed and tumbled its way through my chest and panic clawed its way deep inside me in a way I’d never known before.
A virgin?
She was a fucking virgin? Was being the operative fucking word.
How the hell could I have done this? What the fuck had I done?
“Jesus,” I breathed, pushing to my feet and backing away from her as I shook my head, my fingers clawing through my hair as I tried to think of a way back from this.
I’d known she was too young for me. I’d fucking known it and I’d said it, but I hadn’t thought for one moment that her innocence had run as deep as this.
“What the fuck have I done?”
I turned from her, unable to bear the way she was looking at me as I swiped a hand down my face and shook my head in disbelief and self-loathing. Ava’s screams finally came crashing back into my skull as every moment of bliss I’d just stolen in that bed turned to a sour taste on my tongue. I’d known I was a damned man long before this girl had ever come into my life. I’d known it and embraced it and accepted every tainted inch of me, but I’d always thought I had some lines. Some few sacred things I’d never done or ruined, but now I had. I’d ruined her. I’d found her in a cage and I’d gone and bought her like a pet to keep me company. I’d brought her to my home and worked to train her in all the worst things I knew without ever once considering the morality of encouraging that behaviour in her. And now this. This.
“Don’t do that,” Brooklyn said behind me, her voice low and full of hurt. “Don’t turn away from me like I’m some mistake you made or some burden to you. Everyone I’ve ever known has always seen me as one of those things or another, Hellfire, but never you. Never before this.”
I spun back to face her, unable to take the hurt in her voice and shaking my head in refusal of it, not allowing her to bring those thoughts and fears into this. “You’re not the mistake, love,” I growled. “I am. I’m the biggest fuckin’ mistake you ever had the misfortune of meeting.”
“You’re not,” she replied, her eyes brimming with unshed tears, and I snapped because her denial was only further proof of the ruin I’d brought on her, of the thing I’d created here and the reality of what I’d taken.