Her chest heaves, and I can’t tell if it’s a sob or if she might be sick.
“King.” She says my name brokenly.
“What?”
The slight cut on my neck barely hurts, but my finger comes away damp. It’s nothing, but Olivia is distraught.
She gestures woodenly at the knife on the floor. Her face crumples. “It was laced with poison.”
She falls into a chair, head in her hands.
I pick up the knife—that little ornate blade that I kept because it reminded me of Olivia—and study it. The last time she saw it I stomped it into the mud at Trudy’s funeral. Now though, it is perfectly clean.
Unlike my soul. Because a decent man would remind her of what she knows, and not let her make herself sad. A good man wouldn’t see this as something he can use to his advantage.
But I am not a good man.
“What poison did you put on it?” I ask casually.
“Lily of the valley. You have an hour. Maybe two at a push.”
“It’ll take that long to get to a hospital.” What will she do if she thinks I have just hours left to live? I’m curious.
Her shoulders shudder, then still. “The helicopter.”
“I can’t fly it if I might lose consciousness. A crash could hurt innocent people. I won’t do that.”
“I’ll come with you. You cannot die.”
“Especially not with you with me,” I say gently. “I can think of better things to do in the next two hours than go to hospital.” I plant the seed into her thoughts. A tiny seed no bigger than a pinhead.
“King… Ethan. I’m so sorry.”
I shrug. “It was a mistake. If we hadn’t both got carried away, I wouldn’t have been cut.”
Her eyes are full of tears, and I pull her to her feet. “Enough of that. You said two hours. What would you like to do?”
She clings to me, her cheek sweetly on my chest. Her words are muffled by my shirt.
“Tell me,” I command, my patience wearing thin.
“Whatever you want,” she whispers miserably. And that won’t do.
“No, Lia. Whatever you want.”
“I need…” She tails off and looks away, a bit shy. Guilty and tentative about her desires now she thinks a dying man is demanding she reveal them.
I take her chin in my fingers and force her gaze to mine. Then I wait. It takes a full minute, or maybe two. The internal battle waging in her is a sight to behold.
“Take my virginity.”
Blood surges to my cock. I’m so hard it’s almost painful.
“You want me to take your virginity, little girl? After you’ve sent me to my grave?” I can’t resist taunting her. “You’d risk me planting my seed in you, to carry that burden alone?”
She’ll never be alone. I won’t let her struggle, and any child of mine will be under my protection. True, Olivia might actually kill me when she realises… But being in her? Worth it.
“Yes.” Her eyes are wide and her breath is short. “Give me a baby.”
“With pleasure.” And I can’t help the grin on my face as we meet in a clash. My hands are in her hair and at her waist. Finally. Touching her like this is the answer to a question written on my soul.
Olivia. My temptation. My siren.
She’s kissing me with the sort of ferocity usually reserved for life-and-death situations.
Which I suppose this is. In her mind, anyway.
Beautiful, maddening, deadly Olivia is in my arms where she belongs.
Her kiss is artless as it is passionate as she grabs at my shirt. I don’t want to let go of her for a second, even to take off our clothes. Now she wants this, the hunger in my blood is all-consuming.
“The bedroom,” I say between kisses, and try to corral her that way. She’s beyond such logic, undoing my belt with unpractised clumsy fingers that make my cock impossibly hard.
“I want you on a bed.”
I feel her nod.
“You’ll be comfortable when I fuck your sweet pussy for the first time.”
She lets out a little whimper and I think it’s my words but then her hand is on my cock, palming me through the fabric of my boxers.
It shouldn’t be this arousing, but it’s Olivia. My body doesn’t know right or wrong with this girl, it just knows.
I want to do everything with her. But I’ll start with the basics. I’m going to make her come again. I’m going to make her soft and pliable and boneless with pleasure. Then I’m going to make her mine.
I don’t care that it’s only for tonight, and she wants a different path from the one my duty dictates. Even if we only ever have this time together, I will make it count. I’ll spoil her so thoroughly, being with anyone else will be unthinkable. I want to give her the world.
I get us into my bedroom, cup her arse and lift her onto the bed following her down without breaking our kiss.
While she’s all quick movements and harried touches, I’m calmer than I’ve been in years. I don’t have to panic or rush. I’m at peace. This won’t be enough, but it’ll be sufficient to remember in the years after she’s gone.
To that end, I slow. And when she squeaks with frustration, I murmur, “Do I need to get the ropes back out, or will you behave?”
“King.” She digs her nails into my shoulders and scrapes them down.
I arch into the pain. But I ignore her intention to hurry. I take one hand, kiss her palm, and place it over her head on the pillow. Then the other.
“Stay there, Lia.”
“You’re so bossy,” she whispers, and stretches luxuriously before her hands find my biceps and squeeze. I flex for her, a little, then growl playfully and replace her wrists, running my fingers down the soft skin of her inner arms.
I take in every detail of her as I explore her body with my fingertips and mouth.
I’m only a man, so of course her sweet breasts get extra attention and it’s only when she tightens her fingers in my hair that I notice she’s disobeyed, again. I hold her nipple captive between my teeth and swirl my tongue over the firm tip, a little punishment and reward. I love that she wants to touch me.
This has to fuel a lifetime of memories, and I breathe in the vanilla scent of her and combine my pleasure and Olivia’s with kisses that make her shiver deliciously beneath me. She’s beautifully responsive to my every movement and incredibly curious. Much as I try to keep her hands away for fear of going off too soon, the second I let her out of my grasp she’s kneading my buttocks or tracing my collarbones.
I could tie her up again, but we’re both enjoying this little argument and her disobedience.
I’m happy to allow her to play.
Until her palm finds my cock. And fuck, her small hand, wanton and yet innocent. She strokes me too lightly but my body doesn’t care, responding more strongly as though she were as rough and quick as I am with myself. Olivia steals the air from my lungs when she encircles her fingers over the head and pushes down. I can feel precum seeping out, my desperation for her mounting with every slight movement she makes. I’m still holding myself over her, and her hand disappears down at our hips. I’ve brought her legs up to waist level, and she’s so open to me, knees spread apart without a hint of embarrassment.
But all the time she’s watching my face, and I watch hers for any sign this is less than what she wants. But there’s nothing. Just lust and need, and affection and something a dark creature in my chest purrs is love, but my brain can’t accept.
Perfect, beautiful Olivia.
I push her hand away and make my own way to that soft core of her. She sighs with relief as I ease between her folds. She’s so wet it spills out, coating my knuckles. It’s almost too simple to slip two fingers into her passage and stroke, matching that movement to my thumb circling her clit. I watch her face as she steadily, oh so gradually, loses herself under my slow ministrations.
I make it deliberately languorous, taking forever to build up her pleasure. I kiss her breasts, cheeks, lips. I tell her she feels like heaven and looks like a fallen angel. I lose words of love onto her skin, so quiet as she moans I know she can’t hear what a fool I am for her.
And when she comes, pulsing around my fingers and bucking her hips, I begin again.
I repeat it all, the same and different, tending her until she gasps and cries out and clings to my neck.
“Ethan.” Her voice is hoarse and my name, my real name, on her lips is better than I could have imagined. Her eyes are closed after her second orgasm and her body almost liquid she’s so at ease.
“Lia.”
“I made a request. You promised.” She doesn’t sound relaxed anymore.
“I know.” I’ve waited my whole life for this. As though I’d forget.
She pulls my head down and whispers in my ear. “Fuck me, King. Take me. The way I know you can. I want to feel the echo of you in me years from now. Ruin me for any other man. Make me regret what I did and mourn you until my dying breath. Make me pine and cry for you and your body once you’re gone. Give me something to remember you by.”
And damn, I want to. I want her more than anything. I’d give up my life, everything I’ve built, and several limbs for her.
But…
I can’t do this. She’s too precious, and what we have is too honest to sully this moment with a lie.
“Olivia.”
She gazes up at me with blown-out pupils. Those sharp blue eyes are still hazy with the ecstasy of her orgasm.
“Yes?”
“Get the knife.”
She stiffens.
“I’m not—”
“Get the knife.” I use a deeper voice this time and she quakes.
“But…”
I quell her with a look and put a gap between us to allow her up. Shaking with irritation and desire and probably five other emotions, she rolls off the bed, pads through into the lounge, unaware or unembarrassed by her lack of clothing. I turn onto my back. She returns immediately, and though her naked body is lithe and lovely, her face is creased with sadness.
“Come here.” I pat my thigh then prop my hands under my head on the pillows.
As she straddles me her eyes flick down to where my hard-on is undiminished. Then she’s settled on my lap, her pussy gleaming with her juices and touching the base of my cock. Her hair has dried a little frizzy and it falls over her shoulders. Every part of her is either sexy or desirable. Except, right now, that tragic expression.
“Do you remember when you last saw that knife?”
“Yes.” Her voice breaks a little and her eyes shimmer with tears.
“You wanted to kill me.” I was rather proud of her. As well as furious she risked her own life on such a bone-headed mission.
Her mouth falls open and clearly she wishes she could deny it. She gives the smallest nod possible.
“I’m sorry I hurt you to make you drop the knife.” I’d take back everything that has ever hurt her.
“That was nothing, it…” I see the moment she makes the connection I’ve laid out for her. “You fucker,” she breathes, but a smile tugs at her lips.
“I kept it as a memento. I couldn’t see your face, but I wanted a piece of you, my maddening beauty.”
“You ground my knife into the mud under your heel. It had been raining.” She leans forward, outraged, a little delighted, and almost predatory. Her hair falls in a curtain and she still has her knife in her hand. She brings it to my chest, brushing it over the thicket on my pectorals.
“And afterwards I cleaned it. Meticulously.” Not a trace of mud or poison left on that blade.
She shakes her head in disbelief. “And to think I felt sorry for you.”
“I take care of what is mine.”
“You take what’s yours, do you?” she murmurs, stretching over me. “And take care of it.”
I don’t dare breathe. I don’t dare voice the hope growing in my chest, that maybe, just maybe…
“Now you’re going to survive, you’ll have to live with the consequences of taking my virginity.” Her smile is saucy as she eases back over me and rubs her soaking folds along my length.
“And what might that be?” It’s all I can do to hold my hands idly behind my head and not grab her and grind her down onto me.
I crave her in the most animalistic way possible. To have. Take. Own.
“You said you’d ruin me for anyone else,” she purrs. “So I’ll want to keep you.”
“You can keep me. I’m yours.” The declaration is out before I can stop it, like my vocal cords have been waiting to say that, as patient and desperate as my cock is to be inside her.
“Mine.” She draws out the word like she’s savouring it.
I can’t pretend much longer. Reaching down, I push her hip and she rises to allow me to notch the head of my cock at her entrance. I stare up at her. I’m under her spell. Insane with love for her.
“Go on then.”
She eases down onto me. A little at a time, getting used to the feel. I keep watching her face, because if I see where we join, where my cock is slipping into her, I’ll lose it. Only focusing on her wide eyes prevents me from being overcome by her tight wet heat.
“If you need to, you can stop,” I tell her softly, though if she wanted to I might shatter with disappointment. If she needs more time… I will give her anything she needs.
“No,” she breathes and sinks onto me. “I can’t stop. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to. Maybe I’ll never get enough of you. Perhaps I’ll always want you inside me like this.”
“Yes.” That works for me. If all I do from now until eternity is satisfy her sexually, I’ll be happy.
Another shift and I flex my hips and we’re joined to the hilt, her clit pressing on my pelvic bone, her softness enveloping me. It’s everything I can do to remain still and allow her to become accustomed.
“Does it hurt?” I’m afraid to ask.
“No, it feels…” She closes her eyes for a moment, and I stroke my hand up her back. “Right. Perfect.” She lifts herself off an inch and then sinks down with a soft exhalation.
“Yes.” I grasp her hips, but she needs no encouragement. She’s riding me, slowly at first, then with more confidence. Then with urgency. All that desperation I managed to restrain in both of us has returned, stronger. She’s so fucking gorgeous, taking her satisfaction on my cock. I can’t resist. I bring my thumb to her clit.
The effect is instant.
She moans and begins to shake with the effort of sustaining moving over me, so I thrust from underneath, matching her. Her hands are on my chest now, holding herself off me. The trust implied is as good as the pleasure.
She’s driving me wild, and I don’t know how much more of her innocent seduction I can take. Tension is building in my groin, a demand to not simply orgasm, but stake a claim on my girl. My other hand finds her nipple and I pinch just hard enough to hurt in the best way.
“Come on my cock, Lia.”
I have no idea if it is my touch on her breast or my request that tips her over, but she pulses around me, head falling forwards. Her hair falls over her shoulders and my hand. I keep up my touches through her orgasm, gentling and shifting so it isn’t too much for her. And eventually, she’s still. Wrecked. So lovely in her debauched pleasure my heart can barely stand it.
I grasp her shoulder and she sinks willingly onto me, and her mouth finds mine. Her kiss is messy and passionate and sweet. She’s not done, and neither am I. She struggles to keep up movement on my cock and though I help, this position doesn’t give us what we need.
“Enough.”
Not breaking our kiss, I flip her over, pulling her under me. I nearly, so nearly, ram straight back into her. But I don’t, despite the compulsion.
“Yes?” I gasp out. Does she need a break? Does it hurt?
She looks up at me, hair splayed on the pillow around her like a dark halo. My avenging angel. She nods.
A slow slide of my body fully into hers again and damn but it’s like coming home after a century, when it’s actually only been seven seconds of me not being completely inside of her. And a lifetime before that.
She grasps my shoulders as I ease into a steady rhythm, aware it’s still her first time. But I can’t help but hook my fingers under her thigh and bring it up. That change of angle, the deeper penetration, makes her moan with delight, her eyelids fluttering.
“Yes, Ethan, anything.” She clutches at me. “More.”
And then I don’t hold back. I pound into her hard and deep. It feels so good my vision blurs, my whole body vibrating. She asked for it, and I’m going to provide. My cock in her so thoroughly, with her fucked so well she’ll never want to leave my bed.
I won’t let her.
“Mine.”
I barely recognise my voice.
She whimpers and clutches at my back. For half a second I wonder if I’m hurting her with this brutal, possessive thrusting into her soft pussy. Nailing her into the mattress. But then her heels are on my buttocks, with me at every stroke, urging me on.
“I’m yours.”
“Gunna fill you up.” My chest is tight with mounting pleasure and tearing with unbearable love.
“Yes.” Her nails dig into my shoulder blades. “Please.”
I can’t stop. Not just because of my body’s imperative, but she won’t let me, her fingers digging in, pulling me deeper. I come with a shout, shooting into her. It wrecks me, and I’m a shuddering, sweating, burst-with-happiness mess. I don’t know my own name, but I know hers.
Olivia.
My love, my downfall.
I’m still breathing hard as she runs her fingertips down my back.
“I wanted this,” she whispers.
“Not as much as I did,” I murmur, catching her bottom lip and sucking it into my mouth.
We kiss and brush noses and I whisper her name until we can’t put off moving any longer.
I carry her to the bathroom and clean her up first, washing off my come that seeps down her thighs, teasing her about what a dirty girl that makes her, when I think it’s adorable. And hot. Seeing her marked as mine causes my cock to rise again.
I ignore the impulse, but Olivia has other ideas, getting to her knees under the spray, and taking me in her mouth. She’s tentative at first, but it’s still filthy, the sight of her lips stretched around my cock. I’ll never get over it, over her.
Then, as the pressure begins to build and my balls tighten, she pulls away.
I give an involuntary grunt of dissent and frustration. And she, my siren, smiles.
“I can’t keep that up. Fuck my mouth.”
“I…”
Like maddened ring fighters, two impulses in me clash. I couldn’t sully my sweet Olivia like that. But oh fuck I want to use her mouth the way she’s suggesting.
“King.” She grips my wrist and brings my hand to the back of her head. My fingers slip into her hair and tighten without my volition. She slides her wet lips over the dripping head of my cock and makes a soft noise of approval. The muscles in my arm tense as I gently bring her head further onto my cock. Then her hand is on my thigh, her gaze on my face, urging me.
I pull back out, the friction of her lips almost too much. Her fingers tug at my arse.
I give in.
The first thrust of my hips is like treacle. But I can see her breasts heaving and the gleam in her eye. She’s enjoying the feel of me in her mouth. So the next is a little harder, deeper, and it’s moments before I lose control. My gaze never wavers from hers as I piston between her pretty pink lips. It’s so fucking good and I don’t even try to hold out. I come with a roar, her hair in my fist. And Olivia in every one of my senses.
She swallows then licks her lips. Her skin is flushed from the hot water and arousal. I pull her to her feet, wrap my arms around her and whisper words of thanks and gratitude and praise.
This woman is everything.
And I’m going to have to let her go.
