“Fuck!” he hissed as his eyes roamed wildly over my body in the reflection of the glass. “Please for the love of God turn around and say no.”

My stomach fluttered with a swarm of butterflies. “I don’t want to say no. I want to say yes Ky. Let me say yes.”

Within a flash of movement, his arm was around my waist and his hand wrapped around the back of my neck as his mouth pressed furiously against mine. Pulling my bottom lip between his teeth, I whimpered as pain and pleasure took over my body.  My heart thundered in my chest with want.  His tongue swept through my mouth, tangling passionately with mine in a fire that had been smoldering for weeks. I gripped hold of his shirt, pulling his body as close to mine as I could, frantic to feel the ridges of his chest against the curves of mine. We stumbled through the apartment, using the candlelight as a guide. His hands gripped firmly on my ass then lifted me from my feet and my legs firmly locked around his waist. The feeling of his growing erection rubbing against my heat caused me to break the kiss and my head fell to his shoulder as pleasure I craved roared to life within me. My body took over when my mind decided to cease to exist. I started slowly moving my hips, grinding myself against him, begging for release.

My body screamed at me. I craved the feeling of the perfect ache between my thighs; I wanted to lose my breath with a man above me, below me, and behind me; I wanted the feeling of being owned in the way a princess would be owned by her prince, and  I wanted Ky Crawford to be that man. I needed Ky to be that man. The fear of my past haunted me, it consumed me, it penetrated so deeply in my soul that I had only allowed five people to know the true extent of what happened to me—my parents, the lovely police office, my lawyer, and Tori but here I was considering the most intimate of things with a man.

“Please Ky,” I groaned into his shoulder and lightly nipped his skin with my teeth.

My body dropped to the comfort of his bed, and his body hovered over mine. His eyes grew dark with lust as he took in my flushed cheeks and swollen lips. “I want to taste you Eden, I want to get drunk in your scent, but more than anything, I need to be inside you.”

My eager hands ran under his shirt, connecting with his heated skin. He stayed silent as I undressed him, and his eyes never left mine. Once his shirt was discarded, he slowly and torturously pushed open my gown and unclasped my bra. With precision hands, he slid the gown and bra off my shoulders until I was left bare in front of him.

“You are beyond perfection Eden and for every minute I have you I am going to cherish you like you are my very last breath.”

His mouth fell to my nipple, and I gasped as fire rose within me. His tongue swirled and cherished my hardened peak while his hand ran along my thigh and pushed open my legs. The sensation of his mouth devouring mine and hand sweeping over my body caused my breathing to stop.

“You’re so wet baby,” he moaned against my flesh as his hand slipped into the front of my panties and his finger began teasing me so devastatingly gentle. My hips lifted from the bed, pressing harder against his hand craving for more and then with the tiniest scrape of his teeth against my nipple he took me to all new heights.

“Ky please,” I begged through heated words. He pulled his mouth away and the most deliciously seductive smirk pulled on his lips.

His hands made quick work of my panties, sliding them down my thighs and throwing them to the floor. I was completely on display to his prying eyes and as they took in all of me, I had never felt more vulnerable yet completely at ease.

The moment he reached for his pants and then his wallet, I found my voice.

“Stop.”

Once the word left my mouth he froze above me and his face twisted in agony as he looked back at me.

“I’m so sorry Eden, I shouldn’t have done this,” he apologized with words pained with devastation and started pulling away from me and lifting his body from mine.

What the hell was he doing?

I grabbed his arm and stopped his escape. I swallowed hard, desperate to draw in some confidence. “If we are going to do this, I want to experience everything with you Ky. I want to undress you, I want to worship you, and I don’t want anything separating us.”

“What?” he breathed out as he ran his finger along my jaw and over my lips. His eyes were vibrant and latched fiercely on mine. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

My hand wrapped around the back of his head, my fingertips running through the edges of his hair. “Please, let me feel you. I need to feel you inside me. All of you.”

Suddenly his face went serious. “Are you on birth control? I’m clean, completely, but we have to be safe.”

“I am, never miss a day.”

That’s all the reassurance he needed.

Ky’s lips crashed to mine with wild abandon and took away my deepest insecurities with a lash of his tongue. Kissing him was like having kryptonite pushed into veins.  Pulling me in and ceasing my ability to escape. With one kiss he could completely own me; mind, body and soul. I felt myself falling into his body and his arms encased me tightly before I crashed.  His lips left from my mouth before kissing my jaw and neck with softness that felt like the caress of cotton left wetness along my jawbone and neck as he moved toward my ear. His heated breath on my earlobe caused a deep sigh to escape me.

“Are you sure because once we start I won’t be able to stop.”

“I don’t want you to stop.”

My hands trembled as they ran over his warm skin, over his shoulders and down the muscles of his back. My breathing hitched in a mixture of nerves, lust, and anticipation as my fingernails ran the length of his back. His lips peppered along my collarbones, nibbling my sensitive flesh occasionally, and I loved every minute of it. He pulled his mouth away and pushed back to gaze at me. Everything that I wanted to witness on his face looked back at me.

Protectiveness, compassion, lust, and want.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered.

His teeth nibbled my bottom lip, and the moment I opened my lips to gain a desperate breath, his tongue slipped in claiming ownership. His body moved over mine as my hands fumbled between us. I popped open the button of his jeans and slid down the zipper. Ky lifted his hips, allowing me to slide his jeans and boxer briefs down his thighs.

I sighed at the loss of contact when he lifted himself from my body and removed his jeans. My eyes fell to his throbbing cock and desperation flooded me. I want to feel him, to connect with him in every way possible. I felt like a girl about to experience her first time. My body arched into his, pulling him back to my mine. Skin to skin, heat to heat, heart to heart we became a mass of need, lust, want, and passion.

“Are you ready?” he murmured against my lips. I nodded, unable to find words. “We do this however you want.”

The head of his cock met my entrance, and I sucked in a sharp breath. He watched me so intently almost as if waiting for me to break. I nodded, and he inched in slowly, excruciatingly slowly.

“Ky, please. You won’t hurt me.”

All of a sudden, he wrapped his arms around my waist and flipped me over until I was straddling him. He looked up at me through hooded eyes.

“You control this Eden. Take what you can. I’ve wanted to be inside of you for so long so I need you to control that first moment otherwise I will pound into you so hard that it will hurt.”

My hand wrapped around his thick eager cock. My thumb swept over the head, massaging the pre-come that glistened in front of me. Ky groaned under my touch, and his eyes rolled back in his head. His hand moved between my legs, and I gasped loudly as one finger and then two slid inside me. His fingers pumped deep within me and matched my stroke of his cock and soon I was tethering on the edge of ecstasy. I felt the moisture pooling between my thighs as I shifted until the head of his cock graced my entrance once again. I lowered myself slowly; the thickness of his shaft stretched my walls to capacity. The feeling that swept through my body was so foreign; the need, the desire, the want to be completely owned and worshiped. He slid his hands up my body until his strong hands cupped my heavy breasts. The moment his thumbs began their assault on my hardened nipples, I slid down on his cock, completely filling myself with everything he was. My cry at the sensation of being completely full echoed through the room as the sound of pounding rain outside intensified the room.