Clare Edwards lay on her back in her bed as the moon kept her room dimly lit. Her lower half was completely bare, her pale legs having a slight glow to them. Her heart was racing, fingers tightly clutching the sheet below her.

Don't fight it.

His touch was cold, yet gentle. He had carefully removed the knee-length skirt from her waist and placed it on the floor at the foot of her bed. He slid his hands up her thighs, slowly tugging down her pink boy shorts.

You can't stop it.

Clare clenched her jaws shut as she closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to witness what was going to happen to her. She knew good and well that she wasn't able to stop him from doing what he wanted with her body.

Is it possible for your heart to physically hurt?

He wasn't concerned with forcing her to moan his name, or beg him to stop. He pulled her boy shorts over her weakened knees and feet, placing them on her skirt on the floor. His hands went back to her thighs, caressing them on his way to her core. He spread her legs for better access, placing his thumb on top of her clit. Beginning to move his thumb in circles, he watched as she remained lifeless. Once he felt she was wet enough he inserted himself into her, finger by finger until he had his index, middle, and ring in. He moved them slowly in and out of her, pulling a slight smirk when he saw she began to somewhat squirm under his touch.

Hold it in.

She swallowed the noises rising in her throat. She couldn't enjoy this. She didn't want it. As he began to curl his fingers towards himself, Clare felt a burning sensation inside her abdomen. Her heart was pounding in her chest while she let out heavy breaths. It only took a few hits to her sensitive spot until her body was shaking, her walls tightened, and she unwillingly released herself onto his fingers.

Your innocence is being torn from you second by second.

His right hand was covered in the juices of Baby Edwards herself. Saint Clare. He pulled his fingers out of her and put them to his mouth, slowly licking off the fluids. Letting her taste sink in, his hands went to his pants. Button undone. Zipper down. He slid the pants down a bit, placing his hands behind Clare's knees and bringing her to the edge of the bed. Taking his already erect member with his left hand, he put the head at her entrance. Careful not to hurt her (though ignoring her whimpers) he slowly entered her. Her tightness was almost painful to him.

It's happening.

Clare clenched her eyes shut this time, her lower region severely burning now. Tears were making their way to her as he began thrusting into her. She was on the verge of screaming from the pain. She held everything back until her hymen was broken. Tears were now streaming down the sides of her face as she let out hushed scream. Her grip on the sheets tightened until he was completely finished with her.

I am no longer a virgin.

He let out his own moan as his seed was released into her. It wasn't the way he had wanted this all to happen, but there was no taking it back now. He cleaned and readjusted himself while Clare remained motionless on her bed. He reached down to pick up the two articles of clothing from the floor and put them on the bed beside of her. He leaned close to her face to place a light kiss on her cheek.

"I love you, Blue Eyes."