"Stake a Claim"

Groaning he opened an eye and looked between his fingers, trying to see if he had imagined the whole thing or it had honestly happened. It was the latter. She was lying on her side in front of him, her knees drawn up and legs pressed together as she rest her cheek against the cool flooring. Her eyes were tightly closed and she was panting, her breasts rising and falling slowly, nipples hard as they brushed against the smooth wood. The moonlight spilt over her again, making her pale skin seem to glow, her messy hair looking like a halo once more. Angel. He sat up and put his hand on the floor, leaning forward to push her thin thighs apart, rolling her onto her stomach. She gave a quiet moan, but failed to open her eyes as he pushed her legs open one more time.

Nikoru whimpered, able to feel his fingers running over the slick folds of flesh teasingly. He parted them for a second, making her force herself up off the floor and look over her shoulder at him. "Don't stare at it..." She whimpered, tears still fresh on her cheeks, perspiration matting strands of hair to her forehead. He looked up at her with a frown, one hand still pushing into the back of one of her thighs. He could feel her bone through it.

"It was your first." She bit her lip and turned bright red, looking away from him, trying to roll back over. He kept her pressed to her stomach, her head jerking back to face him again as she felt his fingers toying around down there again.

"Stop it!" He glanced at her one more time, his eyes still volitile and malicious, but something soft glinting beneath the lilac colored irises.

"You really aren't a whore." Tears spilt down her cheeks again as she let her face screw up in anger.

"Good job, asshole! You're a fucking genius!" She hit the walkway with her fist, glaring down at it to avoid his eyes, not wanting the gentility that was suddenly lurking in them.

"I was your first...I'm the only one that's ever been inside of you..." She glared over her shoulder again, getting angrier and angrier, unsure if he was picking on her or not.

"So, what? Now I'm stupid because I've never slept with someone before? You can't just change up like that! Either you hate me because I'm a whore and have slept with too many people or you hate me because I'm a virgin and have never slept with anyone! Make up your fucking mind, you rapist!" She slammed her hand against the wood again, watching him narrow his eyes at her.

He drove three fingers into her again, widening them before starting the motions he had begun the night with. She flinched, shooting up and twisting around to strike him, "Stop it!" He let go of her thigh and caught her wrist, shooting forward to slam her into the ground one more time. His fingers stopped their movements and he pressed his lips to her ear, listening to her angry panting beneath him.

"You're mine then." She shivered at his words, feeling the tip of his tongue brush over the rim of her ear before he nipped at her earlobe. He sat back and moved his hands, rolling her onto her back and trapping her hands above her head, studying her for a moment as he bent over her again.

"Just because you were my first doesn't mean I'm yours." She muttered and looked away, trying not to smile on the inside. For some sick reason those words made her happy, they didn't scare her. He used his free hand to make her look back at him, grabbing her hips and pulling them up after he did, easing into her one more time. Her eyes closed and her back arched, the pain still lingering, but having left for the most part. His lips were at her throat again, his teeth grazing over her pulse one more time, his body starting slow, but hard movements.

"I'll MAKE you mine." She moaned, pushing her head back and lifting her hips to meet his, her body aching to feel the sensation that had made her lose her mind a moment ago. The words only made it better...and he said them over and over again, while she begged for more in between, until they both were drowning in the feeling again.