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Rebecca's POV
Oh god, did I not think to myself at least a million and one times that this man was wonderfuly beautiful and sexy?
Understatement. Of the freaking year!
He was drop dead fucking sexy, the kind of face that fed sexual fantasy's and made every single girl in the room sigh with the thought of just touching that face.
I wanted to touch it, oh god, I wanted to kiss him so badly I think I was going to pass out just from the need.
He had high cheekbones and a strong sculpted chin that made his eyes look deep and intense, framed by his raven black hair that made his tanned face stand out even more than it possibly could. His lips were full but not to large and a pale pink color and when he opened his mouth to take a breath, I caught a glimpse of perfect straight and white teeth.
Oh my god, was there nothing on this male that was not sexually perfect. Just his face alone was enough to make my body thrum with excitement at just touching him. The place where he held my wrist was very aware of him, humming to his touch, sending heat strumming through the rest of my body in a cascade of dizzy pleasure that was almost too much to bare. Was this lust? Was this to want another with the very core of your being? I had never felt it towards another male, but right now, if he kissed me, I swear to god I think I would worship the ground he walked on.
And then I heard him speak, and I swear to god this male was too perfect.
"Allow me to treat your wound." it was deep and rich, and I could feel the rumble of it in the center of my chest. It took my breath away, and I swayed where I stood, causing him to have to hold my steady with another hand to my waist, which just made me want to attack him even more.
"Let. Go." I managed to get out between ragged breaths that I could not seem to stop. I wanted him, I needed him, and I did not know what I was going to do if I didn't get him. But I had a boy friend, I needed to think of that and remain faithful, no matter how painful it was to pull myself out of his very grip and the captivation of that voice.
I finally managed to drag my eyes away, looking down, only to realize that a blush had spread down my face and chest, blotting my whole cleavage that was exposed red as a strawberry. And I also realized I was bleeding all over my drawings, the face of the woman I did not know not only being blotted with my blood, but being stepped on by Kalin's sneakers. I also had blood on my bare feet, but somehow that did not even register on my importance scale.
Right now, I just needed to get the hell away from him and into a freezing cold shower.
"Allow me to tend to your wound, and I will let you go."
"No, let me go now, Kalin." I heard him sigh and I looked up to see him close his eyes briefly, before opening them again and catching me before I could look away. His gaze was pleased, those eyes so full of rich laughter and . . . oh god, I refused to identify that other emotion that I had seen his eyes before but refused to acknowledge.
"I like it when you say my name. I love pretty much anything you say, though, so I guess I am being too narrow." god dammit! I had to look away, my heart rate was starting to increase and my arousal was growing to an almost painful point. Looking into his eyes I began to lose sight of my important thoughts, being replaced with things my body found MUCH more important. But one screamed above the others.
What would it be like to orgasm just once? But more appealing, for it to be Kalin's body that brought me over that point.
But even as he was saying these things to me, apparently my wound was still highest in his mind. While I was caught in his gaze like a trapped animal, my chest heaving up and down, he began to lean towards the side of my hand.
At first I was confused on his intent, what was he doing? Didn't he need to grab a towel so we could clean up and staunch the blood.
Then his tongue took a swipe at a droplet of blood that was about to fall.
I swear to you all my breath was driven from my body in sudden realization.
He didn't mean too? Surely not? I knew some people had a fetish for not only blood but pain, and other got a sexual kick from being bitten. I did not think I was one of those people, but for some reason I could not seem to get the breath in my body to tell him not to do it. My body was curious and wanting, needing every experience that Kalin was willing to give me. If that include him taking some of my blood, would that be so bad?
Would it?
His mouth suddenly came down on the wound of my hand, it was just wide enough that it was still stubbornly bleeding. But that wasn't what got me, it was when his tongue gently but firmly traveled over the gash.
"Oh, god!" I gasped, feeling slight pain but more pleasure than anything. "Kalin!" I gasped, my knees giving out and I fell into him. But his mouth did not leave my wound, and I even felt him begin to suck as if he enjoyed the taste of my blood. The though and sensation was enough to excite my body to the point I swear I could feel my own wetness between my thighs.
Call me sadist! Just as long as I could get more of this. As if sensing my body's reaction, Kalin inhaled deeply, and with a sudden growl he lifted me. Hell, I didn't care, not even when he sat me on the kitchen table so that I was more at level with him.
When he finally drug his mouth away from my hand I gave a small cry at the loss of that pleasure that seemed to center right in my abdominal area.
"I . . ."Kalin was panting as well, putting his hands on either side of me, leaning towards me as if he just could not seem to stand up straight. I found my hands would not stay at my sides, reaching up to touch his sides, while his thumbs where stroking the skin of my outer thighs, and even that skin was highly sensitized. "Rebecca . . . I . . . I-" I broke him off though. The heat between my thighs was too much to bare, I didn't care what would happen to me after this, I just NEEDED him to touch me.
"Please, Kalin!" I gasped, rubbing my thighs together because I couldn't help it. I was going to crave him day and night after this, but even if it drove me crazy, I had to have it.
Fuck Ben.
"Rebecca?" he asked, confusion in his voice, and his expression made me realize that he was on about the same footing I was.
Oh god, he was a virgin.
That was like a douse of cold water to my arousal. Did I really just intend to have sex with him? I didn't really know him? Oh god, what was happening to me? How was I going to deal with this?
"My Becca," he growled and kissed me hard enough to make me lean back slightly with the force of it. Becca? Had he really just called me Becca? And his none the less? Oh god, Kalin, my Kalin, my sexy sweet Kalin. No one had ever called me Becca, and I wanted to hear him moan it.
I responded to his kiss, and I wish I could tell you it was not on my own violation, but then I would be lying. I may not know anything about Kalin's life, but I knew enough about him to know that my heart fluttered every time he came into my sight.
I gave a surprised moan when his hand came down on my sex through my sweat pants. Oh god, I almost just had an orgasm from that small little touch. He growled with pleasure and rubbed, making my toes curl, and little mewing sounds to come from my throat. It was scary and amazing all at the same time, to not be in control of my own body anymore. I was at his mercy.
I was his.
"More!" I managed to whisper when his mouth began to wander down my cheek to my throat, leaving a trail of fire and want. Needless to say though, if I had known how much raw animal instinct Kalin possessed, or how he would react, I probably would have said the same damn thing.
He reacted instantly, and I jerked when he pulled back, reached for the cleavage of my shirt, and tore it straight it open. I gasped, trying to draw away from him in surprise, but he also made quick work of my bra in the same manner.
"Kalin!" I gasped on a small breath, and jerked away in surprise, feeling oddly exposed and vulnerable with my breast bare, the nipples hard as if awaiting his attention. No, more like begging, since both were aching just as my sex was. But anything else I would have said was stole away when his cool hands yanked down my sweats and panties while he leaned forward and took my left nipple in his mouth and sucked like his life depended on it.
Holy shit this man was wasting no time!
I cried out and clutched at his head, and I wasn't sure if I were trying to pull him closer or push him away as waves if pleasure caused my sex to suddenly spasm with enough pleasure to make me throw my head back and cry out, arching my hips, seeking something anything, to ease the sudden increase of wanting it brought on. I had just cum for the first time in my life, and it made me ache for the more intense pleasure I knew an orgasm would bring me.
"Kalin!" I cried out as he switched nipples. I didn't know how to say my longing or my need out loud. I didn't even know what I needed. He growled again and his hand again found my sex, stroking with his forefinger. "Oh!" I gasped, arching up into his hand with delight. The pad of his finger easily found the swollen head of my clit and seemed to dance wonderful magic on it. It brought back the feeling of my cuming just moments before, except it was more bearable, more manageable.
"Your wet," he growled into my nipple. I wanted to snap back that of course I was, how could I not be with all of these wonderful things he was doing to my body. But then his finger entered me, I all thought fled faster than I had ever though possible. I was all sensation, feeling the roughness of his finger as it slid in and out of my sex, slick with orgasm and foreplay. Every single stroke brought me close and closer to that point, that wonderful, craved point.
Blinding need consumed me, and I wound my hands in his hair, pulling roughly, making him leave my ravished breasts behind. I had to have hurt him with how hard I pulled, but I didn't care. I got what I wanted when his mouth came down on mine with the same blind need. He pulled away slightly when I began clawing at his clothes, and he indulged me by pulling them off, having to take his hand from between my legs to do so, much to my disappointment.
But then I just had to stare.
Dressed, this man was eye candy, naked?
I think I had just cum again. He was sculpted to hard edged perfection, and I knew now what he did when he guards left him alone and he was not with me.
And while I did this, he stood there and looked at me with the same open admiration.
"You are . . ." I breathed, and I could not find the words to tell him what I was thinking. What I was wanting. What I was needling.
"You are just as beautiful as I imagined you being." he said in a low voice, and I just about fell in love with him.
"You . . . imagined me?" I asked, slightly shy, as ridiculous as that sounded. I had had lovers before him, yet I was intensely aware of his eyes as they traveled over me like no others had. They took in every single part of me they could, as if he were etching me into his brain.
His response was gratifying, that was all I could say about it. His mouth attacked mine, and his cock pressed hard up against my stomach, reigniting the fire and making me intensely aware of this male who wanted control of my body.
"Come," he pulled back to whisper against my lips, and then he kissed me again while lifting me clear off of the table. I was barley aware of it, feasting on his mouth, on the minty taste of him.
He was never putting that fucking muzzle back on. I was going to devour his mouth for hours and I would never get enough of the taste and sensation of his eager mouth moving over mine with pure lust to match my own.
But something sparked in my brain.
"Wait . . ." I tried to pull back and say, but a slight shifting has his cock brushing against my sex, and I moan aloud, thrusting my hips just to get a little more contact. I needed more, I had no idea what it was I was going to say.
He did not separate our bodies when we reached the bed, instead crawling onto it with me and then he lay our bodies flush against each other. My hands were greedy for the feel of him, as his were for me, both of us eagerly touching, finding out what made each other make each other gasp or our bodies tighten. I wiggled against him, wanting to feel more of him, needing him to stop with this blatant teasing and take me. Every other male could not wait to take me, even when I showed only casual interest in allowing them too. Why was it the one male who could give me what I craved could only slowly take his time moving up and down my body, dragging his mouth along my skin, breathing me in in a way that made tears spring to my gaze.
Several times he would place his open mouth against some part of me, and quite a few times I could have sworn I felt an odd sharpness to his teeth. But he would never bite down, though he seemed like he had to restrain himself just to prevent from doing something so trivial. Did he need reassurance?I found the thought oddly silly, but I had never been with a virgin before. Every male I had ever been with had been experienced, and I barley remembered my first time as it was.
"Kalin," I whispered his name with a wealth of compassion and want, feeling my heart beat too full in my chest.
For him.
I felt his lips curve against my stomach where he had moved too, and I gasped when he gave me a small nip that created a large stinging sensation. But his tongue immediately followed to take that lingering sting away, and I was once again distracted as he moved back up my body to rest on top of me. I could feel him pulse and throb where he rested against my stomach, but I could also sense the sudden calm in his body. This was no more a lustful and frantic joining, he was slowing the pace, taking his time.
"Have you ever felt this with anybody?"he questioned softly, but I could almost feel the silent dangerous emotions hidden behind the words. His hand went into my hair, undoing the ponytail, and making me sigh and close my eyes in content. My body still wanted him with a hard desperate edge, but it was following what he was doing as if he had spoken a command aloud.
"Have you?" this time it was a little more harsh, a gasp almost, desperate sounding. When I once again did not answer he pulled his body away from me, and I felt a feral fear grip me. My arms sprung forward and latched onto his back, nails digging in so he had no choice but to either stay put or pull until he dislodged me and drew blood. I looked up into his face, harsh lines showing from his need for me, and an almost ironic smile curved his lips.
Desperately I shook my head.
"No," I whispered, trying to arch my body up into his. I didn't know if it was a protest to him moving, or the answer to his question. Maybe both, or maybe neither. All I know is he finally gave me what I wanted. No more waiting, no more teasing, no more aching wondering.
He lowered and positioned himself until the crown of his cock rested against my entrance. The mere feel of it against the slick heat of my sex made me instinctive roll my hips, some carnal instinct I had never felt before. But his hands locked onto my hips, keeping me still, and I could tell my the look on his face he was grinding his teeth, still trying to take this slow.
I was beyond caring at this point.
"Are you ready?" he gasped out, pleasure obvious in his face, eagerness obvious in his eyes. I managed a breathless smile, pushing against his hands, against him, working him in just a little, my wetness enough for him to slide in with ease.
"How does it feel to you?" I almost growled, surprised with myself. But his response was thrilling, he growled back and gave a small thrust that had my body singing in ecstacy.
"Wonderful," he growled, and thrust the rest of the way in. This was different than any other encounter. There was no pain, no wishing for it to end, not wishing I had never let this male lay hands on me. It was wonderful and simple, as was the simple knowledge that I was as close as I could be with Kalin, and he felt it just as much as I did.
"Ah," he groaned, pausing inside my heat, and making my muscles spasm and clench around him. "Better than I imagined."
Never really had time to ponder that one. Because then came his first thrust, and that took away everything, I swear even my heart stopped for a few moments.
"More," he whispered, using his grip on my hips to pull me closer, until every single thrust rubbing our exposed skin together.
I suddenly orgasmed. I am not proud of that, I did not want this wonderful pleasure to end so soon. But his torture and pre-orgasm had my body wound up so tight it felt like I had not had sex in years. Every muscle reacted to him like it was trained to, and I could not help the shout of his name that came from my lips as my muscles tightened and clamped around him as if they would never let him go.
"Ah, my Becca," he gasped, and thrust hard enough to make my teeth clatter. He stayed penetrated deep, but did not come, as I was expecting him too. Instead he just lay on me, body to body, listening to each others heart beat beating hard and fast with post excitement. And as the minuets ticked by, my body began to chill, and my muscles relaxed into a state of euphoria that by itself alone could be as addicting as coke.
God damn, no wonder there were sex addicts.
But slowly, as the chill set in, and the excitement left, the soreness in my body began to become evident.
And with it, came the sudden shot of utter panic.
Oh god, what had I just done?
And as if to rub it in, Kalin stirred and began to slowly nuzzle my neck.
"Are you okay?" he said in a soft husky voice. That was like a douse of cold water to my face.
Oh shit!
"Kalin!" I began, my voice coming out like a gasp. I was in turmoil. Oh no, what was a going to do? What could I possibly do?
But he thought I was on about something else.
He was immediately off of me, worry and remorse on his face, his cock sliding out and making me gasp, even though he had suddenly lost his hardness.
"I am sorry!" he gasped, gently touching my face. "I am so sorry, I tried not to hurt you. I hurt you, didn't I?" oh crap, how was I supposed to keep my head when he was making me feel for him even more?
No, no, think of Ben, think of what you have done.
But I couldn't. Not fully, I was even having trouble feeling remorse.
"No, no Kalin, you didn't hurt me. It was," a big breath, " it was amazing."
He smiled, and it made me want to smile back, but I forced myself to look away from him and sit up, grabbing my robe I had on a peg beside my bed to cover myself. Kalin frowned at this, but did not comment on it, nor did he comment on my sudden distance emotionally.
I had to admit though, I felt wonderful. A little cold, a little sore, but freaking wonderful.
"Are you okay then?" he asked, standing up, oh so glorious, and came over to me. It scared me, how I suddenly craved him again, so I quickly put my hands up to stop him.
"No! Stop Kalin, it was wonderful, it was, but we need to talk. Oh god, do we need to talk." he frowned at me, and we had a standoff for a good minuet or two. This was not how I picture him taking off the muzzle. I did not imagine we would have hot steamy sex.
Oh god, we hadn't used a condom!
"Please!" I gasped, dashing past him to get to the bathroom. "Get dressed!" and I shut the door behind me and locked it, hoping he would not wait to ambush me when I came out and would just listen to what I had requested.
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When I came from the bathroom, my hand bandaged, I was neither showered nor dressed due to the lack of not only clean towels in my bathroom but clean clothes. I meant to just come out, grab a towel and clothes, and come back in.
But of course Kalin was a matter I did not really think about.
He had me pinned against the wall before I had even taken four steps out of the bathroom door.
"Kalin!" I gasped, trying to wiggle to see if I could give myself any leeway from the hardness of his body. He was dressed, thank god, but it did not help that I could still feel him through the thin material of my robe.
"You are not going anywhere until you explain to me what just happened. We made love, you admitted to me that it was as wonderful for you as it was for me. And then you act like I am some vile rapist and you run from me."
"I do not want to talk about this right now, Kalin."
"Well too bad, because I just took that damn muzzle off for you, and I am kind of in the mood to talk." That sparked my temper.
"Yeah, to do what! Suck my damn hand! You knew I was on edge with the sexual tension between us, and you knew doing something like that was going to drive me over the edge. I was not ready, Kalin!"
"You are lying, your body proved to me that you were ready."
"Maybe not emotionally, did you think of that?"
"Yes," he growled, but I ignored him and continued on, the more and more I yelled the more and more my voice was beginning to get choked up with tears.
"Well then you should have found the restraint to wait! God damnit! I have a boyfriend Kalin and now I have to deal with the fact that in my eyes I cheated on him even though we had never been intimate! I am always a faithful person! And to top it off, you took me in my own bed! DAMNIT! I was supposed to invite the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life into my bed and on my own will, not drowning in pleasure to the point where I couldn't even think." now that wasn't really his fault, but I could not help but feel angry and violated.
"You know all I keep hearing out of you," he growled, obviously his own temper had sparked, and it surprised me, I had never seen it before. "I keep hearing a bunch of excuses you are wrapping around yourself because you are scared of what just happened. I know for a damn fact Becca that the moment your lips touched mine you knew I was a person you could spend the rest of your life with. I know once you felt me inside you knew you were emotionally ready. You just keep running away from the things in which you do not have control over."
"My boyfriend-" I gasped, but he broke in, silencing me.
"Is obsolete if he can not even ease that beautiful body the way I can." and with that he lifted a hand and groped a breast. To my shame my whole body reacted to the small touch, and more tears sprung to me eyes. No, no, I could not let him make me addicted to his body. But the words would not come out, especially when he bent to my throat. "I think it is time that we finish this once and for all, Becca." he placed his open mouth to the nook between my neck and shoulder, and I once again felt the sharpness of teeth against my skin.
And then I was saved by a knock at the door.
"Let me go!" I gasped, and used his distraction with my throat to put all of my force into a shove that actually got him off of me. I bolted for the door, aware my face was flushed and that I was still wearing my thin pink silk robe. I didn't care who was at the door, they had just saved me from a situation I could not have backed out of or lied my way out of.
I tore the door open, only to freeze where I stood, my heart suddenly in my throat.
"Ben?" I gasped.