Page 21 of A Debt of Darkness

She stills and I stare at the perfect pussy in front of me.

I freeze, determined to make sure I’m seeing what the fuck it is I think I’m seeing.

Fuck.

Ivy’s a virgin.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

I need to claim her, own her, fuck her until she knows she’s mine. Until her cunt knows it’s mine and I’ve marked it with my come.

I need to protect her and I never should have pushed this. Never should have stolen this choice from her.

I want her.

I need her.

And my mouth moves back to playing with her clit as I try to decide what the fuck to do. The need to fuck her is almost all-consuming and the closer she gets to orgasm, the more I need to feel her wrapped around me.

She moans and her legs tremble, and the perfect girl who wasn’t what I thought she was comes for me, screaming as Igive her what I assume is her first orgasm from a man. I draw it out and she’s crying, shaking, and her pleasure carries her away, making my arousal even more uncontrollable.

Ivy collapses and she’s so perfect. So soft. So irresistible.

I lift my head and she smiles, delirious and lost in her climax. I crawl up her body and plant a gentle kiss on her lips, whispering she’s perfect over and over again.

My dick brushes against her and I hiss, unable to hold back any longer. I rock my weight back and kneel between her legs, running the head of my cock along her. She whines, still sensitive.

“Be a good girl for me.”

My voice is commanding and she stills, obeying me instantly.

I drag my cock around the entrance to her pussy, and her hips buck, lifting away. I press against her and she doesn’t move, staying absolutely still.

I want to be inside her.

I want to fuck her until she’s sore and consumed, and then I want to fuck her again and again and again. I want to fuck her hard enough that my dick’s sore because she’s felt it in the back of her goddamn throat—and it would be so easy. So simple. Fucking perfect, too.

I nudge forward and Ivy whimpers.

She’s so soft. So gentle.

So fucking innocent.

She stares at me with her big green eyes and pleads with me. I don’t know if she’s asking me to fuck her or asking me to stop. She isn’t telling me to stop. I wouldn’t even if she did.

Except, I’ve taken this choice from her.

She’s lost her will to my venom and my blood—andnormally that wouldn’t bother me one fucking bit.

But this is Ivy. She’s my mate. She’s everything and I want her more than anything. Every instinct is screaming that I need to claim her before another does and my dick is about to explode.

And I can’t.

Not unless I’m certain she’s certain. I can’t steal this from her, not when I’ve stolen everything else. I won’t. I can’t. I fucking can’t, even though it’s going to fucking kill me not to fuck her.

I tip my head back and pull away.

She looks confused. Wounded. Distraught.

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