Page 27 of Frosted Hearts

"Good girl," I murmur, pulling back and sitting on my heels. "Did you enjoy that?"

"Fuck," she pants, trying to catch her breath.

"I'll take that as a yes," I chuckle, knowing there is still so much more to come. Rising to my feet, I wrap my hands lightly around her neck, my fingers wrapping in her loose wet hair, my thumbs brushing her cheeks gently. "I'm not done with you yet, Princess. We're only getting started."

"I don't think I can take anymore," she mutters, collapsing against my chest.

"You can trust me," I murmur, picking her up in my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist as her arms wrap around my neck. Her head is tucked into my neck, where she's placing little kisses here and there.

Thank god she sent Grace to bed early tonight. Carrying her out of the bathroom and down the hall to my room, I kick the door shut behind me and gently place her on the bed. Her hair fans out around her as she lays in front of me. Her chest rising and falling with each deep breath she takes, her eyes heated and never leaving mine. She's a sight to see, and she's mine for the taking.

"You have one more chance to walk away," I growl, not wanting to do anything she isn't comfortable with. She's a bad idea, a terrible idea, but if she lets me have her, I'm going to take every chance and enjoy each time with her. We may be all wrong, but at the same time, we are completely right and I have every intention of proving it to her.

"I'm not walking away," she smiles up at me with lust-filled eyes. "I need you, Steel, please."

That's all I needed to hear. Pulling my shirt off over my head with one hand, I begin unbuttoning my jeans and sliding them down my hips so I'm left standing in front of her in just my boxers. Her eyes travel down my body as she takes me in. She licks her lips as she looks at me, making me want to kiss her again. Leaning my body over hers on the bed, I do exactly that, bringing my lips to hers as I kiss her softly. "Tell me what you want, Princess."

"Please," she begs, arching her back up into me, pushing our bodies closer together.

"Please what? Use your words," I instruct, kissing my way down her neck until I reach the swell of her breasts. I bite and suck until I create a mark on the swell of her breast marking her as mine and then move to the other and do the same thing there as well.

"Please fuck me," she begs, pulling my head back up so she can kiss me.

"This isn't going to be soft," I promise, reaching down with one hand to push my boxers off as I use my other to hover just above her. She kisses my jaw as I fist cock, giving myself a few pumps. I'm already hard as can be, and I need to be inside of her immediately. Reaching for the nightstand beside us, I pull the drawer open quickly, shuffling around until my fingers find the condom I was looking for lying inside. Bringing the foil up to my lips, I tear the package open with my teeth before bringing it down my body and rolling it on with one hand. Lining myself up, I push myself inside her, stretching her to accommodate me. Watching her carefully, I notice her face scrunch in pain right as I push myself the rest of the way in.

Shit! I didn't want to hurt her.

Pulling out slowly, I look down between us and notice something red between her legs.Oh fuck!"Illeana," I whisper, lifting my head to look at her. "Are you?" Unable to say the words completely, I look at her and wait for the answer I already know is coming.

This is not good. Oh god, everyone is going to murder me for taking her virginity. I'm dead, so dead. I mean it's worth it though, I did say I was going to ruin her for everyone else. And now I can say I have. Knowing that I'm her first means I am never sharing her with anyone. She's mine. I won't let her go after this. I don't care what comes crashing down on our heads.

"I was," she nods, her fingers digging into my ass as she urges me to enter her again. "I can take it, please don't stop. I want this. I need this. You."

Taking a deep breath, I search her face to make sure she means what she says. I don't want her to regret this for one second. "Okay," I answer, leaning down to gently kiss her forehead. "I'll take it slow."

"No, give it to me rough. Please," she begs, right as I enter her once more.

Doing what she says, I begin a fast pace slamming into her tight cunt over and over again. She's tight, so tight it feels like she is strangling my cock. I'm not going to last long like this. I need her to come and fast. I wanted to flip her over, take her from behind and spank her ass for all the torture she's put me through, but I can do that later. I want her first time to be everything she thought it would be and then some. I kiss her, pushing my tongue between her lips as I hold her close to me. With each thrust, her nails rake down my back, and I know I'm going to have marks from her tomorrow.

"Fuck, Steel," she moans. "Don't stop, oh god don't stop."

"God isn't here right now, Princess. Only me. Tell me who you belong to," I demand, thrusting into her hard as I bottom out inside her and hold still.

"You!" she moans while panting. "I belong to you!"

"Good Girl," I smile, reaching down to play with her clit. She's close, I can feel it. it isn't going to take her long at all to dive right over that cliff.

"Steel, please," she begs, her body shaking as her nails dig into my forearm and back as she holds on tight. "I'm coming!"

I watch her fall apart in my arms as her orgasm crashes down on her. Her pussy is holding onto my dick in a chokehold. It only takes me a few more strokes before I fall over the cliff right after her. Thrusting into her as far as I can, I hold still, feeling myself squirt inside the condom, my arms shake as I hold myself above her, not wanting to crush her under my body weight. I swear I'm seeing stars as I feel myself come down from my orgasm, pulling out of her and rolling onto my side beside her. "I'll be right back," I mumble, kissing her cheek and rolling out of bed.

I walk into the attached bathroom, pulling the condom off, and tying it off before tossing it into the trash can. Grabbing a washcloth from the cabinet above the toilet, I turn on the sink, running the cloth underneath to get it cold and wet. I wringit out and move back into the bedroom, seeing Illeana lying in bed exactly where I left her. "Open your legs a little for me," I prompt, sitting on the side of the bed beside her.

She does as I ask, pulling her legs apart enough for me to use the wet washcloth to clean her. I know she's sore, and the cold from the cloth should feel good right now. It doesn't take me long to get her cleaned up, but I admit, I took my time letting the cloth sit between her legs to soothe her. When I felt the cloth losing its coldness, I pull it away and toss it into the corner of the room where a laundry basket is sitting.

"Thank you," Illeana whispers, moving over in the bed to make room for me to lay beside her.

Pulling the covers back, I help her move under them as I take the spot beside her. Once I'm settled, I pull her toward me until she is lying right beside me, our bodies intertwined as I hold her in my arms. "Sleep, Princess. I'll hold you all night long."

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