I brace myself, ready to slide all the way in. Ready to take her.
To claim her, to mark her as mine.
Ready to take that sweet innocence.
“Show me,” she breathes into my ear.
I push inside.
Eva gasps, her hands raking my skin, her legs tightening around my waist.
“Oh, God,” she whispers, her mouth slack and her eyes wide and staring into mine.
I start to slow, but she shakes her head.
“Keep going,” she blurts out, her legs wrapping around me.
I groan, my muscles straining as I rock in, slipping inside of her, taking her, watching her face as the sweet bliss slowly melts across it.
“Oh my God,” she whispers again.
I’m only half inside, but she’s so fucking tight around me, so fucking perfect.
“You’re holding back,” she says softly.
“I know.”
“Don’t.”
Our eyes lock, and as I mash my lips to hers, I rock my hips forward and sheath the rest of my cock deep inside of her.
She screams into my lips — sweet agonizing bliss screamed into my mouth. Her legs tighten around me, her hands slide up my back to claw at my skin, and her hips rock up to meet mine.
“Yessss,” she hisses as I start to pull back. She’s panting, and I’m clenching my jaw just to hang on here before I sink back inside of her.
“It’s so good,” she husks out, her brow creased in pleasure as her hands slip up and down my back.
“We’re just getting started, angel.”
“Then please don’t stop.”
She cries out as I rock inside, filling her to the brim and taking those lips of hers again as I feel my cock sink deep inside. I start to move in and out, rolling my hips against her again and again, my hands sliding into her hair and tangling in those golden locks as she starts to move with me. She’s gasping, panting, crying out for more as the sensations start to pull us under.
And there’s something about this sweet angel of a girl moaning and begging me to fuck her deeper that has my cock harder than it’s ever been. We’re moving together like we’ve been doing this for years, rolling together, hips sliding together, mouths moving over the other, breathing each other’s breaths.
Hands memorize skin, lips memorize kisses, and bodies memorize the feeling of this first time.
I’m her first time.
And goddamn am I going to make it one she’ll never forget.
My hand slides down to her ass, grabbing her possessively as I fuck her harder. She’s panting now, her breath coming in fast, quick little puffs as her eyes lock onto mine.
“I’m- oh my God, Rowan…”
It’s like a whispered prayer.
She starts to moan faster, her cries high and whimpered and driving me right towards that edge with her.
“I’m going to-”
“I want you to come, angel,” I growl. “I want to feel it when you come for the first time with me inside of you.”
She screams into my mouth as she shatters under me, and I go crashing right over that edge along with her. It’s blinding, it’s raw, and it’s everything as we come screaming together in each other’s arms.
Yeah, I might be going to hell for this. But right now?
Right now it couldn’t be more perfect.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Evangeline
I’m lost.
Not in a bad way, and not in a “my soul is lost” way.
Lost in the most perfect, most insanely wonderful sense of the word.
Blissfully lost. Wondering why I’ve never done this before lost. Not caring for a single second what comes next or what this means lost.
I can still feel my heart hammering in my chest, the blood pumping through my veins like hot fire.
My father, his version of scripture, and everything I’ve ever known would tell me I’ve just condemned myself to burn in hell. Everything I’ve been told and taught and lectured on tells me that I’ve just given up my soul for a taste of the sweetest temptation, that I’ve irreversibly soiled myself and spit in the eye of God.
And for the first time in my life, I have concrete proof that I can lean on that says all of that is dead wrong.
Because I don’t feel like I’ve sinned.
I don’t feel like I’m lost and spinning towards hell, and I don’t feel that any God would ever look at what I’ve just done — at the pure bliss of two people coming together and doing that — and think down on it.
In fact, I’ve never felt closer to a higher power than I did just now. When, for one moment, our bodies crashed together as one. When I lost myself in him.
His hand trails over my arm, fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake. His lips kiss at the back of my neck, sending a heated blush creeping over my face as he pulls me into him.