Chapter 17

S ince the moment I saw Illeana's picture in the file, I knew she was trouble. Being in this cabin with her for the past four days has tested every single bit of patience I have. The fact that she left the bathroom door cracked open was the last straw. When I walked past and saw her standing there in just a towel, it was like she was begging me to walk in. Begging me to make the first move. Standing before her now, I know I made my choice.

Illeana is mine.

Unless she tells me to walk away, I'm staying. I'm claiming her. I'm going to make her mine for as long as she will have me.

"Stt... Steel," she mumbles, her green eyes widen as she looks at me. Her hand tightens around the edge of her towel where she holds it to her body.

"Princess," I grunt, staring at her.

"What... What are you doing here?" she asks, finally finding her voice, slightly.

"You left the door open," I answer, taking a step inside the room. Two more steps, and I'll be directly in front of her.

"I didn't mean to," llleana answers, clutching her towel tighter to her.

"Maybe not intentionally," I answer, taking another step forward. "But you still did it. Just like you wore that strappy tank top when we watched a movie. And just like you held on just a little longer when I caught you today. You may say we've been at odds since the day we met, but it's a lie." When I pause, I'm directly in front of her towel-covered body; mere inches are separating us. I can feel the heat of her body rolling off her. "Tell me you don't want to know what this is. Tell me I made it all up, and I'll walk away." Reaching up, I lightly wrap my hand around her neck, gently brushing my thumb on her cheek. Her lips part with a soft gasp, telling me she feels this madness, too. I give her one more second to speak up before leaning in closer. I need to know how soft her lips are against mine.

"I'm taking your silence as a yes," I murmur right before brushing my lips softly against hers. When she doesn't pull away, I deepen the kiss, locking her in my hold as I push my tongue between her lips, forcing her to give me entrance. The longer our kiss goes on, the more her body begins to relax in my hold. Knowing I need to get her out of this bathroom before we go any further, I break the kiss, pulling back only slightly, enough that I can look her in the eyes. "Good girl."

I swear she shivers at my praise. Her body completely under my command. Testing that theory, I keep one hand on her neck while I move to nibble on her ear lobe and kiss my way down, giving her soft bites here and there. My other hand moves to the edge of her towel, tugging it slowly, giving her a chance to stop me if she wants. She moans when my kisses reach her collarbone. The sound makes my dick grow harder behind the zipper of my jeans. Her hands let go of the edge of the towel and let me pull it away completely as one of her hands settles on my hip, the other wrapping around my neck to hold me against her. It seems the Princess likes her neck being nipped; I'll have to keep that in mind. Too bad I can't leave any marks to let everyone know she belongs to me. Now that would be hot if I could. Maybe one day.

"Steel, please," she begs, her hand pulling my head up as she leans in to kiss me.

I keep myself pulled back just enough to stop her, causing her to groan. "Please what, Princess? I need you to use your words. Please kiss you, touch you, fuck you, what?"

"Touch me, please touch me," she begs, giving me exactly what I asked for.

"Good girl," I kiss her as I move my hand from her hip, gliding it down her body until I reach the apex of her legs. Nudging them apart, I slip my hand between her legs and begin to play with her clit. At first, her body freezes up at my touch, but after a few seconds, she begins to relax and grind down on my hand every time my index finger brushes her clit. When I know she's ready for more, I slide my hand down just a little further, feeling her slick heat as one finger slides easily between her pussy lips. After a few strokes, I insert two fingers, then three, stretching her and getting her ready. She's tight and I know it's going to hurt the first time I get inside her, so I want to make sure she's as ready as possible for me.

Her walls squeeze my fingers with every stroke as I feel her getting closer to her end. Every thrust of my fingers, I make sure to rub my thumb against her clit at the same time. Her moans fill the bathroom as she continues to get louder, her breaths becoming shallower as her body begins to quake under my touch. "Look at you falling apart at my touch. It's like your body knows just what to do with me commanding it. Are you ready to come yet, Princess?" I growl in her ear right as I thrust my fingers into her hard. She doesn't get a chance to answer me before she's moaning with her release, her body shaking, as her legs begin to give out on her.

"Steel!" she moans, using me to hold her up.

I can't help but watch her as she falls apart in my arms, knowing I'm the one who got to break her. I'm the one who made her come, her body beautiful under my touch and my touch alone. "I'm not finished with you yet, Princess. Lean against the sink and hold on," I instruct her as I help her to get into position. When I see her grasp the edge of the counter, I drop down to my knees, kissing my way down her stomach. "Now, I need to taste you."

Wasting no time, I shove her legs apart to reach her cunt. "God, you smell delicious," I groan against her skin right before I lick her cunt. She jumps at the move with a small squeak as she tries to pull away from me. The move makes me pause as I look up at her to make sure she's okay, and that's when it clicks. I don't think anyone has ever eaten her out. Shit!

"Has anyone ever tasted you?" I inquire, pushing my fingers into her soaked pussy again as I wait for her answer.

"No," she moans, reaching down to grasp the back of my head and pulling me forward once more. That's my good girl, knowing what she wants and taking it. Following her lead, I move between her legs once again, licking and sucking at her clit and pussy, she tastes divine, like I could never get enough of her.

With one hand wrapped around her right thigh, I help hold her in place while I use my other hand to play with her clit, rubbing in circles with just enough pressure. I don't want her to come too quickly. I want to draw it out, savor it, savor her.

Her body quakes in my hold, her back arching over the counter, her head hitting the mirror behind her as she grinds down on my face, looking for the friction she desperately wants. I won't let her have it. She's not in control. With my hand on her thigh, I squeeze tightly, telling her silently to hold still. For the most part, she listens, her hold on the back of my head loosening just a little, but her fingers are still weaved into my hair. I like the feel of them there, her veiled attempt at having some semblance of control as I use her body, control her body.

"Steel, please," she gasps, begging me to let her come. "I need to come, please."

Looking up at her from down on my knees, pleasure etched across her face, is all I need to see. Picking up my pace, I thrust my tongue inside her, sucking and nibbling as I pick up my pace, rubbing her clit, and playing her body in just the right way for maximum pleasure. Just when I think she can't handle it anymore, I release her thigh and snake my hand around her ass, pulling apart her ass cheeks to gain access to her hole, the very one I know no one has ever gone near. With a smirk, I begin to circle it. One day I'll take her ass, but she's not ready for that just yet, my only plan is to tease her and heighten her pleasure just a tad bit more.

"Steel," she moans, falling apart in my arms as her cum gushes out of her. I lick her up just as quickly as she comes, sucking down every last drop of her that I can.

"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 wring it 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."

This is the start of something completely magical. I don't care how off-limits Illeana is. She's mine now, and I refuse to let her go. I'll do whatever it takes to make sure she is safe and smiling every day.