17. Lena

17

LENA

M y body is heavy with sleep as I wake with a start. The events of last night play in my mind. The careful plan we devised together in secret, the thrill of anticipation, and then...the act itself. I curl my fingers around the bedsheet, feeling excitement and unease.

Was it a mistake? I’d wanted it, craved it even, but now...now, I can’t shake the feeling that we’re teetering on the edge of something dangerous. My body still hums with the memory of Talon’s touch and our shared intimacy. A part of me yearns for more and wants him to claim me fully and make me his. But there’s a voice of caution whispering in my ear, warning of the potential consequences.

I bury myself under the covers, hoping to escape the dilemma by hiding from the morning light. But my quiet refuge is soon disrupted by a familiar knock. Talon enters, clad only in boxer briefs. My gaze drops, and I see the outline of his erection, prominent and demanding. I’m shocked by his boldness and the raw desire it ignites.

My mouth goes dry as I take in his form, every muscle sculpted by years of enduring silent abuse. And now, despite my lingering doubts, I want to explore every inch of him.

He strides toward me, each step confident and purposeful. His gaze holds mine, challenging, alluring. This is Talon, always pushing boundaries, always unafraid. He stands tall even in the face of our foster parents’ wrath. And now, here he is, offering himself to me.

I swallow hard, fighting the urge to look away. My heart pounds in my chest as I realize the power I hold now. I could accept him, embrace our shared darkness, or step back, reigniting our tension.

“Are you ready, princess?” he asks, his voice laced with challenge.

“What for?” I ask, feigning ignorance. I already know the answer, but I want to hear him say it.

A slow, confident smirk spreads across his face, and a spark of triumph glints in his eyes. “You know what for, Lena.”

My pulse quickens as he hooks his thumbs under the elastic of his boxer briefs and pushes them down just enough to free his cock. It springs out, hard, veiny and thick.

My breath catches in my throat as heat coils low in my belly. A familiar ache pulses between my legs, and I shift uncomfortably, feeling vulnerable and exposed. My body betrays me, yearning for something I’ve never experienced.

I glance up at his face, searching for a sign of hesitation, a hint that this is all moving too fast. But his expression is impassive, his eyes fixed on me.

Without speaking, he steps closer, his intent clear. Warmth radiates from his body along with the scent of his skin, a mix of musk and something uniquely him. He towers over me, powerful and commanding, a force of nature that cannot be stopped.

My mouth waters, and my rational mind fades into the background. I need to feel him inside me, stretching me, claiming me as his own. I don’t care that it’s my first time or that I’m still unsure where this leaves us. My body has a mind of its own, and it craves Talon.

“I’m ready,” I whisper, my voice trembling with anticipation. “I want you to be my first.”

A deep growl rumbles in Talon’s chest. “And you’ll be mine.”

I freeze, processing his words. “What? But I thought...”

“You thought wrong.” His blue eyes lock onto mine with fierce intensity. “It’s always been you, Lena. Only you. I’ve been waiting.”

My heart pounds against my ribs. All this time, I’d assumed... The boys at school used to talk about Talon’s conquests, about how many girls he’d been with. But they were wrong. He’d been saving himself, just like me.

“But last night...” I trail off, remembering how skillfully his mouth had worked between my legs. “You seemed to know exactly what you were doing.”

A dark smile plays across his lips. “I made sure I knew how to please you. Studied everything there is to know about making you feel good.” His fingers trace along my collarbone. “But no, I’ve never tasted another woman before you.”

The possessiveness in his voice sends shivers down my spine. Everything about him—his touch, words, and presence—speaks of ownership. And somehow, that knowledge that I’m the only one he’s ever wanted this way makes me want him even more.

“Then prove it,” I demand, my eyes daring him to do it. I’m trembling, unsure if it’s from anticipation or fear. I’m inviting something wild and untamed into my life—something that might consume me entirely.

Talon doesn’t reply; he simply grabs my wrists and pushes me back onto the bed. I land with a soft bounce, my hair cascading around me. His eyes burn with desire as he takes in the sight of me splayed out before him.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice rough with need.

His gaze rakes over my body, and I feel it like a physical touch. I want to cover myself, but I force my hands to stay by my sides. This is what I asked for, what I wanted. I will not shy away now.

He leans over me, and his lips hover just above mine for a moment. I catch my breath, expecting a kiss, but instead, he speaks, his warm breath ghosting over my lips. “You want me, Lena?”

“Yes,” I whisper, meeting his eyes. “I want you.”

“Say it again,” he commands, his voice low and demanding.

“I want you,” I repeat, my voice stronger this time.

“Good.” His lips curve into a wicked grin. “But the question is, can you take me?”

My heart pounds as he finally releases my wrists, and his hands wander over me. He traces the strap of my tank top, his eyes never leaving mine.

His fingers find the hem, and he pulls it over my head, leaving me bare from the waist up. I resist the urge to cover my breasts, feeling vulnerable but strangely powerful at the same time. Talon’s eyes move hungrily over my exposed skin.

He leans in, his lips brushing mine, but then he pulls back. “Are you sure about this, Lena? Once I’m inside you, there’s no going back.”

I swallow, my throat dry. “I’m sure,” I say. “I want you to take my virginity, Talon.”

He groans at that, and all restraint seems to leave him. He moves his body over mine, his erection pressing against my core. “Then take me, baby,” he growls.

His mouth crushes down on mine, stealing my breath away. I moan into the kiss as he grips my hips, grinding his length against my damp panties. My body moves with his, begging for friction, for release.

His lips trail kisses along my jaw and neck until he reaches the sensitive spot above my collarbone. I arch my back, offering myself to him, needing more. His mouth latches onto the tender skin, sucking gently as his hands slip under my panties. With one swift motion, he rips them off, baring me to his gaze.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin.

Talon hovers over me, his eyes blazing with a fierce light that sends shivers down my spine. Desire pools low in my belly as I feel his hardness against my core. His mouth, fierce and demanding, covers mine, and I moan into the kiss. His tongue tangles with mine, tasting heat and need, stoking the flames burning inside me.

I’m aching, throbbing for him, and when he pulls away, I feel a moment of loss. But then he teases my earlobe with his teeth, his breath hot against my skin. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he growls. “How many nights I’ve dreamed of having you beneath me, soft and willing.”

His words send a rush of liquid heat between my legs, and I shift beneath him, longing for relief. Talon chuckles a sound that seems to vibrate through my core. His hand reaches down, his fingers stroking my sensitive clit, gently at first and then more firmly. I cry out, the pleasure shooting through me like lightning.

“Please...” I don’t even know what I’m begging for, but I need something to ease this sweet torture.

Talon doesn’t answer with words. Instead, he begins to move against me, his hard cock sliding against my wetness. His precum mixes with my arousal, providing just enough lubrication as he rubs himself over my swollen clit.

I moan, my back arching off the bed as sensation after sensation washes over me. His movements are deliberate and purposeful, driving me to the edge and then pulling back, teasing me with the promise of release. I’m gasping, clawing at his back, desperate for more.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispers, his lips brushing my ear. “Come for me.”

His words push me over the edge, and my body convulses, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me. I cry out, my voice hoarse with need, my body shaking.

He continues to thrust against my clit as my orgasm washes over me.

“You ready for the main event, princess?” Talon’s voice is gravelly, his eyes focused on mine. I feel his hard length pressing against me, and my breath catches in my throat.

“Yeah,” I breathe, suddenly nervous. This is it—the moment I cross the point of no return. Once he takes my virginity, I know a part of me will belong to him forever. Even if we go our separate ways, I’ll never forget him.

He chuckles, his breath hot against my ear. “You sure about that? Because once I’ve had you, I’ll never be able to stop.”

I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, my eyes flitting to his. “That’s what I want,” I whisper.

A feral grin stretches across his face, and he grips my hips, holding me in place. “Hold tight, baby, because I’m not holding back.”

My heart stutters in my chest as I brace myself for his invasion. I feel the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance, and I suck in a breath. This is it.

With a low growl that sounds more animal than human, Talon begins to push inside me. I feel the stretch of my untried channel as he fills me inch by inch. His eyes close, his jaw clenches, and I know he’s struggling to maintain control.

“Fuck,” he grits out, his eyes flying open. “You’re so tight, so fucking tight, Lena.”

I whimper as he slides deeper, a combination of pleasure and pain washing over me. I can feel every thick vein on his length as he pushes further, claiming me, marking me as his.

“Please,” I whisper. I want him to stop, and at the same time, I want him to keep going. I want to feel him buried to the hilt, completing the union of our bodies.

“You want more?” he asks, his voice harsh.

“Yes,” I gasp, surprising myself with my boldness. But it’s the truth. I need all of him.

His eyes darken with desire, and he pulls out slightly before thrusting back in, harder this time. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groans, his eyes glued to where we’re joined. “You have no idea how good this feels.”

I can’t answer; I’m too lost in the sensation of him moving inside me. It’s overwhelming, all-consuming. I’ve never felt so full, so exquisitely possessed.

Talon’s control snaps, and he begins to move with purpose, his hips pistoning as he sinks deep into me with each thrust. I cry out with each impact, my body rocking with the force. It’s a blur of sensation, my nerves alight with pleasure.

“Take all of me,” he growls, gripping my hips tightly.

His pace is relentless, and heat coils in my belly again, building toward another climax. Talon’s breathing is harsh, his eyes fixed on mine.

“Look at me, Lena,” he commands, his voice hoarse. “I want to watch your pretty eyes when you come again.”

I force my heavy-lidded eyes open, meeting his fierce gaze. He pounds into me with abandon, each thrust pushing me to the edge. I feel the familiar coiling in my core, tightening like a spring.

“I’m close,” I gasp, unable to look away from the raw hunger in his eyes.

The primal intensity in his eyes knocks the breath from my lungs. Everything but this moment fades away as Talon gives in to his most basic urges, and so do I.

His mouth finds mine again, and our tongues battle for dominance. It mirrors the erotic dance of our bodies, our rhythm fast and fierce. He withdraws only to slam back into me, causing my back to arch and my legs to wrap around his waist. I’m desperate for this—for him—in a way I never imagined.

My nails dig into his back as he picks up the pace, thrusting relentlessly. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he grunts against my mouth. “Your tight little pussy is made for me.”

His words thrill me. I bite my lip to hold in a whimper as he hits a spot deep inside that has me seeing stars. “Yes,” I moan.

“I got you, baby,” he murmurs, his hips snapping as he drives into me. “I’m gonna fill you up, mark you as mine.”

My whole body goes rigid as the pleasure peaks. “Talon... I—I can’t?—”

“Let go, Lena,” he commands. “Come for me.”

His rough voice breaks my restraint, and I shatter around him, crying out his name. Wave after wave of ecstasy washes over me. He groans, his body going taut as he thrusts through my orgasm. I feel him throbbing inside me, and warmth spreads through my core as he fills me with his release.

His hands grab my hips, burying himself as deeply as possible, his forehead resting against mine. We’re both breathless, sweating, sated.

I’m the first to break the silence. “That was...” I can’t even find the words to describe it.

He chuckles, his breath tickling my ear. “Fucking incredible? Mind-blowing? Life-changing?”

I laugh, feeling light and giddy in a way I’ve never experienced before. “All of the above.”

Talon lifts his head, his eyes locking with mine in a gaze that burns through me. “This is more than just a moment, Lena. What we just shared is a promise. A vow. I’ll be your shield against the world, your anchor in the storm. And you’ll be my reason to keep fighting, to never give up.”

His hand slides into my hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he pulls me closer. “From now on, it’s you and me against the world. No matter what they throw at us, we’ll face it together. Because what we have—it’s unbreakable. It’s forever.”

I swallow, my pulse quickening as the weight of what we’ve just done sinks in. I’m bound to him forever. The thought should scare me, but it fills me with a heady sense of satisfaction.

“I know,” I whisper, my eyes never leaving his. “And you’re mine.”

Something vulnerable flickers in his eyes, and his fierce expression softens. “Always, baby.”

His lips capture mine, and our kiss is slower this time, sweet and tender. He’s still inside me, and I feel him twitch, causing a ripple of pleasure to course through me. I smile against his mouth, my body already responding to his.

His hands reach up to cup my breasts, thumbs brushing my sensitive nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through me. “You’re so responsive,” he murmurs, his eyes darkening with desire again. “I love how you react to my touch.”

I shiver as he teases my nipples, rolling them between his fingers. “They’re sensitive,” I breathe, arching into his touch.

“Yeah?” He plucks at them, grinning when I mewl softly. “You like that, baby?”

“Mmm,” I hum my agreement. “Don’t stop.”

His low chuckle vibrates against my chest. “Not a chance.”

His mouth closes over one tight bud, sucking gently as his hand moves to tease the other. Heat spreads through my core, desire already building again. How is this possible? I just climaxed, and now my body is ready for more.

Talon pulls away, a hint of teeth scraping my sensitive flesh. “You have the most gorgeous tits,” he growls. “I could play with these all day.”

Heat creeps up my neck, and my nipples pebble even tighter beneath his worship. I’m feeling emboldened by his praise. “They’re yours to play with,” I offer shyly. “Anytime you want.”

I see the words affect him; his eyes darken further, and his cock twitches inside me. “Damn right, they are,” he growls. “All of you belongs to me.”

His possessiveness gives me goosebumps, and I get even wetter. This primitive side of him feeds something deep within me, something that yearns to be owned and dominated by this man who has always protected me.

He pulls out of me slowly, his eyes smoldering as he takes in the sight of his still-hard cock sliding out of my well-used pussy. My inner walls feel tender, and my thighs tremble slightly, but I’m already eager for more.

He chuckles, noticing my hungry gaze. “Hungry, baby?”

“For you,” I breathe, meaning every word. “Always.”

He grins, predatory and sexy. “Turn over.”

I do as he says, getting on my hands and knees and offering myself to him. Talon moves behind me, his hands caressing my hips before gripping them roughly. “You ready for round two?”

“Yes, please,” I beg, my voice thick with need. “I need you, Talon.”

He leans over me, his hot breath fanning the back of my neck. “You’re so fucking greedy, Lena,” he growls in approval. “Just the way I like you.”

And then he fills me again, making me scream in a mix of pleasure and pain as my world fades to just the two of us.