"Harder," she gasped suddenly, nails raking his back. "I want to feel it till tomorrow… I want to feel you tomorrow."
That broke his restraint.
He gripped her hips, angled deeper, and began fucking her in earnest, long, powerful strokes that made her breasts bounce and her head fall back against the pillow. Every time he bottomed out she cried out, walls fluttering, gripping him like she never wanted him to leave.
When she came it was sudden and violent, her body locking tight, a keening cry tearing from her throat as her virgin pussy spasmed around him in frantic waves. The sight, the feel, the knowledge that he was the one who'd undone her innocence pushed him over.
He slammed in one last time, burying himself as deep as possible, and came with a guttural groan, hot, thick pulses flooding her newly-opened depths, marking her from the inside.
They stayed locked together, shaking, breathing raggedly.
He kissed her tear-streaked cheeks, her trembling lips.
"You're perfect," he murmured. "And you're mine forever."
Shaista smiled through the aftershocks, weak but radiant.
"Forever," she echoed, fingers threading through his hair.
The blood-stained sheet beneath them was the silent witness to the moment her innocence ended.
They stayed like that for long moments, sweaty, tangled, breathing together, until he softened and slipped out. He rolled to the side, pulling her into his arms. She rested her head on his chest, fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin.
"Still think this is a dream?" she whispered, a small smile playing on her lips.
He kissed her forehead. "If it is… I never want to wake up."
She laughed softly, curling closer. "Good. Because we have two more days before my parents come back."
The room fell quiet except for their slowing heartbeats.
They lay there for a while, skin still slick with sweat. Shaista's head rested on his chest, her fingers idly tracing circles around his nipple.
After a few minutes she lifted her head, eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and lingering heat.
"You're not done already, are you?" she teased him, her voice was a little husky. Her hand slid down his stomach, fingers wrapping loosely around my softening cock. A few gentle strokes and it began to stir again, thickening in her palm.
He groaned low in my throat. "You're going to kill me, woman."
"Good," she whispered, shifting so she straddled my hips. "Because I'm not finished with you either."
She leaned down and kissed him, slow this time, exploratory, tasting herself on my lips from earlier when he had gone down on her briefly before the first round. Her breasts brushed his chest, nipples dragging over his skin and sending fresh sparks through both of them.
He gripped her hips, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh there. "Ride me, I want to watch you take what you want."
Shaista's cheeks flushed darker, but she didn't hesitate. She rose up on her knees, positioned herself above him, and slowly sank down, taking him inch by inch until her ass rested against my thighs.
They both hissed at the sensation. She was still swollen and sensitive from the first time, walls fluttering around him like she was trying to pull me deeper.
"God… you're so deep like this," she breathed, palms flat on his chest for balance.
She started to move, small, rolling circles of her hips at first, grinding her clit against my pubic bone with every forward motion. He watched, mesmerized: the way her breasts swayed gently, the flush spreading down her neck and chest, the way her lips parted every time she bottomed out and let out that little broken moan.
He slid his hands up to cup her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers. She arched her back, pressing them harder into his palms.
"Harder," she gasped. "Pinch them…"
Arahan obliged, tugging, twisting just enough to make her cry out. Her rhythm faltered for a second before she found it again, faster now, rising and falling with wet, obscene sounds filling the room.
He sat up suddenly, wrapping his arms around her waist so their chests pressed together. The new angle let him thrust up into her while she rocked down. Their mouths crashed together, and they desperately kissed each other.
His one hand slid between them; he found her clit again and rubbed firm, fast circles. Her thighs started trembling almost immediately.
"Arahan… I'm gonna—" Her words dissolved into a sharp cry as she came again, harder this time. Her inner muscles clamped down rhythmically, milking him so intensely he nearly lost control.
He flipped them over in one smooth motion, pinning her beneath him without pulling out. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, heels digging into his lower back.
"My turn," he growled.
He hooked her knees over his shoulders, opening her completely, and drove into her with long, powerful strokes. The new depth made her eyes roll back; her nails raked red lines down his arms.
"Too much… too deep… don't stop," she babbled, incoherent with pleasure.
He fucked her through the aftershocks of her orgasm, chasing his own release. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto her collarbone. The headboard thumped rhythmically against the wall.
"Shaista… fuck… I'm close—"
"Inside," she panted, locking her ankles behind his neck. "Come inside me again…"
That was it. He slammed in one final time and erupted, hot, pulsing jets filling her as his whole body tensed and shuddered. She clenched around him like she was trying to keep every drop.
They collapsed together, gasping, trembling. He stayed buried inside her until he softened completely, too tired to move. She stroked his hair, pressing soft kisses to his temple.
After long minutes she whispered, "We should probably clean up… before we make more of a mess."
He laughed breathlessly. "Round three in the shower?"
She bit her lip, eyes gleaming. "Only if you promise to behave."
He grinned against her neck. "I never behave."
She laughed and pulled him up. They stumbled toward the bathroom together, already touching, already hungry again.
For the next two continuous days, he fucked her. And he had every intention of making sure she never forgot who she belonged to.
They barely left the bedroom that first evening.
After the shower, he carried her back to the bed, still dripping, still wrapped around each other like they were afraid the moment would shatter if they separated even for a second. He laid her down gently this time. He wanted her to feel every second.
He knelt between her thighs, spreading them wide with reverent hands. She looked down at him, eyes glassy, chest rising and falling too fast.
"You don't have to—" she started, voice small.
"I want to," he cut her off, voice rough with need. "I want to taste how much you want me. I want to hear you fall apart again… knowing it's only for me."
He lowered his mouth to her. The first slow lick along her slit made her hips jerk off the mattress. She was still sensitive, swollen, tasting of them both, salty-sweet and addictive. He groaned against her, the vibration pulling a broken whimper from her throat.
He took his time. Long, deliberate strokes of his tongue. Circling her clit without mercy. Sucking gently, then harder when her fingers twisted in his hair and she started chanting his name like a plea.
"Arahan… please… oh God, please don't stop…"
He slipped two fingers inside her, curling them exactly where she liked, stroking that spongy spot while his tongue flicked relentlessly over her clit. Her thighs clamped around his head; her whole body bowed.
When she came this time it was violent, mouth open in a soundless scream, then a raw, shuddering cry that echoed off the walls. Her inner walls pulsed around his fingers, fluttering, gushing. He didn't stop until she was pushing weakly at his head, oversensitive and trembling.
He crawled up her body, kissing every inch of skin he passed, stomach, ribs, the underside of her breasts, the hollow of her throat. When he reached her mouth she kissed him desperately, tasting herself on his tongue and moaning into it like she was starving.
"I can't… I can't breathe when you do that to me," she gasped against his lips. "It's too much… you make too much."
"Good," Arahan murmured, nipping her bottom lip. "Because I want you ruined for anyone else. I want every time you touch yourself from now on to feel empty compared to this."
She cupped his face, thumbs brushing his cheekbones.
"I've never felt like this," she whispered. "Like I'm burning alive… and I never want it to stop."
He rolled her, so she was on top again. This time she didn't hesitate. She reached between them, guided him to her entrance, and sank down slowly, inch by inch, until their hips met. They both froze, foreheads pressed together, breathing the same air.
"Look at me," He said quietly.
Her eyes fluttered open. They were wet, dark, completely unguarded.
"I love you," He told her. The words came out raw, unplanned. "Not because our mothers decided it. Not because you're beautiful or because you let me touch you. I love you because you chose to let me in… even when you were scared. Even when you knew it could destroy everything."
A sob caught in her throat. She started moving, slow rolls of her hips at first, then deeper, grinding down hard. Tears fell onto his chest as she rode him.
"I love you too," she choked out. "I've loved you since the moment you looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. Even when I pretended I didn't… I did. I do."
The confession broke something in both of them.
She rode him harder, faster, chasing that edge with frantic need. Arahan thrust up to meet her, hands gripping her ass, helping her slam down onto him. The wet slap of skin, her gasping cries, his low groans.
When she started tightening around him again, fluttering wildly, he flipped us once more. He hooked her legs over my shoulders, folded her nearly in half, and drove into her with punishing strokes.
"Say it again," Je growled. "Tell me you love me while you come."
"I love you—fuck—I love you—" Her voice cracked on the last word as her orgasm hit. She arched so hard her back left the mattress, nails scoring my back, walls clamping down so tightly he saw stars.
He followed instantly, burying himself as deep as humanly possible and spilling inside her with a guttural groan that felt like it was torn from his soul. Pulse after pulse, until he had nothing left.
They collapsed in a sweaty, shaking heap. He didn't pull out. He couldn't. He just held her, rocking us gently, pressing kisses to her tear-streaked face.
"I'm not letting you go," Arahan whispered into her hair. "Not tomorrow. Not when your parents come back. Not ever."
She buried her face in his neck, voice muffled but fierce.
"Then don't. Fight for me. Claim me in front of the whole damn world if you have to. Just… don't ever stop loving me like this."
He tightened his arms around her. "Never."