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Khaos’ lips crash against mine, rough and ravenous. I feel his fingers slide into my hair, gripping the strands, holding me against him as if I could even bring myself to detach. A moan escapes on an exhale, allowing his tongue to sweep inside my mouth. He tastes of mint and vulnerability.

My stomach bottoms out, a heat swirling deep in my belly as his teeth nip my bottom lip.

He tugs, a burning sensation ripping along my skin until he finally releases me only to dive right back in.

I’m suffocating, his breath potent with unspoken promises inhaled like smoke from a fire.

He kisses me as if it’s our last day on Earth and if it is, I would die happy.

One of Khaos’ hands part from my hair to wrap around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer.

He tugs the strands at the nape of my neck almost violently causing my back to arch, his body nearly hovering over mine.

In a swift move, he whips me against the bed, the back of my knees touching the mattress.

As his tongue trails my lower lip, leaving a sheen of wetness for him to swallow up, he lifts my hips just enough to place me in the middle of the bed. He crawls between my thighs, parting them with the width of his body.

Breaking the kiss for just a moment, he hooks a finger into the center of my panties, his knuckles brushing against me, gathering evidence of my desire for him.

He yanks, pulling the fabric past my hips, down my thighs and ankles, tossing them on the floor.

His gaze follows every inch of uncovered skin as he slowly peels my dress up and over my head leaving me completely naked.

I don’t waste any time, my fingers fumbling with his belt, desperate to have him as bare as I am. For the first time I get to see every inch of Khaos. He’s done hiding from me, just as I’m done denying myself from him.

Slowly, I lower down to the mattress as he melts into me, his cock resting against my belly.

His lips find mine again as my fingers fist his hair daring him to pull away.

Every atom in my being is drawn to him, like I don’t exist until he touches me, kisses me, cracks me open and floods me with his entire existence.

It’s just the two of us, naked and all hands, breathing lust into each other with excited pants.

We’re loud, the thought alone of holding back is torture enough.

My fingers graze his biceps while he kneads my breasts, neither one of us soft nor gentle.

No, those two things have never been caught between us.

His lips nip my jaw, creating a trail down my neck. Each kiss lights a small fire on my skin. When his mouth lands down on my nipple, I gasp, piercing his shoulders with my nails. He tugs each one with his teeth forcing erotic shockwaves of pain through me.

His mouth works his way down my stomach, his fingers digging into the divots of my hip bones. He’s holding onto me as if I’ll float away and I feel like I just might.

My lungs seize, my breath held hostage as he now hovers over my pussy. He expels hot air, making a wet situation even wetter. I desperately anticipate his touch, knowing exactly what it feels like.

Khaos pushes the backs of my thighs up, my knees pressed into my shoulders, exposing me completely.

His lips tease me as he plants kisses on the insides of my thigh, working his way down towards my center.

It’s slow and tantalizing, driving me insane, but he’s careful not to graze the only part of me I wish he would.

“I want to hear you beg for me.” He demands, his breath leaving soft tickles against my skin.

“Khaos,” I groan, embarrassed.

He drags his tongue from the inside of my knee down the back of my thigh, resting at my groin. He blows against the wetness, the cold forcing a shiver to roll through me.

“Please.” I breathe.

“Not good enough, Eris.” He nips at my flesh, a burn working its way through my upper thigh to my pussy.

“Ugh!” I throw my head back, my heart racing, my stomach swirling with heat. “Please! I want you! I want to feel your tongue against me, I want to feel myself inside your mouth.”

He chuckles darkly.

“Please, Khaos.” I beg again.

“Look at me.” He orders, his tone harsh.

I obey, my eyes latching onto him, watching as his tongue touches down, swiping my clit.

I startle myself with the intensity of my own cry echoing in the room.

With calculated movements, he laps at me, driving an unrelenting pleasure to shoot through my core.

What started as a slow torture turns into a maddening feast. He dives in, eating me like a peach, sucking the juices straight from the fruit.

I writhe against the mattress, gripping the sheets for dear life as he penetrates me with his tongue.

I lift my hips off the bed when his face becomes flush with my pussy.

“Yes! Yes!” I praise him, the ferocity in which this orgasm builds threatens to break loose.

Before that can happen, Khaos rips his mouth away from me, leaving me shocked. “Not yet.”

I lie there catching my breath, already coming down from a high I thought would rip me away from this world. After a couple seconds, Khaos starts to massage the inside of my legs, getting closer to the hypersensitive spot he was just devouring.

His fingers come down on my clit and I gasp, the lightest pressure nearly pushing me over the edge. He starts slowly, circling my nub before picking up speed. Within seconds, my back is arching off the bed, screaming his name as his fingers frantically demand an orgasm.

My muscles clench as currents of electricity sting every single nerve.

It starts in my stomach, the small vibrations, then they shimmy their way down each limb rendering me a victim to this beautiful torture.

My toes and fingers are next, no part of me safe.

And as fast as those tingles spread, they also come right back to the center of it all, building and building and building until-

Until my eyes are rolling into the back of my head.

As my insides convulse and succumb to the madness, there’s a quick and sudden tear in my oblivion and I pummel back down to Earth with an excruciating thud.

An uncomfortable, searing pain fills me as Khaos spreads me open with his cock.

His first thrust only brings him halfway, our first time doing nothing to prepare me for this kind of intrusion, so he shoves and shoves again.

I’m teetering on the edge of pain and pleasure, both bringing me to tears.

My fingers thread through his hair and I yank with every thrust of his hips.

When he’s finally to the hilt, he lingers, letting me adjust around him .

His fingers gently swipe away a strand of hair that’s fallen across my forehead, his eyes glistening with a softness, observing my face as he nestles deep inside of me.

With a brief kiss, he swallows my whimpers and small cries, his hips starting to rock back and forth.

I loosen my grip in his hair, bringing my hands to his waist, feeling him pump into me.

His dick drags against the walls of my pussy as he pulls out slowly just to shove back in, filling me completely.

“Let me be all your firsts.” He murmurs into my open mouth.

He pulls his head back just enough to look at me, waiting as if his question wasn’t a demand.

My eyes trace every feature on his face, noting the way his thick black brows contrast vastly with his golden eyes.

My gaze sliding down his straight nose, chiseled by the heavens like his sharp jaw and sculpted cheek bones, finally landing on his wide, bow shaped lips.

“Ashton.” His name spills from those pillowy lips, forcing my attention.

“What other firsts are there?” I ask.

His mouth stretches across his face in a devastating smile. A smile that could be weaponized against me in dangerous and destructive ways. A renewed heat starts to grow inside my belly from that alone.

“Plenty.” He whispers. “Agree and I can show you everything you’ve been missing.”

Biting my bottom lip, I nod, and the devious look in his eyes tells me I just signed the dotted line without reading the fine print.

Satisfied with my answer, his hips begin to pick up speed, my arousal making it easier for him to demolish my insides.

He’s brutal, like he’s been waiting his whole life to make me see that I am not complete without him.

He makes me forget why I thought something like this could ever feel wrong.

That I wasted my time denying I ever felt anything for him, and the worst part is, he’s right.

The second I met Khaos, I knew he was a deep, dark ocean with hidden monsters lurking beneath and I was just treading water, waiting to drown.

Now, I’ve finally given in, sinking down deep into his depths, relishing the feeling of being consumed.

“More.” I plead, not really sure what I’m asking for.

Khaos rips himself from me, leaving me achingly empty, and flips me over onto my stomach. His fingers grip my hips, pulling until my ass is in the air. Gasping, I try to hide myself from him, feeling completely exposed, but he just swats my hand away.

“I’m giving you more. Now take it like a good girl.” There’s a warning to his tone causing my insides to clench.

His hands grip the flesh of my ass, pulling my skin taut. My heart pounds away frantically, nervous and afraid of what he’s going to do. There’s a brief pause as if he’s studying my most private parts and I desperately want to hide.

Despite his warning, I feel myself start to sit up to claim back some of my dignity, but before I can there’s a wet tickle circling my remaining virgin hole.

“Oh my God! What are you -”

“You said I can have all your firsts.” He reminds me, his finger now rubbing his spit along the ring of muscle.