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Cara

As soon as our mouths come together, it’s like the tension that has been burning between us all this time boils over in an instant.

I don’t know what I am doing. I don’t know if this is a good idea or not. But I know that the way he’s looking at me, I can’t pretend that I don’t want more. And now that I’ve tried to run, there is no more hiding from him. No more pretending.

His tongue snakes past my lips with a hungry eagerness, his hands sliding to my waist and pulling me roughly against him.

He spins me around, pinning me against the kitchen counter, and I can feel the muscular pressure of his chest against mine.

My breath stutters in my throat as I try to make sense of it, but I can’t.

All I can think of is giving myself to him, giving myself to him in ways I have never given myself to anyone before.

"Fuck," he growls against my mouth, his teeth catching on my bottom lip as he deepens the kiss.

I have never kissed anyone like this before in my life. The way his hands are moving all over me, the way his lips sink into mine, the way his tongue explores my mouth, it’s as though he is starving for me, as though this is what he has been waiting for all along.

My chest is heaving against his, desire and confusion and lust coursing through me in a mess I can’t even begin to control, and he picks me up off the ground, lifting me onto the counter behind him and moving between my legs so he can press himself against me.

I draw in a sharp breath when I feel the hardness of his length nestled against the inside of my thigh.

I have never felt a man want me like this, and it’s shocking in its newness.

But just as much as that, it’s a thrill.

I need this. I need him. I don’t know how far I will take this, how far I can even go without exposing my complete lack of experience, but as long as he is willing to kiss me like this, I will gift him anything he wants in return.

He slides his hand up the nape of my neck and into my hair, twisting my head to the side slightly so he can kiss greedily down the side of my neck.

For the briefest moment, his teeth catch against my throat, and I am distinctly aware of how dangerous this is.

This man kidnapped, for God’s sake, and here I am making out with him as though my life depends on it.

His hands move to my hips, and he slips his fingers beneath the waistband of my sweatpants to pull them down.

I am wearing nothing underneath, and the sudden shock of being exposed like this draws another gasp from between my lips.

He kisses me again, but this time, I can feel him grinning against my mouth, as though he is enjoying every one of my responses.

Slowly, he moves one hand between my legs as he kisses me, cupping his fingers over my wet sex for a moment, just holding them there, not quite touching me, hovering an inch or two from my folds as though waiting for me to plead with him for more.

"You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this," he murmurs as he draws back for a moment, brushing his nose against mine and gazing into my eyes.

I can feel a warmth building between my legs, a warmth that I know he caused, and I squirm to the edge of the counter, trying to press his hand against my most intimate spot at last.. .

But then, he pulls back, his hand resting on my bare thigh once more. I let out a whimper of desperation, the desire getting the best of me. I need something to relieve it, something to turn these urges into pleasure.

And then, he sinks to his knees before me, spreading my legs and moving between them. He glances up at me, and there’s a playful glint to his eye, a smirk on his face, as he watches my jaw drop.

"I need to taste you," he tells me, as he brushes his nose along the inside of my thigh.

I groan, gripping each side of the counter next to me, just doing my best to keep myself from dissolving into him.

I thought that a moment like this would be nerve-wracking, that I would be too self-conscious of everything to give myself over to a man without second-guessing it.

But, as he slowly kisses along the inside of my thigh and towards the arousal between my legs, all I can do is focus on the tingling sensations pulsing between my legs, and starting to build towards a release I know only he can give me.

Finally, he lands at my entrance, pausing for a moment and pulling back to admire the sight of me glistening before him. He allows an appreciative groan to slip past his lips, and then looks up at me once more.

"You are so fucking perfect," he murmurs, his voice throaty with desire.

I have never had a man talk to me like that, the filth of his words sending another shudder of desire through my system, and I whimper and try to inch my hips closer to him, even though I am aware that any more movement will send me toppling off the edge of this counter.

Finally, and with his eyes pinned to mine, he leans forward and plants his mouth against me. The sensation is intense, so intense it feels as though everything else has fallen away, leaving room for nothing but the passion of his tongue as it swirls around my most sensitive places.

I tip my head back as the pleasure begins to rush through me.

It’s clear that this is far from the first time he has done something like this, but I try not to linger on all the other women he might have pleasured in this way.

All that matters now is that he is intent on making me feel satisfied.

As he slowly works his tongue in circles around my clit, I can tell that it is not going to be long until I get there.

I can’t take my eyes off of him. There is something so alien about the sight of him between my thighs as he seals his lips around my clit and draws it into his mouth.

He applies the softest sucking pressure, but it sends shockwaves throbbing through my body.

A sharp gasp snatches past my lips, and before I can stop myself, I reach down to push my hands into his hair, holding him in place, letting him know what he is doing is all I need.

He slips his hands around me, pushing me on to him even further, like he wants to gorge himself on the taste of me, like he wants nothing more than to get lost with me in this moment.

He lets out a groan, the vibrations pulsing through me in an almost excruciating rush of pleasure.

I am already growing close, my thighs beginning to clamp on either side of his head, demanding more, needing more. ..

And then, it hits me. The orgasm, when it tears through my body, is almost more than I can take, the pleasure sending my head spinning helplessly out of control.

I cry out, glad for the first time that we are somewhere so distant from the rest of the world, because I know I would not have been able to contain myself, no matter how hard I tried.

My hips are rocking back against his mouth, and he doesn’t move his tongue for a moment, continuing the teasing assault on my clit until I can’t take a moment more. Gasping for air, I push him back, as my pussy aches with oversensitivity for a moment, and he rises to his feet.

He kisses me again, seemingly without so much as a second thought, and I can taste my own wetness smeared all over his face.

It’s a shocking sensation, but one that I am utterly obsessed with, the reminder of where he’s just been, of how much he wants me, how much he wants this.

He moves against me once more, and I can feel the hardness of his cock pressing into me, a promise of how much more he wants, how much more he is willing to take.

"Fuck," he growls against my mouth, as his hand slips down to his cock. He unzips his pants quickly and pulls himself into his hand, and I steal a glance at his erection.

The sight of it twists my stomach. He is big. And I have never been with anyone before, and I am suddenly so distinctly aware of that fact, I don’t know what to do with it. He pauses as soon as he sees the look on my face, his brow furrowing.

"What’s wrong?"

"Nothing," I breathe, and I interlace my fingers around the back of his neck.

I don’t want this to stop.

A million thoughts are rushing through my head right now.

There's physical desire, yes, but there’s something more than that, too.

The thought that, if I give myself to him like this, then I will have ruined myself for other men.

I will have made it impossible for my father to marry me off to Mario, because I will already be tainted by an enemy of his.

And I know that’s not exactly the best reason to lose your virginity, but the man before me is willing and gorgeous and. ..

And then, he steps back from me. He zips his pants up against, pushing my hands away, even as I try to reach for him.

"What are you doing?" I ask him, my voice sounding more pleading than I intended it to. He shakes his head.

"You’ve never done this before, have you?”

"Does it matter?”

"Of course it fucking matters!”

The sharpness in his tone catches me off guard. I can tell that he’s doing everything he can to control himself, that he wants this as badly as I do, but he is not willing to be the one to take my virginity. Not like this.

"I want this," I plead with him. "I— I want you. Please, I?—"

"No," he replies, shaking his head, drawing his gaze away from me. "I can’t do this. I should never have let it get this far in the first place. Fuck, Cara..."

"Look at me," I breathe to him, and I try to reach out and catch his face again, but before I can so much as make contact with him, he has pulled back from me, putting distance between us as though he can’t stand the thought of what he’s just done.

"No," he mutters, his voice hollow. "I shouldn’t have done this. I shouldn’t have done any of this. Shit..."

He paces, his eyes pinned to the floor. I can still see a smear of my wetness across his lips, and the reminder of where he has just been is almost painful.

I want him back here; I want him wanting me the way he did before.

I need to feel that desire coming off of him in waves.

I need all of it, more than I can put into words.

But he won’t give it to me. This man might have kidnapped me, might have hunted me through the woods like prey, but he will not take my virginity, not under these circumstances.

Good to know that he has some kind of rules for himself.

I just wish they didn’t apply here, now, when all I want is to feel him inside me.

I can still remember, all too well, the terror of knowing that I was going to have to give myself to Mario, and how far removed this is from that.

It might be a mess, but I need him, and the thought of him running from me before we get a chance twists deep into my guts.

I catch his hand and pull him against me once more, hooking my legs around him, trying to kiss him once more.

"Please, I want to do this with you," I beg him. "I don’t want my first time to be with someone like Mario, I?—"

"And I don’t want to fuck you just because I’m the lesser of two evils," he growls at me, pulling back at once. "That’s not how this works. You understand?”

There is something close to an answer in his voice.

I’m not sure if he is really mad at me, or at himself, or some combination of the two, but the fire of his emotion is so intense that it silences me at once.

I watch as he steps back from me, still hardly able to bring himself to look at me, as though the very thought of it is enough to drive him to something he knows he shouldn’t want.

And, with that, he turns away and stalks towards his room, leaving me there on the kitchen counter.

I hitch up my sweatpants and stare at the spot where he was just standing, wondering how I have gone from such pleasure to such pain in such a short amount of time.

Just a few minutes ago, he had his tongue between my legs, pushing me to the point of no return in a way nobody ever has before, and now, he has left me, turned his back on me as though my virginity has painted me as damaged goods.

I make my way back to my room. I know I should try to run once more, but I can’t even think about facing the outside world right now.

And besides, the thought of putting that much distance between us, when all I really want is his closeness, is too impossibly painful to contend with.

I pull the bedroom door shut behind me, close my eyes, and crash down onto the bed, letting out a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding.

This couldn’t possibly get any more complicated…