Page 18 of The Wolf

“Wrong?” I asked. Poppy nodded. “Well, it's not. We're both consenting adults.” She arched a brow. I held up my hand. “I know. It didn't start that way, but you want this. I know you do. Right? Tell me you want this, too.”

“Wanting it has nothing to do with it. I'm your prisoner.”

I traced my finger over her naked stomach. Poppy's belly shook as I circled her naval and tickled down to her mound. A small tuft of hair covered the top. I twirled it with my finger, then moved down the center.

“You were never my prisoner, Poppy. You were my prey, and I caught you.” She bit her lip as her legs slowly spread open, and her hands fell to her side. “Are you afraid of having sex? Is that what scares you”

“No,” she whimpered as I teased her delicate folds. “I'm afraid of how badly I want you.”

I smiled as I flicked her clit with my finger. Poppy moaned as her legs butterflied wide and her eyes slammed shut. “Look at me,” I commanded. She opened her eyes. “Don't take them off me,” I said.

I palmed my cock, stroking up and down as I teased her wet center. Poppy was a virgin. A pure, untainted, beautiful virgin. I wanted to draw this out. I wanted her to drip. I wanted her to beg me to fuck her.

Poppy's gaze moved to my dick. She watched me as I squeezed the tip and then glided down to the base.

She was mesmerized. Her eyes were glued to me as my cock grew harder and harder.

The tip was swollen and red, eager to feel her heat.

But I wasn't going to drive inside her carelessly. I wanted to savor every moment.

I smeared her silky juice up and down her folds and back to her entrance.

I pushed my finger inside. Her walls tightened around me, refusing to let me out.

I fucked her with my finger, turning it from one finger into two.

She winced a little at the change in size, but her discomfort quickly faded.

Poppy gyrated her hips, riding my fingers with need.

“I'm not letting you cum again, Red. You're going to have to wait for me this time.” Her eyes longed for more as I freed my fingers from the tight cavern.

“I don't want to wait.” Poppy attempted to move her hand to her pussy to finish herself off.

I moved her hand away and pressed my dick to her opening. “I never said you had to wait long.” I pushed the tip inside until my crown disappeared. “I'm just not going to let you cum without me this time.”

Her eyes sparkled like two gems as her mouth formed the perfect O. I felt her pussy clench and her thighs flex. She was bracing herself for my length. Anticipating the pain and the hurt that it would bring.

I reached forward and stroked the side of her face. “I promise I won't hurt you.” Poppy nodded as she exhaled a slow breath through tight lips. I held her jaw and forced her eyes to stay on mine. “Just keep your eyes on me.”

“Okay,” she said, her voice a mere whisper.

I pushed my hard length in deeper, never letting my eyes deviate from hers. Poppy's skin was strawberry pink. Her breathing was so shallow it looked nonexistent. The deeper I pushed, the more her eyes twinkled. They sparked with fear and uncertainty. They fawned with lust and need.

Poppy's eyes stayed on mine as my entire cock vanished inside her. I paused, letting her walls adjust. Her pussy clenched and loosened, pulsating like a heart about to burst. I slowly pulled out to the crest, then pushed back in. Her juice was silky, coating my shaft like grease on a piston.

My hips thrust gently. Poppy's body, stiff at first, began to roll. Her nipples peaked like perfect mountain tops. I leaned forward and sucked one nipple into my mouth. I nibbled the firm bead, plucking it with my teeth, and then moved to the other.

Poppy let out a sexy coo as her hips bucked, forcing her clit against my furry base. The tension in her body melted away, and her lip began to quiver. Her eyes began to roll back in her head, so I grabbed her face and shook my head no. I needed her eyes on mine.

I picked up the pace, fucking her harder and faster.

My toes began to curl as the orgasm brewed below.

Poppy wrapped her legs around my waist and held on tight.

Her hands raked through my hair, down my shoulders, and over my back.

She dug her nails into the muscles as the pleasure of her own orgasm spread like wildfire.

My balls drew up, and my nerves exploded as I shot hot cum into her soaking pussy. Goosebumps sprung up all over her skin as she moaned loudly. Her clit pulsed as the orgasm swept through her body, washing away the last few days.

There was no more factory or prison room. There was no more anger or rage about what I had done. I stole this woman to keep her safe because I claimed her the moment I saw her.

I dropped onto her chest, our breathing mirroring each other. I could feel her heart beating. Her skin was damp with sweat. I pulled my cock free and crawled up beside her on the couch. Taking her in my arms, I held her. “Is this what you pictured for your first time?” I asked.

“Not even close,” she said. “But in reality, who really has the first time of their dreams?”

“No one. Dreams and reality are totally different things. That's why I never dream.”

“You never had a dream before?”

“Oh, I've had dreams before. I just learned early on that reality can't be controlled. You are what you are. Wishes are just kid games. There's nothing you can do to stop fate. You were born to be something, and you can't change it.”

She snuggled herself against my chest and pulled the blanket over us. “I think you're wrong.”

“And why's that?”

“Because you broke the chain. You didn't do what you were supposed to do with me. You changed fate.”

I looked at her, thinking about her words. “No, I didn't. I changed our paths; it doesn't mean I altered our fate.”

“What is our fate then?” she asked.

“I don't know. I can't see the future.”

Poppy's eyes moved around my face, coming to a stop where she had cut me. “Does it hurt?” she asked as she reached her hand up and touched the wound.

“No,” I answered.

“I shouldn't have done that to you. I'm sorry.”

“Yes, you should have. You don't need to apologize. I would have done the same thing. You were blindsided and had no idea what was going on. It was actually pretty badass if you ask me.”

Poppy smiled as the pad of her finger traced the hard scab. “It's going to scar.”

“I don't care. It'll make me look even more dangerous. Who isn't afraid of a man with a gnarly scar on his face?”

She giggled as she laid her head on my chest. “Gnarly. That's a word I haven't heard in years.” She yawned as she spoke.

“Get some sleep,” I said.

Poppy blinked a few heavy blinks, and then her eyes shut. I felt her entire body relax as she drifted off. I stayed up just looking at her. She had no idea the lengths I would go through to protect her. My hunt had ended. I caught my prey, and I would never let her go.