Page 24 of Charmed and Alarmed

My lips skim over her cheekbone and down the side of her face as I pause, halfway in, fucking her in shallow thrusts. “Are you sure you want to insult me right now, Lenora?”

It’s the work of seconds to encircle her wrists with one hand, pressing them into the mattress above her head. I keep my eyes on her face, cataloguing every erotic reaction as I give her more and more, turned on beyond comprehension. Finally, I’m fully seated inside her, and I look between us at her opening straining around the thickness of my base.

I have to bite my tongue to stop myself from coming.

“Holden,” Leni sobs, pulling against my hold on her, but not hard enough to suggest she actually wants to be free. “Please!”

“You feel so fucking good, princess.” My free hand finds her jaw, tilting it up so she meets my eye as I start to fuck her. “Does it hurt?” I change the angle of my thrusts, ensuring my piercing grinds against her swollen clit.

“Yeah,” she admits, even as another moan joins the wet, crude sounds of me fucking her, and the quiet protest of the mattress beneath us. “It feels like you’re too big.”

A low chuckle rumbles in my chest, and I can’t resist lowering my lips to hers again, kissing her as my thrusts grow more unrestrained. She’s probably not wrong about me being too big. No doubt, on whatever evolutionary tree we tumbled free from, the five-foot-two ballerina wasn’t meant to end up beneath a six-foot-one man twice her age. Our size difference is yet another rule we’re breaking, and one that I can’t pretend doesn’t turn me on.

“You’re taking me so well, though.” I kiss her again, hard, as my balls draw up, preparing to unload inside her. We break apart, and I didn’t realize I’d released her wrists until they’ve flown around my back, her nails digging into my skin as I go harder. “Tell me how to make you come,” I plead, too far gone to consider stopping this now.

In response, Leni lets out a long, wanton moan, her body going taut as her inner walls clamp down on my dick. We come together, grinding in a mindless effort to extend the sensations washing over us that are—for me anyway—the most powerful of my life.

“Christ,” I croak, once the last of my pleasure has died away. Leni winces, hissing as I pull out, and I sit back on my knees between her obscenely spread legs, I stare down at the mess of creamy arousal, cum and pink trails of blood coating my dick, lower abdomen, and her inner thighs.

Neither of us speaks as I lean forward to kiss her stomach and get off the bed with a quick, reassuring smile. It’s not difficult to find the bathroom across the hall—which is jam-packed with an alarming quantity of women’s cosmetic products—and the neatly folded washcloths stacked on the shelf. As I wait for the water to run warm, I stare at my reflection above the sink, dizzy with shock at what just transpired.

I took Lenora Vogel’s virginity.

I said I wasn’t going to, knew full well it was a terrible idea, but I did it anyway. Driving over here, I’d suspected which tactics she was trying to employ, but it was such a relief to have a reason to give in, thatI didn’t care.

Turning off the water, I cross the quiet hall back into Leni’s room, closing the door behind me. She’s pulling a sheet over herself, gazing at me through the muted light of the bedroom.

Vulnerable. More vulnerable than I’ve ever seen this brave young woman, who seems to have built up her defenses a mile high. Then again, who am I to judge? I’ve done the same thing.

Silent, I sit naked at the edge of the bed and pull away the sheet with a reproving look. Her pussy is slick with our combined releases, and pink and puffy from the rough treatment. It’s satisfying to watch her blush as I wipe her skin clean, apparently forgetting that I’ve now seen and touched every inch of her.

My cock twitches as I catch a glimpse of my cum welling at her entrance.

“I have an implant,” Len tells me quietly, and I glance up to see her touching a place on the back of her arm. “In case you were worried…”

“I had a vasectomy. Years ago.”

By now, I’ve seen the reaction this news often precipitates in women who were perhaps not as okay with a casual relationship as they assured me they were. Something inside my chest goes tense, waiting for either nonchalant disinterest or hastily concealed disappointment. I get neither. Instead, Leni smiles. “Not one for mini Ellingers?”

“Fuck, no.” I toss the cloth into the open laundry basket, and Leni scoots over, making room for me. Pausing only to retrieve my phone from the jumbled mess of clothes beside the bed, I lay back beside her, pulling the quilt over both of us.

“Me either,” she tells me casually, “I’m sure Honor will be mom of the year, but it’s the cool aunt life for me.”

It’s difficult to describe the feelings I’m experiencing as I look over at her. Relief, maybe? Excitement? It seems dangerous to examine it too closely. She doesn’t see me as a prospective boyfriend, she sees me as her father’s manwhore business partner, and it’s no one’s fault but my own.

Could I make her see me differently? Do I want her to?

It doesn’t take me long to answer my own question.Yes. I really fucking do.

Swallowing, I lift the phone, offering her a slight smile. “Do you want to order dinner and have sex again?”

Leni beams at me, and I wrap an arm around her shoulders, holding her close as we scroll through the dizzying array of deliverable food options, making commentary and jokes as we do. After the order is placed, though, we still don’t drift apart.

It seems comical that I believed, even a few days ago, that I had any control at all when it comes to falling for someone.

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LENORA

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