Page 7 of Owned
It doesn't stay gentle. I'm too hungry for her. I nip her lower lip and drink in her surprised gasp, my tongue sweeping in to claim her mouth completely. I kiss her like I own her, because, I do!Her body is flush against mine, and I can feel her nipples pebble through the thin fabric of her dress. The thought that she was days away from marrying some old impotent fuck shoots through my mind, and a primal possessiveness unlike anything I've ever felt takes over.
I break the kiss, both of us panting for air, and sweep her into my arms before she can voice a complaint. I need privacy. Now!
"Adrian!" she squeaks, "What are you doing?"
"Taking you to bed." I make a beeline for the wooden stairs, thankful that I've kept up my cardio, "My bed."
She doesn't protest, just buries her face in my neck.
I carry her through the quiet house and into my bedroom. It's the master suite, the best view in the villa, with a massive king-sized bed covered in black silk sheets. I set her down on the mattress and waste no time in getting my mouth on hers again, crawling over her until she's lying flat with my arms bracketing her head.
Elena's arms are around my neck, her fingers splayed in my hair, and her tongue in my mouth. Lowering my hips, I grind against her, my length as hard as stone. She gasps, but one tentative foot twines around my leg, pulling me closer, urging me without words to do it again.
I'm more than happy to oblige.
I'm finally able to break the kiss, but only to kiss a searing pathway down her neck, nipping at her collarbone and sucking at the sensitive spot behind her ear while my hands tug the straps of her dress down. Her skirt is hiked up around her waist at this point, and I'm eager to have the entire thing off of her. I want to see her. All of her. Elena, with her pretty, innocent eyes and her sweet smile. The girl who was promised to another man. The girl who was supposed to be my revenge.
But she's more than that now. She's mine.
I pull away just long enough to rip my own shirt over my head, and her eyes go wide at the sight of my bare chest. Elena raises up enough to run her hands over my skin, letting out a shaking breath as she gently squeezes my muscled biceps and traces the lines of my chest. Then I'm pulling the straps of her dress the rest of the way down, revealing her breasts, flush and braless. Her tits overflow in my hands when I palm them, jiggling with every move she makes, and I'm positive there isn't an ounce of blood in my body that hasn't gone to my cock.
On the edge of feeling feral, I dip my head and fasten my lips around one of her nipples, swirling my tongue and savoring the shocked noise that spills from her.
Her fingers grip my hair, holding me to her. "Adrian," she gasps. I love the sound of it. I want to hear her scream it.
Switching from nipple to nipple, I have her writhing on the bed before I finally move my mouth lower once more, continuing my path south. I take her dress with me, pulling it off her body and throwing it on the floor somewhere, leaving her in nothing but a pair of lacy white panties.
Hooking my fingers under the waistband, I work them slowly down her hips, dragging my lips over every newly bared inch of her, but never letting them drift to her swollen clit.
She's completely naked to me now, slick and glistening. I run a single finger through her wet folds, and she shudders, a soft cry escapes her lips, but before I can finally taste her, she fists her hand in my hair.
"Wait."
I pull back, "What's wrong?"
She covers her face with her hands, but I don't rush her. Finally, she quietly splutters the words between her fingers, "I'm a virgin.”
Her words take me so off guard that I have to have her repeat herself. “What?”
“I am…”
A beat of silence passes, and then I say, "Do you think that will deter me?"
Elena peels her hands from her face, "It's just...I'm 24. It's embarrassing."
"Elena," I lay my hands on her hips, "It's not embarrassing. Not to me. And shouldn’t be to you, either. It’s the hottest thing I've ever heard."
She looks skeptical, and it's hard to concentrate with all of her body on display, but I manage, "Really?"
"Really. Knowing I'm the first to do any of this to you...fuck. It's fucking amazing." Then, I exhale slowly, praying silently that she's not going to shy away now. "Do you want to keep going?"
Her answer comes quickly, "I really, really do--oh!"
I lick a stripe up her pussy before she can even finish, fastening my lips around her clit and sucking gently before flicking it with my tongue.
Elena is a quick study, her hands returning to my hair, rocking her body against my mouth as I devour her. Sucking at her clit makes her almost scream, but the gentler caresses and licks have her moaning and shaking like a leaf under my tongue.
Gently, using her pleasure to keep her distracted, I push one finger into her pussy, and then a second, stretching her for next time, when I plan on filling her with my cock. There is a moment of resistance as I push deeper, and her cry has an edge of pain before I suck her clit between my lips and make her forget the second of unpleasantness.
