In one swift motion, he hooked his fingers into the fabric and slid it down my thighs, baring me completely. His lips claimed mine in a deep, searing kiss as his hand returned, this time with purpose. His fingers slipped between my folds, parting me, stroking, exploring—until he found that sensitive bundle of nerves that made my whole body jolt.
A gasp tore from my throat. "Ah—!"
He exhaled sharply against my skin, his forehead pressing against mine. "So sensitive," he murmured, his fingers circling, pressing, driving me into a state of delirium. The pleasure was unbearable, foreign, and yet I didn't want him to stop. The tension built inside me, coiling tighter and tighter, until—
"Rollo!" I cried out, clutching at his shoulders.
His breath hitched, his fingers retreating just as I was about to protest. Before I could utter a word, he moved—lifting me with effortless strength and settling me onto the edge of the bathtub. My legs dangled, parted instinctively as he stepped between them, his body pressing close.
The weight of him—thick, hot, and demanding—rested against my aching core. The sheer size of him was intimidating, overwhelming, yet all I could do was cling to the edge, breathless with anticipation.
He slid my panties down, his fingers grazing my heated skin, sending a tremor through me. His gaze darkened as he took in the sight of me, exposed and vulnerable.
"I'll be gentle," he promised, though his own voice was thick with desire.
I nodded, but nothing could have prepared me for the moment he pushed inside.
Pain.
Sharp, searing, tearing pain.
I arched against him, a choked sob escaping as my body stretched to accommodate him. The sheer size of him was overwhelming, pushing past the tight resistance that had never been broken before. It was too much—too intense—but I didn't want to stop. I couldn't.
My nails dug into his back, clinging to him as my legs trembled around his hips. A sharp sting shot through me, followed by the unmistakable warmth of blood mixing with the water. The proof of my innocence. The final barrier broken.
I gasped, my breath hitching as the pain pulsed through me, but beneath it, something else stirred—a new sensation, raw and consuming, pulling me deeper into him.
He froze, his entire body rigid. "Aerin…" His voice was strained, agonized, as if it took everything in him not to move.
I clenched my teeth, burying my face in the crook of his neck, my breaths coming in ragged pants. "D-don't… pull out," I whispered, my voice trembling but firm.
His arms tightened around me, holding me close, as if to reassure me.
And then, without warning, he moved. Still connected, he stood, lifting me effortlessly in his arms.
A yelp escaped me as the motion sent another shock of sensation through my core—his hardness shifting inside me, making me wince. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, my body clinging to him for support.
Every step sent jolts of sensation through me—I could feel every inch of him buried inside me, rocking against my tender walls. I whimpered at the unfamiliar fullness, at the way my body clenched around him involuntarily.
"You're tight," he growled. "Too tight."
"Hnn..." I whimpered, my body tensing from the sharp pain. It hurt, but compared to the relentless heat coursing through me, it was nothing. The aphrodisiac was still burning in my veins, making every touch, every sensation, unbearably intense.
I was on fire. And I needed him.
Desperately.
"Almost there," he murmured against my ear, his breath warm.
The next thing I knew, a wave of warmth cascaded over us—his magic, effortlessly drying our damp skin. The heat lingered for a moment, a stark contrast to the cool air around us, before dissipating.
Only when my back met the soft sheets did it fully register—he had carried me from the bath to the bed without ever breaking our connection. The realization sent another shiver through me. We were still joined, his every subtle shift igniting new ripples of sensation that left me breathless, trembling beneath him.
Gently, he spread my legs, his touch reverent yet possessive as he hovered above me. This time, when he moved, it was slow—achingly slow. His lips found mine again, coaxing me to relax, whispering soft reassurances between kisses as he began to roll his hips in steady, shallow thrusts.
The sharp sting gradually dulled, replaced by something deeper, something foreign yet intoxicating.
Pleasure.
His lips trailed down my throat, lingering at my collarbone, pressing heated kisses that sent a shiver coursing through me. I gasped as the ache melted into warmth, as my body adjusted to him, welcomed him.
My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, silently begging him to give me more—to move faster, to take me completely.
His restraint wavered, his control slipping. His pace quickened, his thrusts deeper, each one stealing the breath from my lungs. Our bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, skin slick with sweat despite the cool night air. I felt him everywhere—filling me, overwhelming me, consuming me entirely.
"Aerin," he groaned against my neck, his voice thick with need, his grip on my hips tightening as he lost himself inside me.
I held onto him, letting myself drown in him, in this heat, in the intoxicating rhythm of our bodies moving as one.
And when the pleasure finally crested, when the tension coiling deep inside me snapped, "Rollo!" I cried out his name, lost in the waves of ecstasy crashing over me.
He wasn't far behind. With a final, shuddering thrust, he buried himself deep inside me, his body going taut as he found his own release. His breath came in ragged pants against my skin, his grip on me tightening before finally, slowly, he collapsed ontop me.
For a long moment, silence stretched between us. Only the sound of our mingled breaths filled the quiet room, the air thick with warmth and lingering desire.
Then, slowly, his arms moved with purpose. Sensing his intent, I arched my body just enough to let him slip his arms beneath my back, wrapping me in a firm, possessive embrace. His warmth enveloped me, grounding me in the moment. He remained on top, our bodies still intimately entwined, as if neither of us was willing to break the connection just yet.
He exhaled softly, his breath fanning across my cheek before he pressed a lingering kiss to my temple. His lips were warm against my damp skin, tender and unhurried, as if savoring the moment—sealing it between just the two of us.
"Are you okay?" His voice, husky from exhaustion, held a softness that made my heart clench.
I let out a breath, my body still tingling from everything we had just shared. "Ah-huh."
A lazy smile tugged at his lips as he shifted, his arms sliding away from my back. One hand found mine, his fingers threading through mine in a firm, unspoken claim, pinning our joined hands beside my head. His other hand moved with agonizing slowness, tracing idle, featherlight patterns along my shoulder—each stroke both soothing and sending shivers of anticipation down my spine.
I felt his breath, warm and unsteady, ghosting over my skin as he buried his head against the curve of my neck. His body pressed closer, his heat seeping into me, wrapping around me like a smoldering flame.
Then, without warning, his lips found my pulse, soft at first—a teasing graze—before he parted them, sucking gently at the sensitive skin. A sharp gasp left me as pleasure coiled deep in my stomach again, his tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles before his teeth grazed me.
I shifted slightly beneath him, trying to ease into a more comfortable position, but the moment I moved, I felt it—his unmistakable hardness, still nestled deep inside me. Another sharp gasp caught in my throat, my breath hitching as a wave of sensation rippled through me. My body tensed, torn between the lingering sensitivity and the slow, smoldering heat reigniting in my core.
He's hard again, and even bigger this time.
His hand trailed down, warm and possessive, until it found my chest. Fingers splayed, he cupped me fully, his palm molding to the shape of my breast as if memorizing every curve.
A soft hum rumbled in his throat as his thumb brushed over my hardened nipple, teasing it with slow, deliberate strokes. He rolled it between his fingers, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. He played with it, alternating between gentle pinches and soothing caresses, each touch coaxing a desperate ache from deep within me.
A flush crept up my skin, burning hotter as I bit my lip, trying to stifle the needy sound threatening to escape. But it was useless.
"Ah—!" A moan slipped past my lips—breathless.
His body stiffened in response, a sharp breath escaping him. Then, with deliberate control, he shifted—both hands planting firmly beside my head, his arms tensed, holding his weight above me. His hips pressed down, grinding against my core, his length sinking even deeper, as if anchoring himself in the overwhelming heat between us.
I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering in my ears. Slowly, I lifted my gaze, and when our eyes met, the intensity in his darkened stare sent a shiver cascading down my spine.
Hunger. Restraint.
A silent battle waged within him, but the way his body trembled against mine told me he was already losing.
"You…" I started, my voice barely above a whisper, but before I could finish, he moved. His hips rolled against mine, his legs shifting to nudge mine apart even wider. I yielded without hesitation, welcoming him in, letting him take, letting him claim.
His pace grew insistent, each thrust sending pleasure spiraling through me, our breaths mingling—my gasps, his groans, the rhythmic creak of the bed beneath us filling the air. My nails dug into his shoulders as I clung to him, lost in the intoxicating heat that burned between us.
Then, suddenly, he shifted. In one fluid motion, he rolled us over, bringing me with him until my back met the sheets for only a fleeting second before he pulled me atop him, his hands firm at my waist. Now, he lay beneath me, his heated gaze drinking in every inch of my flushed, trembling form.
"Ah, Aerin… you are so beautiful," he groaned, his gaze locking onto me with the dazed, desperate look of a man completely lost in desire.
A rush of nervous excitement coursed through me as I looked down at him. His disheveled hair, the way his brows knit together in pleasure, the raw hunger in his expression—it was intoxicating. Erotic. My pulse pounded at the sight of him beneath me, undone and wanting.
I wanted to tell him that he looked just as breathtaking, but the words caught in my throat. Instead, I bit my lip.
Uncertain of what to do next, I hesitated, my body taut with anticipation. But he simply leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear, his breath hot and teasing. A shiver coursed through me at the sensation, my pulse quickening.
His voice was a low, coaxing murmur—warm, patient, and utterly sinful.
"Slowly… take your time."
Then, with an easy shift, he leaned back fully against the bed, his hands resting lightly on my hips, waiting—letting me set the pace.
I swallowed, my hands pressing against his chest. Tentatively, I moved, feeling him deep inside me with every shift, every hesitant roll of my hips. It was overwhelming—too much, yet somehow not enough.
I gasped as his hands tightened on my waist, steadying me, guiding me. "Like this," he instructed, his voice thick with restraint, his breath uneven.
Up, down—his hands guided my movements, shaping me to his rhythm. Up, down—our bodies moved in sync, the sensation swelling like a rising tide, pulling me deeper into the heat of it all.
Up, down. Forward, back. A slow, deliberate grind. Rolling my hips in a fluid motion, testing how it felt—how he reacted. And when I did, his expression shifted, pleasure washing over his face in raw, unguarded waves.
His lips parted, his breath hitching. His fingers tightening even more on my waist, his grip almost reverent. He looked utterly lost in it, lost in me—eyes glazed with satisfaction, with something dangerously close to worship.
And the sight of it, of him unraveling beneath me, sent a thrill straight through my core.
I followed his lead, each motion more confident than the last, until instinct took over. Until control slipped away, and I was lost in the pleasure, in the feel of him, in the way his name spilled from my lips in broken cries.
And then, I came. Shaking.
A wave of euphoria swept through me, stealing my breath, arching my body against his. But he didn't stop—he didn't give me a moment to recover.
With a sudden motion, he sat up, his strong arms wrapping around me, pulling me flush against his chest. A startled gasp escaped me, my fingers clutching at his shoulders for support. I could feel everything—the rapid, unrelenting thrum of his heartbeat against mine, the heat of his skin branding me, the raw hunger in his gaze as he took me in.
I barely had a chance to breathe before he moved again.
He smirked, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to my collarbone, the tease in his touch sending a shiver down my spine. "Is this okay?" he murmured against my skin, his breath hot and heavy.
I could only nod, my voice lost to the whirlwind of sensations consuming me. Every nerve in my body was on fire, every slow, deliberate movement making me ache in the most delicious way. He guided me with steady hands, his touch firm yet patient, as though he was savoring every second, every shudder that rippled through me.
The pleasure was relentless, growing with each roll of his hips, with each whisper of skin against skin. I clung to him, my body trembling as I surrendered to the intoxicating rhythm he set.
Then, his lips found mine again, capturing me in a kiss that was both tender and desperate. Our tongues tangled, the taste of him intoxicating, the heat between us unbearable. I moaned against his mouth, my breath hitching as his grip on me tightened.
Sweat slicked our bodies, our movements becoming more frenzied, more desperate. The air was thick with heat, our mingled breaths heavy with desire. I felt as though I was melting into him, dissolving in the intensity of it all.
The world beyond this moment ceased to exist. There was no past, no future—only this. Only him.
"Ah… haah… hnnn…"
The sounds slipping from my lips were ones I'd never made before, raw and uninhibited. But I no longer cared—I could only cling to him, surrendering completely as the pleasure climbed higher.
Then, just as I was beginning to lose myself, he moved again. Without warning, his grip tightened, and he shifted, rolling us over with effortless strength. Before I could fully register what was happening, my front pressed against the mattress, my stomach meeting the soft sheets.
A shudder wracked through me as his warmth settled behind me, his presence all-encompassing. His fingers traced a slow, torturous path down my spine, igniting every nerve in their wake.
"It's okay," he murmured, his lips brushing against my shoulder before he let his hands slide down, firm and possessive, gripping my hips.
I turned my head slightly, catching his gaze over my shoulder. The intensity in his eyes stole my breath—a silent promise, a hunger that mirrored my own. My body tensed, anticipation coursing through me like a live wire.
And then, he moved.
Slow at first, teasing, coaxing. Drawing me open, pulling me apart, only to put me back together with each thrust. The new angle sent white-hot pleasure crashing over me, stealing my breath, unraveling me completely.
"Ahh—!" My cry was muffled against the sheets, my fingers clutching at the fabric as he drove deeper, his movements growing rougher, more desperate. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing over me, stealing the breath from my lungs.
"Louder, Aerin…" His voice was thick, slurred with ecstasy, like a man drunk on pleasure.
"Haa—hmm!" My moans spilled freely now, my body surrendering completely to the overwhelming sensations.
One of his hands left my waist, sliding up my back, fingers pressing firmly between my shoulder blades, urging me down, molding me to his rhythm. My hands fisted the sheets, my body surrendering completely as the pleasure mounted, spiraling beyond control.
Our voices intertwined, rising and rising—louder—in tandem with the rhythmic creaking of the bed, each sound a testament to the feverish pace, the raw intensity between us. The room was filled with the symphony of our pleasure—ragged breaths, desperate moans, the deep, guttural groans that sent shivers down my spine.
"Rollo... I-I'm...ah!" And again, I came.
My body clenched around him, pleasure ripping through me in sharp, pulsing waves. My vision blurred, my cries dissolving into incoherent sounds of bliss. But he didn't stop—he chased his own release, his movements growing erratic.
His breaths turned ragged. "Ah—Aerin… I can't—hngh…" his voice was thick, strained with overwhelming pleasure. His fingers dug into my hips, his grip tightening as if trying to hold himself back, but it was futile.
With a final, shuddering thrust, he buried himself deep inside me, his body tensing as he reached his peak. A deep, guttural groan tore from his throat, his head falling against my shoulder as he unraveled completely.
I could feel the heat pooling deep inside me, filling me to the brim—warm, overwhelming. It was too much, spilling over, dripping down my thighs in a way that left me breathless.
Then the world spun in a hazy blur, the air thick with heat, the scent of sweat and desire clinging to our skin.
He finally collapsed against me, his weight pressing me into the sheets.
Silence. Our heavy breaths the only sound filling the room.
And in that moment, in the warmth of his embrace, I knew—I became his, completely.