As night came, I headed to my small room, feeling a mix of excitement and fear. Rachel had left me a neat note: “Be careful, darling. Remember, this place is dangerous.” I put the note in my pocket.
I was very tired, so I lay down on my bed, thinking about the day. Soon, I fell asleep without realizing what my choice meant.
A soft knock on my door woke me up hours later. My heart raced as I said, “Come in.” The door opened, and I saw Harrison’s shape in the dim light. He shut the door, and the sound echoed in the small room.
“Hey,” he said quietly, stepping closer. I could see he was tense. “We need to talk.”
My heart skipped. Was he going to tell me to stop leading him on? To remind me of his engagement? Or maybe he wanted to end things before they got worse. I sat up, trying to push away my fears. “Okay,” I said, trying to sound calm.
Harrison took a deep breath and said, “I can’t stop thinking about you, Emma. Since the first day I saw you, I’ve wanted you, but I didn’t think it was right to act on it.” He looked at me, waiting for my reaction. “But now, after today… I can’t ignore it anymore.”
My heart raced as he stepped closer and gently brushed my hair away from my face. “Is this a love confession or are you just playing with me?” I asked, my voice shaking with hope and fear.
Harrison looked into my eyes and traced my lips with his thumb. “Does it matter?” he whispered, filled with desire. “Because I need you, Emma. I can’t pretend anymore.”
My heart raced, and the room spun around me. Was he really confessing his love, or was this just a game? His hand moved to the neckline of my shirt, and he began to unbutton it.
“Do you know what I want right now?” he murmured, his breath warm against my skin.
I nodded, whispering, “Yes.”
Harrison’s eyes darkened with hunger. “Then let’s not waste any more time.” He pulled me up, his hands sliding down my body, pushing my shirt off my shoulders.
I felt his warmth against me as he kissed me deeply, exploring my mouth. His hands moved to my pants, unbuttoning them urgently. I could feel his desire for me.
He broke the kiss and looked at me for permission. I nodded, unable to speak. With a groan, he lifted me onto the bed, kissing down my neck.
My hands trembled as I fumbled with his shirt buttons, wanting to feel his skin. His kisses became more demanding as we hurried to take off each other’s clothes, tossing them on the floor.
When we were both naked, he paused, looking at my body with a mix of admiration and hunger. I felt exposed but also powerful. His hand touched my breasts, teasing me, and I moaned.
He kissed me again, his hand sliding between my legs, finding my clit. He stroked it gently, building the pressure until I gasped for air. I arched my back, wanting more. His touch grew firmer, and I felt myself getting close to something amazing.
With a growl, he spread my legs and kept his eyes on mine. This simple action made me shiver with excitement, and I wanted him completely.
His fingers slid inside me, and I gasped at the feeling. His thumb kept circling my clit, and I felt myself getting closer to something incredible. I had never felt this before.
With a groan, Harrison pulled away, reached into his pocket, and took out a condom. He rolled it on, still looking at me. I felt both excited and scared as he positioned himself at my entrance.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice strained with desire.
I nodded, breathlessly saying, “Yes.”
With one strong thrust, Harrison took me. The initial pain quickly turned into overwhelming pleasure. He paused to let me adjust before he started moving, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through me.
His hands stayed on my breasts, his thumbs flicking over my sensitive nipples as he moved inside me. I moaned, lost in the feeling. The pain had turned into something wonderful, reminding me of our bond.
His thrusts became deeper and faster, claiming my body completely. My breasts bounced with each movement, and I felt a delicious ache that made me want more.
I moaned, still lost in the sensation of him filling me. His breath became ragged as he moved faster, and the pain turned into a sweet ache that heightened my pleasure.
As his rhythm picked up, I felt my desires take over. I clutched the sheets, trying to hold on to reality. His thumbs circled my nipples, sending electric jolts through my body.
Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist, inviting him to go deeper. His eyes widened before filling with pleasure. He obeyed, burying himself inside me with a low groan.
The sounds of our bodies moving together were undeniably erotic. Each thrust was a sign of his ownership, and I reveled in it, my body responding in unexpected ways.