CHAPTER 13
RYAN’S POV
I didn’t even recognize my own voice anymore. It was low, rough, broken. And the second those words left my mouth, I was done pretending. Done holding myself back.
I didn’t give her a chance to speak. I crushed my mouth to hers again, kissing her with everything I had in me, my body already moving on instinct. Her lips opened for me like she was waiting for this. Like she’d been craving it just as bad as I was.
“Fuck, Anna…” I gritted out, my voice row, my cock pressed so hard against her body that it actually hurt. I was grinding into her without even thinking, breathing heavily against her neck, my fingers still inside her, moving faster now, fucking her deep while my mind went completely blank except for how worm and wet she felt.
“Fuck, I really want you,” I hissed. “Fuck. Fuck.”
I was losing it. Completely. There was no holding back left in me. Everything I’d bottled up, every dirty thought I had about her, every second of restraint was just breaking all at once. She felt too good, sounded too perfect, her moans were driving me insane.
Then she looked at me, her eyes wild and full of need, and said, “Then take me, Ryan… stop holding back and take me. Right here, right now, please.”
That did something to me.
My fingers picked up pace instantly, fucking into her harder, deeper, while my cock rubbed against her cunt through both our clothes. She was a mess now, her arms wrapped around my neck, moaning into my ear like she didn’t care who heard or where we were. And I didn’t either. My lips were on her neck, biting, kissing, ponting against her skin as I grinded into her like I wanted to tear our clothes apart.
I groaned, deep and low, then grabbed her and lifted her up, making her legs wrap around me tight, her dress riding up high and my cock pressing right against her clit through her panties. She gasped and dug her nails into my back, her hips rolling into mine like she needed me inside her.
“Fuck, I swear I want to rip this dress off and just take you here,” I growled into her ear, grinding into her harder. “I want to feel you with nothing between us. I want to see you naked, underneath me, begging!
“Then do it,” she begged. “Please, Ryan. Stop holding back.”
I crashed my mouth on hers, swallowing her moan as my fingers plunged back into her, fucking her rough and fast curling just right until she broke apart in my arms. Her whole body jerked, her cunt squeezing around my fingers her head thrown back as she came hard, her moans loud and desperate.
I pulled my fingers out slow, my eyes never leaving hers, and brought them to my mouth.
“You taste so fucking good,” I said while sucking her off my fingers, my eyes locked to hers.
She was panting, sweaty, looking like she just ran through hell and loved every second of it. I grabbed her neck gently and pulled her mouth to mine again, kissing her deep, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
I wanted more. I wanted everything.
And that scored the shit out of me.
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1 pulled back with a frustated groan, my body still hard, my dick throbbing so bad it felt like torture.
She touched my cheek. “That wasn’t a mistake.”
I looked at her, my heart still pounding. “No… it wasn’t a mistake, Anna. But that doesn’t mean it was right.”
She pulled away, her expression changing. “So what now? We’re just gonna pretend this didn’t happen? You’re still gonna send me out of your house after this, huh?”
I looked at her, really looked at her. Her red cheeks. Her swollen lips. Her eyes that were too honest for me to hide from.
“I’m really losing it here, Anna,” I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’m really fucking losing it.”
I was trembling from trying not to let it all out. The desire. The guilt. The rage. Everything
“I want to take you,” I said. “I want to claim you cause you’re mine. You’ve always been mine. But…”
I grabbed her neck softly, pressed my forehead to hers, our breaths fusing.
“But I can’t.”
“Why not?” she whispered, her voice broken, tears spilling silently from her eyes.
“Cause of the promise that was made about you,” I whispered. “Mom made a promise to your mom at her grave. That she’d protect you. Keep you safe. Give you a good life.”
I swallowed hard, eyes still on hers. “Mom made me make that same promise too.”
I kissed her mouth deep, slow, long, like I didn’t know how to let go.
“No matter how much I want to really claim you, Anna… I can’t break that promise.”
I was still breathing hard, my hand on her waist, our bodies still pressed together.
“But I
I’m hanging on a thread here,” I said. “A very fucking thin one. I don’t think I can keep that promise much longer if I keep staying close to you. It’s hard… so fucking hard.”
She looked at me, then smiled a little through her tears, as if something clicked in her head.
“Then we can be discreet,” she whispered.
I blinked. “What?”
“We can be discreet,” she repeated. “Mom and Dad won’t know. We can keep it just between us. No one else.”
I stepped back a bit, shaking my head, raking my hand through my hair. “No… no. That’s too risky.”
She followed me, her eyes burning. “It’s not risky.”
I chuckled a little bitterly. “You don’t know what you’re saying, Anna. You could get pregnant. Don’t you see? That’s what happened to Mom. They were discreet too, remember? And look what that turned into. She got pregnant with me and ran away. I don’t want history repeating itself.”
She stepped closer, grabbing my shirt. “Then we’ll use protection. I’m not a child, Ryan. I’m nineteen. I know what I want.”
She looked up at me, her voice steady, her eyes serious.
“And if I’m going to give my virginity to anyone… I want it to be you.”
