Music: 'TiO' by ZAYN (another ridiculously sexy song by ZAYN)

Chapter 29 – Hold On To Me – Raine's POV

"No!!! You can't!!" I breathed. "You promised me you would consider everything I said calmly and coolly. You are not calm right now...Please don't make any decisions."

He inhaled and exhaled deeply purposefully a few times to get himself back under control. Finally he said with a determined growl, "I won't kill him outright. Not yet. But I will find a way. He is a dead man."

The tension left my body and my shoulders dropped in relief. I asked, "Is that it? Are we done talking now?"

His smirk returned as he assured me, "Almost." He looked at me carefully and contemplated, "I lost track of you during the fight, right after you punched the hunter on the ground and then back flipped out of his reach. And then didn't see you again until you pulled the stake out of Talia."

He stopped and examined my body.

I knew what he was going to ask.

"What happened in between? Did you fight with them or did Hayden pull you away from the rest and just contain you?"

I replied softly, "I fought. And no, they didn't hold back. They made fierce contact more than a few times."

His eyebrows pulled in confusion.

I said what we were both thinking, "I was amazed too when we got back, to find the bruising had healed and the pain was gone. I've never healed that fast before."

He nodded and contemplated, "I was surprised when you had enough strength to flip the hunter to the ground. Do you remember throwing me off of you?"

"What?" I breathed, trying to walk back through the events in my mind.

"Yes, I tried to push you down with my body, to get you away from the flying daggers, but you growled at me and threw me off," he explained.

So much had happened earlier today, that some of it was a jumbled mess in my mind, but now that he mentioned it, I did remember and stared at him with a small 'o' on my lips.

He noted, "Whatever you are experiencing, it seems to be accelerating. How do you feel now?" He stared at me intently, waiting for my answer.

Maybe my hormones were just already stuck in overdrive, because the intensity of his gaze caused heat to snake through my body, leaving me trembling. I somewhat recalled he had asked me a question, but for the life of me, I couldn't remember what.

I guess our question/answer session was done, because his eyes caught up to mine in an instant. He locked me in his heated gaze as he slowly leaned to switch off the lamp next to the bed. My heart raced frantically as he reached for me. I was surprised when he pulled me to him with my back facing him, as he slid us both down the bed into a laying position.

His fingers gently moved my hair away from my neck, before his lips came down, burning a trail of hot kisses from that sensitive spot behind my ear down to my shoulder, and ever so slowly and purposefully back up again. I squirmed in his grip, panting, as his lips and teeth gently teased my earlobe. He murmured huskily, "I am going to make you mine tonight."

I shuddered with intense pleasure.

He reached for the hem of my shirt. I lifted slightly and leaned forward, so that he could pull it over my head. His hands slid firmly down my side to my hips, pulling my shorts and panties low. I kicked them the rest of the way off of my feet.

His hands left me for a moment and I realized with a start that he was removing his boxers. My heart thundered in my chest. He had never been naked with me before.

I was still facing away from him, lying on my side. And this time when he pulled me close into his body, he wasn't quite so gentle. Instead, he grasped both of my hips and growled low as he tugged me tightly against him, grinding himself against my ass.

The contact shot fire through my veins.  Instinctively, I arched my back tightly so I could feel him directly against my folds and squirmed against him.

"You are so fucking wet for me," he purred.

I couldn't hold back a low moan.

He kept the hand that was wedged between my right hip and the bed in place, while his other hand roamed up to palm and massage my breasts. My chest heaved as he played with my hardened nipples, rolling them through his fingers and tugging firmly. And if that were not enough stimulation to effectively make me lose my mind, he used his other hand to move my hips so that he was repeatedly stroking himself against my folds.

His lips were against my neck, tasting my flesh as he continued his onslaught of pleasure. With each stroke of my hip and tug to my breast, I writhed desperately. I felt his lips curl into a smile against my back as he asked, "Do you like to feel my cock sliding along your wet pussy?"

I nodded frantically, unable to speak. I wanted him inside of me so damn bad, I could barely stand it. I squirmed higher, trying to make the connection. He restricted my movement, chuckled wickedly and teased my opening with the head of his cock.

"Cage, please..." I gasped.

"Not yet love, patience," he murmured.

I growled at him.

He said throatily, "Do you need to come now, Tigru?"

I growled again.

Like he didn't already know that!

His left hand slid down from my breasts. He lifted my top leg back and over his, opening my body to him, and then continued, until he reached the apex between my legs. He pushed in two fingers quickly and firmer than ever before.

I cried out as pleasure racked through my body. I rocked my hips against him.

"That's it, baby...fuck my fingers," he growled from behind me.

I ground my body harder against his hand, an almost nonstop stream of whines coming from my lips. Suddenly, he thrust in a third finger and began to curl them, rhythmically tickling my pussy from the inside, forcing me into a frenzy as I cried out, "There...oh fuck!"

I felt his mouth curl into a smile against my back again, before he brought his palm down hard against my clit, grinding into me.

That was all it took.

All of the air rushed from my body, leaving me unable to breathe, and silent as my body repeatedly contracted hard around his fingers. When the last wave of pleasure hit, I gasped, sucking much needed air back into my lungs.

I collapsed against the bed while he carefully removed his fingers and brought them up to his mouth. I knew what he was doing. He was licking them clean, and even though I couldn't see him, the mental picture in my head made me tremble with pleasure, heat winding through me again.

I twisted in his arms to face him, and purposefully threw a leg over him, keeping my body open for him. He knew exactly what I was doing and smirked, "Always ready for me?"

I purred suggestively, "Oh yes. I'm ready. Unless you would like to take a minute to take the edge off first...Provided of course, that I get to watch."

He studied me for a moment to see if I was serious. His voice was thick with sexual tension as he asked, "You want to watch me get myself off?"

I was perfectly serious and breathed, "Yes."

His eyes glazed over and excitement shot through me when he lifted into a seating position against the back of the bed. I sat up eagerly next to him. He kept me locked in his gaze as he lifted his left knee slightly to get comfortable and then fisted his cock with his right hand.

My eyes dropped down immediately. For a moment, I was shocked. I didn't have much to compare him to, but I knew he was quite large. I looked up at him again. My expression must have been quite clear, because he lifted an eyebrow and smirked in acknowledgement. Damn.

I glanced back down to watch him as he tugged slightly, pulling a bead of liquid out and smoothing it over his head, before letting his hand slid down lower as he stroked himself slowly.

I studied his movement and positioning. My hand twitched. I ached to touch him and wondered what he tasted like. I licked my lips absentmindedly.

He growled in response, tension rolling through his body.

Finally, I could take it no more and crawled over him. I pushed his knee flat to the bed, so that I could straddle his legs. I sat on his thighs and then added my hand right beneath his. He held my hand gently and I moved along with him, learning the rhythm and firmness that he liked. After a moment, I felt comfortable enough with the movement to try on my own and demanded, "Let go."

He immediately released, leaving my hand moving smoothly up and down his shaft. He felt amazing. The perfect texture of hard erection and soft flesh.

Suddenly, he reached behind my ass and pulled me completely forward, so that my folds were tight against his base. I gasped and stopped moving, momentarily stunned by the shocking pleasure that shot through me. When I recovered, fire burned in me. I stared at him with hooded eyes, smoky with desire.

He nodded, letting me know he got the response from me that he wanted. My hand involuntarily tightened around his cock as I stroked harder, causing him to hiss. Having the direct contact was making it impossible for me to sit still. I needed more friction and rose slightly on my knees, realizing this motion allowed me to stroke myself along his shaft.

"Fuck, you're wet," he grunted in response, his grip tightening on my hips to help me with the movement, up and down.

He was right. I was wet, which actually made stroking him with my hand easier. I smoothed my own liquid evenly around his shaft and stroked him harder, moving my hand and folds in sync.

Quite quickly the pleasure overcame me and I momentarily forgot what I was doing, as I instinctually began to seek my own orgasm. He grunted when my hand clenched tightly and I ground my clit against him. He moved my hips faster. My chest heaved and shockingly fast, I was almost there.

"Do you want to come against my cock, Tigru?" he growled, his eyes a little wild, his own release clearly at the edge as well.

His words and relentless motion pushed me right over the edge and I cried out as wave after wave crashed through me. I recovered quickly, shifting my clit away from him slightly, but picking up the speed and intensity with my hand. I demanded the same thing he had of me before, "Look at me...I want to watch you come."

I understood now why he had wanted to watch me. Excitement wound through me as his expression changed. He warned through clenched teeth, "You may want to move back. I'm very close to making a mess."

"Perfect," I purred.

I wasn't going anywhere.

I wanted to experience all of him there was to experience.

His left hand suddenly clenched the bedsheet, while his right grabbed my hand to stop and control the movement as he came, the veins in his neck pulled tight as he grunted.

His gaze intensified as he glanced down my body. True to his word, he did make a mess. There were streaks of it across my belly and chest. And I wouldn't be surprised if I found some in my hair. But I didn't care. I wanted to experience every part of him.

He brought his finger up and drew a line through it along my breast as he growled, "You have no idea how fucking sexy it is to see you covered in my cum."

Heat wound through my belly again. I watched him in fascination, curious again to know what he tasted like. I brought the finger he had used to my lips, and sucked the liquid from it. 

His eyes widened as he watched me. And then he leaned his head back, closed his eyes and groaned, "Fuck me. I knew it..."

I giggled, "What did you know?"

He lifted his head to look at me and murmured, "You're instincts are too damn good, and your reactions are going to drive me fucking crazy."

Suddenly, he moved both of us off of the bed, and wrapped my legs around him as he supported me with his hands under my butt.

I squealed at the unexpected movement.

He walked to the shower, turned on the water and stepped in before finally setting me on my feet. His fingers moved purposefully against my skin, as he cleaned me, exactly as he had the first night. Well not exactly, this time he massaged my breasts and played with my nipples.

I was thinking through his earlier words and commented, "So if you come ahead of time, that will help you last when you are inside of me?"

He replied, "A little, but the first time is going to be extremely difficult because I want you so much. I could probably jerk off ten times and it still not help once I am inside of that tight little pussy. And I would like to drag this out longer than a few seconds." He grinned impishly.

I couldn't help the mental picture that floated through my head. My belly muscles clamped down hard in response. After a moment, I recovered enough to ask, "My body is different...Like that? Tighter than most?"

He breathed, "Fuck yes, I've never felt anything like it and when you come, you clench repeatedly even tighter. I have pictured you coming hard like that around my cock every day."

I blinked and worked to get myself back under control again. He hesitated for a moment and asked gently, "Do you understand there will be pain?"

I bit my lip. I had expected that. I answered, "Yes...And you think it might be worse because I am so tight?"

He nodded.

I was starting to understand why he kept telling me I wasn't ready. But I was going to have to start sometime. I whispered, "I want this. I want you."

"I want you too, Tigru...More than you'll ever know," he murmured softly.

When he finished washing my body, I looked up at him and asked pointedly, "Do we need to wash my hair  too?"

His eyes glanced down examining my hair and then he smirked, "Um...Yes, I think that might be wise."

I thought he might have gotten some in my hair. I shook my head with a small smile on my lips.

He finished fairly quickly and reached to hand me a towel. I pulled the water out of my hair with my hands and dried my body quickly, before wrapping it around me.

I glanced up at him and inhaled sharply. His expression had changed. I recognized it. He was fantasizing about what we were about to do. And in an instant, every nerve in my body was rewired to match his. My chest heaved as I stared into his dark unfathomable eyes as he gently undid my towel, letting it drop to the ground.

He didn't let me walk back to the bed. Instead he lifted me, and wrapped my legs around his waist again. I gasped when I felt him hard between my legs and squirmed against him eagerly.

He moaned, "Fuck Dulce, the scent of your arousal gets me so fucking hard. I cannot wait to taste every inch of your pussy."

The image of his face between my legs made my toes curl in anticipation. He laid me on the bed and then climbed on top of me, forcing my legs open with his knee, before pinning me down with his hips.

The sensation of his hard-on between my hips overwhelmed me and instantly, I writhed against him.

His words were throaty and demanding as he said, "Don't move."

With great effort, I held perfectly still, but begged him to make love to me with my eyes. Intense desire lit up his features, leaving me breathless. He supported his upper body with one arm and slowly traced the outline of my face with his free hand. Every stroke was a gentle caress of his love.

I quivered beneath his touch.

His head came down and his lips brushed softly over mine. Just a whisper. But the  whisper quickly  became teasing. And the teasing quickly escalated into hard and heated against me. I tangled my fingers in his hair and feverishly kissed him back, biting and nipping at his flesh.

After a moment, he pulled back.

I whined until I heard his next words.

"Let's get you ready," he murmured as he slid purposefully down my body.

Cage had brought me to an orgasm before with his fingers, but that was nothing  compared to what he could do with his tongue. I was not even a little bit prepared for the sensations crashing through my body, when he kissed and licked and sucked every inch of me, as he had promised.

I was out of my mind with desire. My fingers tangled into his hair to keep his head exactly where I wanted it. I felt him smile against my flesh, but the pleasure was too intense for me to care about his smugness right now. He kept bringing me close but would relax his movement before I came. I writhed desperately beneath him and whimpered, "Cage...I can't wait anymore....please..."

When he began to crawl back up my body, my heart pounded in my chest. He locked me in his burning gaze and moved so that he was right at my opening. He hesitated.

I whispered again, "Please..."

He moved his hips forward a little, pushing into me. The pain was biting. I gasped loudly. He held still, while I blinked the moisture from my eyes. He whispered, "I'm sorry Tigru. We'll go as slow as you need to."

"I'm okay," I panted. And I was. The feeling of him stretching me was equally uncomfortable and pleasurable at the same time. I whispered, "More..."

"Open your eyes," he murmured.

My eyes snapped open. I hadn't realized I had squeezed them tightly shut.

"The resistance you feel is near your opening. We are very close to being past that. Just relax your body. Feel me inside of you and change the tilt of your hips if it helps. I love you, Tigru. In a few minutes you will be soaring high, I promise you."

I listened to his instructions and focused on relaxing my muscles down there. I understood what he meant as I experimented with rolling my hips a little up and down. He groaned loudly at the movement, causing another hard rush of desire through me. I was ready for him and whispered forcefully, "More..."

He moved forward impossibly slowly to allow for my tightness to accept every inch of him. After what felt like forever, he was finally seated fully inside of me. He held still and groaned again, "Fuck, Tigru. You are so fucking tight. I've never felt anything like it."

I couldn't pay much attention to him however, because every nerve ending in my body was on fire, screaming that he satisfy the devastating ache I felt. I whimpered, "Cage..."

He misunderstood and replied, "It's okay, Tigru. Just breathe."

"Cage..." I panted, unable to form any other words.

He murmured softly, "You are doing wonderfully. We can take a minute..."

I cut him off, crying out desperately, "Cage! Fuck me!"

His eyes opened wide and then his pupils dilated completely. He growled in the back of his throat as he pulled out slowly, and then forcefully thrust back in. The pleasure was shocking, and radiated all of the way through my body. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I gasped, "Yes!!"

He captured my lips possessively. At the same time, his hips moved with a slow and purposeful gait, working my body into frenzied need, and leaving me gasping for air.

"Look at me," he demanded.

I stared at him with wide eyes.

His pupils were dark. A low satisfied rumbling growl slipped his throat as he said huskily, "You're mine now."

"Yours..." I breathed in agreement.

He nodded his head, pleased with my response and then he grinned devilishly. "Are you ready for me to fuck you now?"

There was more?! Wasn't that what we were doing?? Already, I was struggling under the onslaught of pleasure rocketing through my body. But the look of intent in his black swirling eyes told me he had oh so much more to give. And whatever it was, I knew that I wanted  it. Adrenaline shot through my veins as I cried out, "Yes!!! Yes!!"

He grinned wickedly. "Hold on to me."

There were those words again.

I clasped his shoulders tightly, my fingernails digging into his skin. This time when he pulled back, he thrust forward fast and deep.

I screamed, "Cage!! Yes! Oh fuck, yes!!"

He didn't give me time to recover. Instead he continued his furious pace, causing an almost solid stream of cries and moans to release from my lips. He was relentless, grinding his pelvis into my clit on each stroke. Again and again, he thrust into me, harder and harder. And I was right on the edge.

I gasped desperately, "Cage...I'm going to...!"

He grunted, "Come for me, Tigru. I want to feel that tight pussy squeeze my cock."

And then I was there.

I scored my nails down his back, and arched into him, throwing my head back as I shattered apart in his arms, screaming his name.

Instantly, he let go with his own release, shuddering hard, jerking every time my body clenched down hard around him. He growled, "Fuck...Never been this good...Your pussy...Fuuuck!"

When it was over, he held me close as I trembled in his arms. His lips gave me lingering sweet kisses along my face. I stared up at him in awe, and I knew I was connected to him on a whole new level now...

.

Well obviously I didn't make any dedication on this chapter, because that would just have been ewww. Lol. But I do have more dedications that I want to do.

And I was going for a very specific mood. More contained and subdued, curious. There wasn't any 'fucking against the wall' action because this was her first time. Not that he won't sometime in the future. (smirk)

Oh and the other thing that was a challenge was the virginity loss pain thing. I think people tend to write it 'extremely' painful and I initially planned to go that route, but from the research I did (yeah, I actually did research), I found that lubrication and angle mean everything. Not to 'over-share' here, but this completely fit my personal experience. It was a complete 'no-go' on the first try (of course, he had to be Cage 'size' KWIM).  Well after a chat with his brothers, we tried again a little bit more 'prepared' and voila, no pain. So with Cage's experience, I felt a middle ground was a more 'realistic' approach (yeah, because all vampire fiction is grounded solidly in realism. lol).