The first time

**Warning, sexual content**

"You want... all of me?"
It came out of his mouth, almost like a gentle little whisper, and instinctively, I nodded my head slowly, caught up in the exquisite look of vulnerability and pleasure already all over his face.
"A-are you sure? Once we cross the line here, there's no going back. The mate bond will be completely sealed between you and I." He then reached up and placed a warm hand on my cheek, before asking again, "Are you absolutely, one hundred percent sure you want to be connected in such a strong, and intimate way?" By now his eyes were wide and searching mine, as if trying to find an ounce of doubt in them.
I took a deep breath, before saying softly, "Yes, I'm sure...". Again, it was more instinctive than anything else. It seemed my mouth was in sync with my body which was now burning up in anticipation. My mind, however, was still a few steps behind. So, I asked, timidly, "Could you..." I bit at my lip, "take the lead?"
He smiled gently, leaned up and placed a quick, teasing peck against the skin of my lips, and then nodded.
He began to shift underneath me, and then swiftly flipped us over so that he was on top of me. Truly, I began to feel the enormous size-difference between his giant body and my tiny one, and now, with him in control, it was beginning to intimidate me.
Damon gently took my hands in his and pinned them down on the bed, interlocking our fingers as he leaned down and placed his lips on me, taking my lips between his in a slow, deep and passionate manner that it had my toes curling and my heart thudding. He was so gentle and so sweet, and his touches were so soft, like feathers gently falling against the surface of my skin. The concept was mind-blowing: the fact that Damon Michaels was capable of such perfectly soft and gentle behaviour. But still, despite me relishing the feeling of his hot skin against mine, I could not find it in myself to calm down. My heartbeat was raging, my breathing was fast and ragged and eventually, Damon pulled away, and stared down at me concerned.
"You don't need to force yourself to do this. We can wait as long as we need to."
I shook my head, no, "I want to do this, it's just, I'm nervous..."
He smirked, sat up quickly, removed the sweatshirt from his body, causing his muscles to flex and ripple as he did so, and then took my hand in his. He lifted it up, right above his heartbeat, and immediately I felt just how wildly and how quickly his was beating as well.
"I'm just as nervous as you are... it's my first time too."
Immediately my jaw fell in disbelief and I gazed up at him confused. "You... you can't be telling the truth. But... that day I was in your room... You can't tell me you were capable of such things without experience!"
Damon chuckled and then leaned his face closer to mine with his lips teasingly just a quick movement away from being against mine. "Well, if you must know, Jasmine, I do have a few... kinky hobbies. I am, after all, still driven by my... desires, just as everyone else is."
And it was this little fact, just this tiny, little fact, that had me relaxing slightly in his large, strong, muscular arms. It was comforting to know that we both were now on equal footing. I sighed, slightly relieved, and Damon smirked.
"But enough about me. I think it's time to focus on us." He said, before resuming his slow, soft kisses on my lips, gently tilting his head to the side as he began roaming my mouth with his tongue. My hands began roaming his body, savouring the heat and the feeling of his muscles underneath my fingertips. Eventually, Damon's hands made their way down my arms and to my shirt and I began helping him to lift it up and over my head. After he successfully got it off of me, he threw it to the side and then froze as he stared at my half naked self.
"What?" I asked, now self-conscious.
He gently ran his hand up the skin of my stomach, igniting every inch of it with lust as he did so. "You look so beautiful... no, delicious."
He let out a mischievous smirk before placing wet, sloppy kisses from just below my bra right down to the waist-band of my jeans, where he literally ripped the material apart, and threw the torn jeans over his shoulder.
"Damon! Those were new!" I yelled as I realised now that I was under him in nothing but my lingerie.
"I'll make it up to you." He muttered, pulling his own pants down and then leaning down against me with his forearms flat against the mattress and on either side of my head. He didn't move further though, he just stared into my eyes, trying to memorise every single feature on my face. Then, he began using one of his hands to roam down my body, until they reached my bra and in another swift moment, he tore it clean from my body and threw the material, and after that he tore my lace panties off, leaving me completely naked. He bit his lip as his eyes began gazing down at me.
"As I said before... delicious." He breathed out, immediately kissing down my body until he got right between my thighs. I shuddered at the feather-like sensation.
Then, he gripped at my thighs, and threw them over his shoulders.
"Is it okay... for me to taste your sweetness against my lips?" He nearly whispered this out in his clear, escalating state of lust.
"Hmm..." I mumbled out, breathing heavily with the feeling of him between my thighs.
Immediately, he dipped his head down between my legs and my toes curled at his hot breath against my sensitive folds. He then leaned in, just a little closer, placed a small kiss on the skin, opened his mouth and then began sliding his tongue between the folds of skin.
"Fffuck..." He mumbled, sending vibrations right to my tight core, "you're already so damn w-wet..."
I leaned my head on the back of the pillow and let out a short, but heavy pant, and slowly I began throbbing in want.
"Mmm, faster, go faster, Damon," I moaned out. He obliged, licking at my wet, dripping self, faster.
I slowly began gripping tighter at the sheets underneath me, gasping for air as the pleasure consumed my every being. It only grew more potent when he moved even closer and stuck his tongue right inside of me. The way he moved his tongue was unbelievable. He curled it and flicked it violently inside of me, making me wetter than ever before and with every movement, every suck, every lick, every lap of his tongue I found myself drowning in ecstasy. Damon clearly knew exactly what to do and exactly how to do it, and I realised that he was, in fact, a perfect match for me.
Eventually, I found myself edging onto an orgasm and I began moaning loudly, almost screaming, and that’s when, much to my dismay, he stopped.
"Damon! What the hell are you-"
But I was cut off when he slowly began removing his own underwear.
"I can't wait anymore... I want you so badly Jasmine." He said, low and husky. His eyes were now swirling between red and hazel and they were quite heavily lidded. It was clear, however, that he *couldn't* wait. His long shaft stood erect, excited and throbbing. The sight was quite enticing and sent waves of want through my own body as he slowly began leaning over me. He reached towards one of his bedside table drawers and then took out a square rapper- a condom, I realised. He broke the wrapper with his teeth and quickly placed the condom on himself, then shifted his eyes to me.
"Spread your legs a little more..." He demanded. I obliged, opening my legs wider and he crawled between them before gently rubbing the skin of my left cheek.
"I want you to keep your eyes on me, only me when I enter you. If it hurts, tell me. If you want us to stop, then tell me that as well, please. Will you do that for me, Jasmine?"
I nodded, engrossed in his eyes and the soft, sweet look.
He smiled, "I'll try to be as gentle as I can, okay? I want this to feel good for the both of us."
He then leaned in, claiming my lips once more. But this time it was different. It was sweet, yet hot and wet. It was gentle yet rough and demanding, and as his tongue began dominating my mouth, I could not help but press myself closer against his hot, soft flesh, wanting more of him... wanting only him.
His kissed then moved to my neck and, although the soft feeling against my sensitive skin did a good job of distracting me, I could feel his hands slip down to my legs, opening them even further.
"I'm going to enter you now. I'll go slow," He said, now moving his lips from my neck so he could gaze into my eyes. It took a moment, before he shifted successfully and then I began to feel his tip against my entrance. I gulped, flustered but kept my eyes on him, and he kept his eyes on me. Slowly, he began moving deeper, and his breathing became heavy and shaky. I winced slightly at the stinging pain and discomfort between my legs as he moved.
"I'm sorry... am I hurting you?" He asked in a pant. His face was now flushed, and it was clear that the thin strands of self-control he was grasping at, were becoming even thinner.
"It's okay, carry on moving," I said. He nodded, and then placed his forehead, against mine and began to wrap his arms around me tightly, pulling me closer to his body so our bare chests were now pressed closer together. Damon then began moving his hips even further and I gripped onto his back, digging my nails into his flesh. Damon moaned out, clearly loving the sensation of pleasure and pain, and soon, he was fully inside of me, filling me up. The feeling was still uncomfortable, and so Damon just remained there for a while.
"I-is it okay for me to m-move?" He asked, barely able to get a sentence out.
I nodded, and hummed, and slowly, he began thrusting in and out, in and out. It was soft, and slow and it had me wondering if there'd be any pleasure for me amidst the pain, because it was clear there was for Damon, who clutched at me and moaned, now burying his neck in the crook of my neck, breathing hot, shaky breaths against my skin.
"F-fuck! You feel so fucking a-amazing. I- I just can't t-take it! You're d-driving me ins-s-sane!" And then he placed a wet, open mouthed kiss against my neck before thrusting his hips again. Eventually, however, the pain did slowly transform into this feeling of strange pleasure as I felt the friction of his throbbing length rub against my wet, warm walls, wrapping around him perfectly. I began to let out a few moans of my own, and immediately, I felt him throb and harden even more inside me at the sound of my voice.
"Hmm, is it beginning to feel g-good?"
"Y-yes... it feels..." he thrusted harder, plunging his shaft deep within me and I arched my back and let a loud, raw scream, bursting with pleasure.
"Fuck! It feels so good!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.
My words seemed to drive him insane too and he grabbed the back of my neck and roughly pressed his lips against mine in a heated frenzy. The kiss was wet, hot, messy but every movement and moan made it all the sexier. In fact, everything was now becoming sexier. The way his lips thrusted quickly, hard and rhythmically against, and with mine. The way we gripped at each other like animals, clawing and drawing blood from our flesh. Even the way he moan and panted in my ear was enough to bring me to my limit, and it lead me to my next few words which I let drip from my tongue as a part of my inner Vixen finally came to life, breaking the chains I'd kept her in for the night.
"Damon... I want you to fuck me... I want you to be rough, and I want you to take every single inch of my body as your own. Take me, all of me, until my skin is infected with the touch of yours. Until I'm driven mad with you."
He paused, completely unmoving, just panting heavily and staring into my eyes, which I now felt pulsing between red and blue as well. We were way beyond self-control now, and we were no longer Jasmine and Damon. Rather, we'd become something different- the Alpha, and his Vixen. Both crazed by not just lust, but the idea of belonging to each other.
"... Jasmine, I'm warning you now, those words are going to start trouble."
I gripped onto him tighter and wrapped my legs around his waist tightly. "I *am* trouble... now give me what I want before I take it forcefully."
He smirked darkly, pulled my arms from him and pinned them down forcefully to the bed. Immediately, he thrusted into me so deeply I swore I could see stars as my head tipped back and I yelled out his name. But he didn't stop with just one deep thrust. He kept on going, harder, faster, deeper, rougher, until I was certain that the springs in the bed would give in by the sheer force of his hips, and mine which met his thrusts greedily in want of more friction, more wetness and more pleasure-filled pain.
"Fuck... fuck... oh *fuck!*" Damon breathed out, pitchy and filled with desperation. It was clear by the shaking of his body and the rippling of his muscles that he was edging closer and closer. I was not too far either, and my stomach began to tighten in anticipation.
"I'm so close... fuck, Jasmine...." Damon seemed just about ready to fall apart and he began moving even faster.
I gasped and panted and yelled out, "Yes Damon! Right there! Right fucking there!". He'd now thrusted directly into the perfect spot which made my back arch and my eyes roll to the back of my head and I felt the raw tension in every single muscle as I waited to be thrown over the edge.
And I finally did, as the most mind-blowing, earth-shattering orgasm pulsed from between my thighs and shot up right to my core, leaving my now soaked walls throbbing against Damon's hot shaft.
"D-Damon..." I let it leave my lips loudly, stretching his name and allowing him to resonate against every single wall in the room. That was all he needed to reach his own orgasm as well. His hands collapsed, his body fell gently against mine and his arms enveloped me into a tight, warm embrace as he let out the loudest, most pitchy and pleasure-filled moans I had ever heard in my life.
Both of us were now panting heavily, and our hot, sweat-coated bodies clung to one another. Our bodies were so close together, that I was sure it would be impossible to discern where he began and where I ended.
After a few moments, Damon finally removed himself from me, and rolled to the other side of the bed, but still pulled me close to him, so my head was on his chest, listening to his wild, raging heartbeat.
"That was the most amazing feeling I'd ever experienced in my life..." He mumbled out before placing a sweet kiss on the top of my head. "I'm hoping it felt just as good for you as it did for me?"
I looked up at him, his face was now uncertain, as if he were weary of his performance. But he honestly did not have anything to worry about.
"You, Damon Michaels, were absolutely perfect." I said.
He froze, as if unable to comprehend what I'd said, and then his eyes softened, and he pulled me up to him so that he could kiss me gently.
He was now totally, and completely mine, and I did not plan on letting him go.
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... Sips tea.
I hope you all loved this chapter because I honestly rewrote it so many times!
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