Haider’s POV:

She tasted perfect.

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My mind was a swirling, chaotic mess. I didn’t know what was happening to her, but whatever it was, it seemed to be affecting me as well. Every touch, every kissb, /bevery frantic movement of her hands against me felt like a jolt of electricity.

I was a puppet, and she was pulling the strings. The taste of her was sweet, intoxicating, something uniquely her. My entire body hummed with a primal, powerful vibration that I had never felt before, not even during the most intense moments of my workout.

My control over lust, the one thing I had always prided myself on, waspletely gone. My mind was hazy, but one thought was crystal clear: I needed more. I wanted to consume her.

I pulled back just a little, enough to get my bearings, my breathing in ragged, desperate gasps. I was already feeling sweaty even with the air conditioner on.

I pushed myself up, my muscles a tense, rigid thing, and moved back just a little to pull my shirt off. I neede to feel her skin against mine, to feel the heat of her body without the barrier of fabric. I wanted to feel her entire form against me. I pulled her skirt offpletely, then her white underwear, leaving her in nothing but her tight tank top and stockings.

God. She was perfect. A soft, breathless whisper, a prayer. My eyes drank in her form, a work of art so beautiful it was a physical pain in my chest. Her body seemed like it was carved just for me. Her stomach was a smooth, t expanse of perfect skin, the gentle curve of her hips a tempting invitation. The lines of her form were slender and lithe, the kind of beauty that came from strength, not frailty. Her chest, not too big. not too small, almost perfectly shaped, fit in my hand perfectly. The skin was so pale that it was almost glowing against my own.

It was a beautiful, devastating sight, a physical confirmation that everything about her, everything she was. was made to be mine. My own body was a mess of conflicting emotions, a mix of awe and desire and a strange, powerful sense of ownership that I had no business feeling.

A gasp escaped her as I bent down, my mouth a hungry, demanding thing. I pushed up her top, and took one nipple in my mouth. I bit down on it, a low growl rumbling in my chest, as my other finger worked on its counterpart. The taste of her was a powerful, all–consuming drug. My. Mine.

The word was a low, possessive growl in my mind.

Shudders were wracking her body, her every muscle a tense, trembling thing, till she finally couldn’t take it and almost sobbed, a raw, broken plea. “Haider….” The sound of her voice, calling out my name, was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.

I hummed. A sadistic part of me was loving torturing her like this, edging her till she was a mess. I was watching here undone beneath me, her body a writhing, helpless thing. It was like she’d taken an aphrodisiac. Each and every touch, lick, and bite of mine was affecting her tenfold, her body a violent, powerful storm of need.

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Haider’s POV:

She tasted perfect.

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My mind was a swirling, chaotic mess. I didn’t know what was happening to her, but whatever it was, it seemed to be affecting me as well. Every touch, every kiss, every frantic movement of her hands against me felt like a jolt of electricity.

I was a puppet, and she was pulling the strings. The taste of her was sweet, intoxicating, something uniquely her. My entire body hummed with a primal, powerful vibration that I had never felt before, not even during the most intense moments of my workout.

My control over lust, the one thing I had always prided myself on, waspletely gone. My mind was hazy, but one thought was crystal clear: I needed more. I wanted to consume her.

I pulled back just a little, enough to get my bearings, my breathing in ragged, desperate gasps. I was already feeling sweaty even with the air conditioner on.

I pushed myself up, my muscles a tense, rigid thing, and moved back just ia /ilittle to pull my shirt off. I neede to feel her skin against mine, to feel the heat of her body without the barrier of fabric. I wanted to feel her entire form against me. I pulled her skirt offpletely, then her white underwear, leaving her in nothing but her tight tank top and stockings.

God. She was perfect. A soft, breathless whisper, a prayer. My eyes drank in her form, a work of art so beautiful it was a physical pain in my chest. Her body seemed like it was carved just for me. Her stomach was a smooth, t expanse of perfect skin, the gentle curve of her hips a tempting invitation. The lines of her form were slender and lithe, the kind of beauty that came from strength, not frailty. Her chest, not too big, not too small, almost perfectly shaped, fit in my hand perfectly. The skin was so pale that it was almost glowing against my own.

It was a beautiful, devastating sight, a physical confirmation that everything about her, everything she was, was made to be mine. My own body was a mess of conflicting emotions, a mix of awe and desire and a strange, powerful sense of ownership that I had no business feeling.

A gasp escaped her as bI /bbent down, my mouth a hungry, demanding thing. I pushed up her top, and took one nipple in my mouth. I bit down on it, a low growl rumbling in my chest, as my other finger worked on its counterpart. The taste of her was a powerful, all–consuming drug. My. Mine.

The word was a low, possessive growl in my mind.

Shudders were wracking her body, her every muscle a tense, trembling thing, till she finally couldn’t take it and almost sobbed, a raw, broken plea. “Haider…” The sound of her voice, calling out my name, was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.

I hummed. A sadistic part of me was loving torturing her like this, edging her till she was a mess. I was watching here undone beneath me, her body a writhing, helpless thing. It was like she’d taken ban /baphrodisiac. Each and every touch, lick, and bite of mine was affecting her tenfold, her body a violent, powerful storm of need.

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I finally reached down to her, my hand a gentle, reassuring thing against the feverish heat of her skin. Her pussy was weeping. Moving back, I pulled her leg onto my shoulder before diving in, my tongue demanding against her perfect clit, as bI /bpushed a finger into her slick hole.

Her pelvis curved off the bed in surprise as a moan escaped her. I pushed her down, keeping her pinned as I continued my ministrations. Pushing in a second and then a third finger, setting a rhythm.

It didn’t take long before she was cumming while writhing beneath me, her body shaking, and I pulled myself up, licking my lips as I looked down at her hazy eyes. She looked lost. Like she didn’t know what had just happened, her face, neck and chest werepletely flushed pink.

I wanted to swallow her whole. The thought was a powerful, consuming thing that made my blood run cold. I couldn’t help it as I bent down and bit her neck on the other side this time. I had caught on early that her neck was her most sensitive spot.

And once again, she reacted viscerally. Her hands shaky as they clenched my bicep and a low, guttural groan escaped her. Her eyes, those beautiful, empty things, were now a clouded, hazy mess of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

“You look so beautiful…” I whispered, my voice hoarse as I kissed the bite on her neck. She seemed so out of it with that one bite that all she could do was hum.

I had to stop myself. Just for a second. To get my bearings. To make sure this was what she wanted. “Sienna… are you sure about this? Once we do this…there is no turning back.”

For me, losing my virginity wasn’t a big deal. It’s not as though I was guarding it or anything, I just never met anyone who was my type. At least not enough for me to take them to bed. No one like her. Who made me go feral with just one nce.

But for her it was probably different. I didn’t even know who exactly she was, I had put together that she was probably rich or from a powerful family, if she could own a Legacy special edition car, but who exactly she was, where she came from and why she was like this was beyond me.

I snapped out of my trance when I heard her speak, her voice low. “Haider…. please…. I’m sure. Just do it. I can’t take it anymore.” And for some reason, as though there was a connection between us, a powerful, invisible thing that bound us together, I could tell she was being honest. Her need, a powerful, overwhelming thing, was a direct link to my own body. It was like it was scalding her from the inside.

I licked my lips, a powerful, consuming hunger, and pulled away. I pushed down my unzipped jeans, a sigh of relief escaping me at the bease /band I noticed Sienna’s gaze on my cock. She looked a little taken aback, closing her legs bas /bshe asked “Is it… supposed to be that big?“, like she’d never seen a cock before.

Well, okay, I get it. Mine was bigger than average, around nine inches. But that’s why I’d readied her beforehand. A quiet, amused chuckle escaped my lips.

I pulled one of her legs onto my shoulders as I smiled softly, “Rx… I’ll be gentle.” I said, my voice btrying /bbto /bsoothe her. She swallowed, then nodded.

I groaned as my head breached her hole and her breath hitched, her hands tightening in the sheets.

God. Fucking hell. She was so wet, hot, perfectb. /bbJust /bbperfect/b.

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I felt like an addict and she was my drug. I slowly eased in further grabbing her waist for support and a sob escaped her as I finally settled into herpletely, letting her have time to adjust.

I wiped away at the stray tear and couldn’t help kissing her again. I had thought she looked perfect with her constant expressionless face before, but now? Crying in pleasure like this beneath me, all messy and raw and vulnerable, I felt like an asshole thinking this way, but I wanted her wrecked further. To be minepletely. I had taken her first kiss, her first time. I wanted all her firsts, and not just that, I wanted to be hersts, too. Is it humanly even possible to want someone thispletely after knowing them for only a couple of days?

Seconds passed as I held myself back, letting her calm down first and her hand came up to touch my cheeks like she was seeing me for the first time. No. This was the same way she’d looked at me after our make out session in the library. A raw, searching, questioning thing. “You…. what are you?” She whispered, her voice hoarse and my brows quirked.

“What do you want me to be?” I asked, sping her hand onto my cheeks.

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