CHAPTER 12: THORNED PASSION

MICHAEL

I enjoyed an exhilarating yet exasperating breakfast in bed. It was the most intense intimacy I had ever experienced, yet it was also somehow vexing.

She was a virgin, or rather, she used to be.

I took that. I fucking did.

My gaze was locked on her bare back. She had fallen asleep from exhaustion. I had drained her strength.

'Did she enjoy it?' I laughed at that thought. Of course she did, I made sure of it. I fucked her right.

The evidence echoed off these walls and probably reached the ears of the neighbors.

The bed bore the brunt of every thrust I gave her. The pillows had tumbled to the floor from the force I exerted on her, and the sheets were barely clinging to the bed after I had her the way she desired.

She felt so good, so tight around me. So young, so untouched. So delicate that she bled.

The duvet bore the mark of her innocence that I had taken, and a part of my heart swelled with a strange joy knowing that it was me who had been her first.

She's mine now.

"Yeah, yo