You're a virgin?

Damien's POV‎

The door to the suite shut behind us with a soft click. I'd taken her to one of my hotels, which wasn't far from the club. ‎‎

Lyra stood there like she wasn’t sure whether she belonged in a place like this, her fingers brushing the edge of the sofa and her shoulders too tight for someone who claimed to want me.‎

“You don’t like it?” I asked, stepping behind her. "Or are you scared?"‎

She jumped slightly, then forced a small smile. “No. It’s beautiful. Just… a lot to take in for someone who is just here for a one-night stand.”‎‎

I slid my hands to her waist, pulling her back against me, and I rested my head on her shoulder. “Then stop looking at the damn room and look at me.”‎

When she finally turned her head, her lips were so close I didn’t bother waiting. I leaned in and kissed her, pulling her against my body. She kissed back like she needed it as much as I did, clutching my shirt like she’d fall if she let go.‎

“Damien…” she whispered when I pulled back, and the way she said my name—it was enough to undo me. Xavier, my wolf, had stirred within me, wanting to take over like always, but I forced him back.‎‎

I lifted her in my arms and took her to the bed, laying her down against the sheets. The sound she made when my mouth found her neck was soft, and it made me want to take my time to taste every inch of her until she forgot how to breathe.‎

By the time I pushed her dress up, she was trembling under me. I traced wet kisses from her neck down to her pink nipples, which I circled with my tongue.‎

"Fuck," she gripped the sheets tightly as I sucked on them. When I'd had enough, I slid down between her thighs, and when my tongue touched her, she gasped, her hand flying to cover her mouth.‎‎

I grabbed her wrist, pulling it away from her mouth. “Don’t hide from me; I want to hear you scream my name.‎

Her moan came then, raw and desperate, as I kissed the insides of her thigh before taking off her panties.‎ I worked her slowly, building her up while eating her good until her body arched. The sight of her falling apart because of me stirred something in my chest I didn’t want to name.‎‎

I kissed my way back up, my body pressing into hers and my skin burning with need. Clothes came off first, hers, mine, all of it, and then I was positioned between her thighs, ready to take what I’d been craving since the moment I saw her lips part in that damn bar.‎

“Tell me if I'm being too rough,” I said, voice tight with restraint. ‎She hesitated for just a second before answering with a nod of her head.

“No, I want you inside me.”‎ That was all I needed to hear and I pushed in slowly, but the second I did, she screamed. Not the kind of scream I was used to hearing in bed—this was different. ‎My whole body went still as her nails dug deep into my shoulder and her back arched from the pain before she collapsed.‎

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, and then it hit me.‎“Christ, Lyra,” I rasped. “You were a virgin?”‎

She looked away, embarrassed by what I'd just discovered.“Does it matter?” Her cheeks were flushed red. ‎It mattered more than I could explain.

All the women I’d had before, who were countless, faceless, and forgotten—none of them had ever given me this. Not their first time nor this kind of trust.‎

I softened instantly, brushing a kiss across her cheek. “You should have told me, and I would have made it less painful.” ‎Her eyes finally met mine, and she smiled. "You made it good, which is enough for me."

My chest tightened at that, and I leaned in and kissed her again, slower and deeper, and this time I moved inside her carefully, making sure every thrust carried more than just hunger. ‎

Her cries shifted to moans, the pain giving way to pleasure, and when she clung to me, whispering my name like a prayer, I knew I was ruined.‎ ‎

By the time we both came undone, she collapsed on the bed from exhaustion with a smile on her face. I lay down beside her, pulled her closer with my lips brushing her temple.‎

"Thank you," was all she said as she snuggled up to me. Thank you for what? Well, I didn't know because she never said anything again.

Later, I scooped her up and carried her to the bathroom. Steam filled the air as I turned the shower on with the hot water cascading over us. She leaned into me as I washed her. Her eyes were closed like she trusted me, which I couldn't understand why.‎

After bathing, we wrapped ourselves in the soft robes before climbing into bed. Lyra had already fallen asleep, but I lay awake, looking at her.‎ ‎

What is going on? Xavier's voice echoed in my head.

I’d never felt this way after sex before. I was never this calm, never this… torn. Was she the right one? Or just another distraction I’d end up tossing aside like the others before her?‎‎‎