Chapter 4

Syria’s POV

He didn't answer.

He just stared at me for a long time, and honestly, I was starting to lose my patience.

"Fine," I snapped. "If you won't answer, then so be it."

I heard murmurs all around us. I felt everyone's eyes fixed on our drama. The air was electric, like everyone was waiting for us to exhale.

"Syria, what have you done? Father will find out about this!" Novene suddenly screamed while gazing at me with bulging eyes brimming with fright and disbelief.

But I did not look at her. I did not even care anymore. I had no more room in my heart to care what she or anybody else would say.

I spun on my heel, prepared to turn and leave this for good. Just when I got away from Novene’s eyes, a hand suddenly closed around my wrist.

It was cold and unyielding.

I was taken aback, and before I knew what was going on, he whirled me around to face him.

It was him.

He was holding my wrist so tightly, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to hold me back. Our eyes met. And in an instant, everything else disappeared.

Before I could speak, he drew me forward, suddenly hugging his arm around my shoulder and then pushing me onto his shoulder with such force!

My heart skipped. My gaze jumped to the crowd. Everyone was motionless in shock.

“What are you all staring at? Get out of the way!" he yelled, his voice was authoritative.

The crowd immediately parted near the entrance, away from my cousin’s stares.

It was like his voice was powerful. They moved aside, opening a path for us. People began to whisper again, some were shocked, others were confused. But nobody dared to block us.

He swept me through the crowd. I did not know where he was going, but I could feel something out of the ordinary growing inside me, something hot, urgent, and unknown.

I knew what it was.

I knew what was going to happen.

And this is precisely what I wanted to happen.

When we arrived at his car, he opened the door and ushered me in. I sat down in silence. My heart pounded, and my body seemed to burn. He went around to his side, turned the ignition, and drove away without uttering a word.

I didn't ask where we were headed. I didn't care. I just knew I wanted this. I needed it.

After a brief drive, we reached a remote private property. He pulled over, jumped out, and came to my side. He opened the door and took my hand again. There was a sense of urgency in his actions, as if he couldn't wait another moment.

He took me into a quiet room. Clean, simple, and intimate. When we were both in, he finally gazed at me, his eyes searching my own.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked.

I didn't reply with words.

I didn't have to.

Instead, I leaned in and kissed him, hard.

My lips kissed him with hunger. Desperation. My body was shaking, craving him. I pushed against him, and he was still for a moment, taken aback by how hard I kissed him.

Then he kissed me hard back.

His palms discovered my waist, drawing me nearer. I could feel him touch my back, strong and assured, and I relaxed and let myself fit into him. I groaned when his hand crept further down, and I gasped when I realized he had held my butt, his touch surging a jolt of fire right through me.

I couldn't think. I couldn't speak. I could only feel and at the moment, I needed to feel everything.

The feeling was too much, too overpowering. But I wouldn't let him gain control of what was happening.

In silence, I pressed him onto the bed. His back on the mattress, and I moved atop him quickly, straddling his waist.

He stared at me, taken aback but intrigued.

A faint smirk appeared on my lips.

"You're so hard right now," I whispered, taunting him.

His eyes darkened, not with rage, but with fervent hunger. He wasn't used to this from me, this part of me. The one who didn't ask permission. The one who knew precisely what she desired and was willing to take it.

"You're such a tease," he growled, his voice low and rough with desire.

I didn't wait. I kissed him, ravenous and wild. There were no tentative touches or uncertain movements. I gave it all I had in that moment, because the fact was I was turned on beyond sense. Every inch of me was on fire, yearning to feel more, to lose myself in the passion of it all.

My kisses followed lower, down his chest until I was at his stomach. I slowly licked his lower abdomen, slowly and deliberately, and could sense his body harden beneath me. Then, without looking away, I wrapped my hand around his cock.

It was large. Thick. Hard.

Beating in my hand.

He groaned strangled the moment I touched him.

"Fuck," he cursed under his breath, repeatedly.

His head dropped back, and his eyes closed for an instant. Then he opened them, gazing at me from half-lidded, lecherous eyes. He sat and watched me lower my lips onto him and kiss his length, taunting him with every slow, slow motion.

"Do you enjoy that?" I asked, smirking.

His only reply was a long, throaty moan. His eyes rolled back slightly and his hands dug into the sheets.

"Suck me so hard," he panted desperately.

I didn't need to be asked twice. I leaned forward and took him entirely into my mouth, my hand massaging the base while my lips labored the rest of his tip. His legs braced under me, and I could sense him spasm within my mouth.

He was near. Really near.

"Fuck, you're so fucking wild," he snarled through gritted teeth.

And before I could even process it, he had rolled me onto my back. I released a little gasp as he loomed over me, his eyes burning with desire.

I smiled up at him and spread my legs wide, totally shameless. "Do it. Fuck me now."

Without saying a word, he stood between my thighs and buried himself inside me with one hard thrust. I gasped loudly at the feel of it. It was so intense, so overwhelming, so perfect.

He began to move, driving harder and deeper. I enclosed my arms around his waist, then moved and wrapped both legs over his shoulders, yanking him in deeper.

"Yes…harder, faster!" I screamed, my nails biting into his back.

He was gasping, gritting his teeth as he moved. "Damn, you're so fucking tight," he grunted again, as if he couldn't believe what I'd just unleashed on him.

I grinned through the fog of pleasure. I wanted him to see this side of me, the one that didn't hold back.

We moved together in perfect synch, lost in one another's bodies. We experimented with positions. He even asked me if I was a virgin, but I was so lost in the heat that I didn't have any idea how I replied to him.

All that existed at that moment was the sensation of how we made each other feel.

"I'm coming," I breathed softly. "Ah, fuck…I'm coming…"

And then it struck me. The release poured over me in a wave, and I wracked my back as the orgasm coursed through my body. A few moments later, he did the same, grunting deeply as he fell on me, his body was warm and heavy.

We lay there, panting hard, our bodies twisted and sticky with sweat.

He sat up after a minute or so.

"I'm just gonna take a shower," he said, standing and going into the bathroom.

I slept for a moment, smiling to myself.

This night… this was what I had wanted.

I didn't even know his name.

And honestly, I didn't care to.

I just wanted my first time to be mine. My choice. My decision.

I glanced in the direction of the door.

I didn't want to be attached to him, or anyone.

And so, without a second thought, I stood up… and I left.