Chapter I: The First Betrayal - 2

Without further ado, she kissed me. When I felt her lips, my whole body caught fire, and for a second, I almost lost control. I barely managed to pull my lips away from hers.

"This isn't what you want. It's the drugs that have you like this. I'm going to leave you under the cold water for a while so your body temperature goes down and you can control yourself better." I leaned her against the shower wall and held her to prevent her from falling. Suddenly, I noticed that she was hugging me and rubbing herself against my body as if seeking comfort.

"Please, I can't... I can't take it anymore! Please!" she moaned, begging me. My body ignited instantly. Her curvy body, large firm breasts, and the curve of her buttocks drove me crazy. I let out a loud growl and looked her in the eyes.

"I hope you're ready for what you're asking me to do. But first, to prevent you from regretting it later and accusing me, I need you to take responsibility for what you're asking. That's why I'm going to record this, so you can't accuse me of rape." Without further ado, I took my iPhone out of my pocket.

I was glad it was waterproof because we were both standing under a cascade of cold water. I turned it on, positioned it to record both of us, and started recording.

"Sweetheart, we're recording ourselves right now. I want you to tell me what you want. I'm trying to control myself, but I want you to tell me what you want. You will be responsible for what happens between us."

"Please, please, it hurts. I want. I want..." She held on to me and started kissing my neck. I turned off my phone and gave in to her kisses. I let myself go, kissing her back and taking possession of her lips while undressing her. We practically tore each other's clothes off.

A split second before I lifted her up to carry her to the bed, I left my phone on the sink.

I laid her down on the bed and positioned myself on top of her. She couldn't stop moaning and writhing, driving me crazy. Neither of us needed to know the other's name, or even speak; our bodies were already communicating with each other. That was when I lost control for the first time.

Yvaine.

I felt like my body wasn't obeying me. All I wanted was for him to touch me and kiss me. Honestly, even my mind participated in my surrender. When he tried to pull away, I grabbed him so he wouldn't leave.

The heat building up in my lower body could only be satisfied by him. When he touched me, I felt liberated and wanted more. His mouth caressed and kissed my breasts, and I screamed with genuine pleasure and madness.

At one point, I felt his fingers inside me. My unfamiliarity with this sensation made me pull away at first. However, either the drugs, the heat, the pleasure he awakened in me, or a mixture of everything he provoked in me overcame my fears. I was finally able to experience the pleasure of my first orgasm. It made me want more, so I begged him again for something I didn't yet know but knew I needed.

I heard him tell me that he had to protect us, but my body wouldn't let him escape. I intensified my grip and caresses and stroked his sex as if begging for something.

Suddenly, he growled like an animal, and I felt him position himself between my legs. I felt something pressing against me, and suddenly, he entered me with a quick thrust. I felt as if I were being torn in half, and a sharp pain shot through me. I couldn't help but scream when he broke through the barrier of my virginity. I felt him stop, as if paralyzed and bewildered.

"You're a virgin!" he exclaimed. He tried to pull out, but my body, already adapting to his size and decreasing the pain while increasing pleasure, wouldn't let him. I wrapped my legs around his hips and held him tight, preventing him from pulling out.

"What's wrong with me that I don't want this man to leave? Are the drugs so strong that I've become a slut?" I thought. But I couldn't answer these questions because the words he whispered in my ear plunged me into pure desire and drove me crazy.

"It's okay, beautiful. I'll satisfy you. I'll make you forget the pain so you only feel pleasure. Remember, though, that you've just signed a contract with me. From tonight on, you'll be my woman forever. You're mine, and no other man will be able to touch or possess you. I'll leave my mark on your skin, and you won't be able to have any other man but me. Do you understand?" “Answer me, or I won't move,” he demanded in my ear.

"Yes, yes, please! I'll be yours, but I want more. I want more!" My body and troubled mind took control.

"I hope you know what you've done because now I'm going to make you mine. I always keep my promises. Don't forget that." Without further ado, he devoted himself to taking me to paradise all night long.

My body didn't belong to me; it belonged to him. The pleasure, the bursts of madness, and the feeling of floating continued all night long. He made me feel more connected to him than to anyone else.

I learned to scream, moan, beg, and melt in the arms of a stranger who possessed me in a way that left me marked for life, though I didn't know it at the time.

The worst part was that throughout the night, it was no longer the drugs that made me beg him to take me again and again. It was the woman this stranger awakened inside me who would soon transform me into a new Yvaine Stewart.