his regrets

chapter- 21

Sarah's pov,

"It's just the beginning, sweetheart," he said, his lips curving, forming a sinister smirk. He didn't even give me time to think; he picked me up, threw me on the bed, and towered over me. His eyes glinted with dominance, as if relishing in the power he held over me. I felt a surge of fear and anticipation, knowing that this was only the start of something much darker and more intense.

My heart raced; I felt like it was going to explode at any time.

He's going to take my virginity.

My mind raced with a mix of emotions—fear, curiosity, and a strange sense of surrender.

He was staring at me with those icy, piercing eyes. I could see the hunger in his gaze, as if he was savouring the control he had over me. The intensity of the moment made it clear that there was no turning back now. He grabbed my jaw tightly and kissed me. His tongue explored my mouth with a force that left me breathless. The taste of his lips, both foreign and familiar, ignited a fire within me that I had never experienced before. As our bodies pressed against each other, he was literally lying on me—his whole body weight. He is heavy.

Slowly, his hand cupped my breast. His mouth was biting and sucking my next. Each bite made me flinch. His duality is literally questionable. He will be biting me rough, but then give me wet kisses? I can't even predict his moves anymore. He started showering me with kisses on my cheeks, neck, and breast. He fondled my breast and sucked it with his mouth. Then his mouth went down and down to my stomach. Well, honestly, I didn't have a flat stomach at all; it was all cellulite and fat. As his mouth travelled further down, I couldn't help but feel self-conscious about my body. His actions made me question my own worth and desirability.

He squished my hips dips, hard as his tongue lined up on my clit. I tried to push away his head, but it was of no use; he didn't even flinch.

His hands started unbuttoning his shirt. I swear to God, this man is so beautiful. As his shirt fell to the floor, revealing his chiselled chest, my insecurities intensified. I couldn't help but compare myself to his seemingly perfect physique, wondering if I could ever measure up.

My eyes lingered from his torso to his pants—the bulge. He unzipped his pants, and I finally saw. It wasn't a dick; it was a freaking snake. No way that's gonna fit in me.

He put my legs on his shoulders, and he kissed my feet. My heart raced as he continued to explore my body with his lips, his touch giving me chills.

"Relax," he said in a raspy voice.

As he pushed into me, I felt a pinch of pain. It was too painful. I cried in pain as I tried to shift upward. But he grabbed my hips and made me stay. I was whimpering in fear. It was goddamn painful.

"I didn't even put my tip in, sweetheart," he said with a small chuckle. He leaned down there and spat on it. My vagina pulsed. He slowly pushed me in, and I screamed. It was too painful.

"No, no more; it's painful," I said as tears streamed down my face. He leaned closer to my face and kissed the tear that rolled down my cheek.

"shh I know.. But believe me, you're going to enjoy it."He said that and kissed me, as I was deeply moved by the fact that he played his game. He thrust me deeply, and I screamed in pain. He put his hand on my mouth and started sucking on my neck as he started thrusting faster. I tried to push him away, but he pinned my hands above me. He kept thrusting, and I started feeling it. It was strange; I felt pain and pleasure at the same time. My mind was filled with confusion and conflicting emotions. I couldn't comprehend how something so painful could also bring a strange sense of pleasure. As the intensity grew, I found myself torn between wanting it to stop and not wanting it to end.