Chapter 1: The Christmas Virgin

Eva Snow’s P.O.V.

Oh Brother!

What in the hell do I think I know that am doing right now?

His weight against me was some kind of kryptonite, his body strong and powerful that it scares me in a good way and the bad. The urge to tell him I've never done this before creeps in me... But the thought of him pulling back if he finds out am clueless makes it even more difficult for me to say a word.

He slips his fingers under my dress, pushing it up against my legs, running over the silky softness of my thighs. I  whimper, deep in my throat and an unbearable pleasure that has been buried within me seems to make its way to the top, making it quiet and almost impossible for me to breathe.

This is madness..."A voice in my head screams

But it's the best kind of madness!

His fingers found the lace of my thong and he cups my buttocks possessively, pressing me closer to his hard rock, as I felt the strength of his arousal and a low, groaning noise broke from my chest.

“Yes,”I mange to croak out, not even sure what I was saying ‘yes’ to, knowing only that I needed him in a way that was important and essential.

“Yes,”I moan out again, lifting my hands to tangle them in his thick dark hair.

He pulls me up, his eyes locking to mine, and then he kissed me, his mouth working like an expert as it moved over mine, seducing my senses, driving me to the point of oblivion.

The thrills of pleasure and radioactive desire seems to rush through my veins, making me forget about being lonely even for a second because now my body and mind craves for nothing but this hot piece of alpha male right here with me. He lifted my dress higher, his fingers running over my side, I pulled my hands out of his hair purely so I could lift them up above my head. He pushed the dress up, tossing it across the room, and my eyes followed it, taking in more details of this place he has brought me to.

Never in my life have I done something so spontaneous as this. I would blame alcohol and champagne, and the wearing down of my soul for this...

Just this one!

Suddenly he drops his head, swooping down to collect one of my breasts in his mouth, taking it deep, sucking it in between his teeth and rolling my nipple with his tongue until fireworks danced behind the lids of my eyes, burning me with brightness, making me ache with pleasure.

His hands testing the weight of my other breast, his fingertips delighting in the feel of my nipples, my body arcing forward as I moaned out in pleasure.

He lifts his mouth, claiming my lips, and then his strong hands finds my waist and lifted all of me, carrying me with my legs wrapped around his waist, towards the bed.

He tasted of scotch and everything that's manly. He’d arrived at the wedding reception late too just like me. I have never met him before and he had been drinking scotch until mariana introduced him to me. Few minutes after I left the hall in search of a quiet place in which to hide out the rest of the reception, and he’d snaked a hand out, curling it around her wrist.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, I was a bit confused at first but then wondered if he was a little drunk. Only he wasn’t he didn’t seem under the influence.

He kissed me as he lay me down on the bed and pushed off his shirt. I traced his naked chest, finding the ridges of his muscular abdomen, reveling in the unfamiliarity of this.

I've been a good girl all her life...

I was never one to act too rashly...

But no more

Not tonight

No any longer.

“I want you to make love to me,”I the slowly whisper as I muster up the courage to choke  out those words before having second thoughts.

“Love has nothing to do with it Cara.” He softened the pronouncement by pushing up to offer a smile, a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

And his words were reassuring, because he was right. Sex and love were two distinct prospects.

I guess having sex in real life is different from my actual fantasies.

“Sex. I want to have sex with you.”I murmur. And he smirked as I watched him, he stripped out of his pants, his eyes hungrily roaming my body, studying me, desiring me and at that moment I felt more beautiful than I'd ever felt before.

“What did you say your name was again?”I asked, as he reached for his briefs and pushed them down. His arousal looking enormous and spectacular, suddenly I felt my throat grow scratchy and my insides quiver. My body growing reluctant and shy that I couldn’t look at it.

“Does it matter?” He replied his words were deep and throaty.

I swallowed nervously as I thought if a quick comeback to give to him. I mean losing my virginity to a stranger isn't that bad right?

Or is it as bad as it sounds?

I mean it's only proper that I ought to at least know the name of the man who was going to be her first lover.

“Yes,”I whisper huskily...

“Yes it does matter”I say ...

His smile was slow to spread over his face, and then he was kissing my breasts, and I couldn't help the moan that managed to slip out my throat and he said“I am Vitalo.

It sounded like Italian and Greek, sexy just like I had imagined. His mouth moved lower, to my soft, feminine core and I cried out as his tongue runs over my seam and his hands spreads my thighs, holding them wide so he could flick my most sensitive cluster of nerves with the tip of his tongue, making me arch my back and scratch my nails into the soft white duvet cover as I scream out in pleasure.

Pleasure, unexpected and intense, burst over me, splitting me in two. I call out his name, loudly, spilling it from my lips over and over again until my voice becomes nothing but silent whispers...

He didn’t pull away. His mouth tormented me, the stubble of his chin between my thighs, rubbing my sensitive flesh until I was so overwhelmed with sensation I could no longer speak.

I lay with my eyes shut, my body pink and my breath bursting from me. There was a noise, a crinkling of something, and he suddenly slams into me hard and fast and I jolted up as my eyes open. I could feel pain surging inside of me.

He’s right above me, his eyes looking at me with shock, first, then accusation, then anger. “What the hell?” he demanded, his breath ragged, his body held still.

“I… I meant to tell you,”I lied as I closed my face with my palm in shame.

The Pain receded quickly, now that his initial invasion is finally complete, the pleasure returns. No, more than pleasure. Having him inside me was doing something strange to me. Tentatively, gently, I lifted my hips up, moaning as my body grows more and more accustomed to the feeling of his strong hardness buried in my soft core.

“Don’t stop,”I plead out earnestly in pleasure my fingernails digging into his skin.

“Please don’t.”I croak out...

He swore under his breath and then moved, but gently now, the animalistic passion that had driven him deep inside of me on that first powerful thrust seems to be reigned under control. He moves slowly but swiftly as though he were conducting an orchestra, building it to a gentle crescendo, building it to a thundering wave rather than a bolt of lightning. But it didn’t matter what he intended, the pleasure vibrating intensely through me, made me groan out as I clashed into my second orgasm which almost splintered me apart.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and called out his name, and then his mouth was back on my breast again, his hands roaming possessively on my body.

He stayed above me, his breathing rushed with the effort of holding his own release at bay. “And what is your name, my sweet little virgin?” He murmurs, his hand lifting to my hair as he brushed it slowly...

I licked my lips nervously and didn’t speak at first, I was trying to process this, what I'd just done. Evangeline Snow is never one to do one night stands!

I only about this in stories and novels...”Panicked thoughts threatening to intrude my head as I lay unmoving on the bed.

The gravity of the slight slip up seems to hit.

“Eva,” she said, belatedly.

“Eva as in Evangeline.”He whispers sweetly as his eyes roamed my face and then he thrust into me, I gasp out in shock.

Pleasure burst anew, my over-sensitised body trembling beneath him. “Well, Eva,”He purrs out as he tasted my name on his lips like sweet expensive wine...

Rolling it around his mouth until I almost felt it on my skin, then he thrust, hard this time, his body marching to a different rhythm, filling me with a new type of lust and need, filling me with an intensity of feelings that almost tore me apart.

This time, when Ireached a fever pitch of need, approaching the edge of sanity and sense, he drove me over the edge and tumbled with me, releasing himself with a  guttural cry, his body wracked with pleasure.

The sound of our tortured breathing fills the room, harsh and heavy, and then he rolls off me, lying on his back beside me, staring at the ceiling, his expression impossible to decipher, his cheeks slashed with dark colour. I stare at him, reality begins to force its way into my short lived pleasure.

“How old are you?” The question was quiet, so quiet I almost didn’t hear it...

I swallowed, blinking slowly. “Twenty five.

His head jerked to mine with a look of shock and surprise. He swore again, his eyes roaming my face, disbelief in every feature.

“What are you, some kind of nun?”He asks incredulously.

“That by the way is rude and no it's not by choice.”I reply as I try to hide the embarrassed look on my face as it grew bright red..

“I don’t understand,” he says..

Okay.. now it's come to the icky part where I'll have to run off, there's nothing like breakfast in bed after or one night stand. That's the essence of having one in the first place”I thought as I cleared my throat, turning to stare at him as I gave him a swift reply

“t’s hard to explain but it’s definitely not your business. It's just sex.”I murmur confidently..

“Damn it,” the explosion was soft. “Don’t you think I had a right to know?

I shook my head, biting down on my lips. “It’s no big deal.”I said

“On the contrary, Evangeline. This is a very big deal. Did it occur to you I might not want to be the man charged with taking your innocence?” He pulls up, standing and staring down at me, unconcerned for his nakedness.

“I’m not looking for a relationship neither are you. Or are you? If you thought ‘making love’ I mean having sex with me might lead to more, then you’re sadly mistaken.”He replies tactfully

“Wow,”I whisper, I could feel a hurtful pang in my chest at those words but I tried to mask it all letting his words digest and snap me back to reality.

“You’ve got a huge ego  and that’s incredibly arrogant. I’m not interested in a relationship either. That,” I waved my hand over the bed, “This. It’s all I want from you.”I say smirking

“Why?” He pinpoints as he glanced at me suspiciously with his laser-like stare.

“Why tonight? Why me?”He continues to ask with a predatory look on his face ready to pounce on me.

“Yiu know for a guy, you do talk too much”I murmur as I hurried out of the bed searching for my discarded clothes.

“You didn't answer my question besides where do you think you're going, you can barely stand straight.” He says laughing out as he stands from the bed in all his naked glory. He thrust his hands onto his hips, glaring at me with a belligerent impatience I find quite annoying.  But him standing naked infront of me seems to make my body react in ways I knew not, considering the path our conversation is going I certainly shouldn’t have found him standing sexy and distracting at all...

His bare chest definitely warrants my attention my eyes sliding south, tracking across the ridges of his abdomen, perfectly defined, toned pectoral muscles. Running down one side of his chest, under his arm, were words and tattoos written in a foreign language. My eyes traced the swirling ink and my gut seized tight.

“You had no right,” he says again, shaking his head, and the vehemence of his declaration had me looking at him through narrow eyes.

“What do you care anyway?”I muttered confused at how just one person could change my whole personality.

“You wanted to have sex with me just as badly as I did with you.” My lips tug downward for a moment. “And before we blame it on alcohol I’m not drunk. I’ve had three glasses of champagne all night. I knew what I was doing.”I say hating myself that I had to bare my soul out to a total stranger.

“Oh Cara?”He whispers huskily.

“No more questions, we're two consenting adults here. We both wanted it so it's mutual”I murmur.

“Yes. But why? What made you, a twenty five year old virgin, decide to screw some man she’d never met and will never see again?”He groans out ...

“Don’t you think it’s about time?”I finally call out.

“Huh, finally we're getting somewhere. So technically you just wanted to use me to get laid then.”He smiles intrigued then he makes a guttural noise and shook his head, watching me slowly, studying me in a way that makes my spine tingle. He walks slowly towards me as he wraps his hands around my hair pulling me down on my knees as I stare face to face with his erection.

“Naughty girls get punished Cara and you've been a bad bad girl. Daddy is going to make sure you never ever crosses him again”He grunts out his whole demeanor taking a while new turn.

“Now be a good girl and milk this cock until it's dry”He orders as he shoves my head pushing his long hard cock into my mouth thrusting in and out..

“If you want a good fuck then it's going to be one you'll never forget!

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