MARRIED TO THE FREAKING DEVIL

Her First Time

"Don't… please don't do this," she pleaded, her hands pressing weakly against his chest as she tried to push him away.

It was useless.

He didn’t budge an inch.

No matter how broken her life had become, no matter how much had already been taken from her, her virginity was the one thing she had guarded fiercely.

The only thing she could still claim as hers.

And he was about to take it.

A broken sound escaped her throat as tears spilled down her cheeks, one after another, soaking into the pillow beneath her.

She struggled harder, panic making her movements frantic.

"I told you not to cry."

Xavier’s voice turned low and firm, the earlier warmth shifting into something deeper, more intense.

"Why shouldn’t I?" she choked out, her voice trembling. "I don’t even know you… and this is against my will."

His jaw tightened, eyes darkening as he studied her tear-streaked face with a sudden, unexpected softness.

"I'm not planning to hurt you," he said slowly, almost gently. "But if you keep fighting me like this… it will only make it harder for you. Let me make it good for you. Trust me for a moment."

The quiet certainty in his tone made her heart race for a different reason.

There was no anger.

No cold indifference.

Just a fierce, focused desire mixed with something that almost felt like care.

Aurora’s breath hitched as fear still crawled down her spine, yet a confusing warmth began to bloom beneath it. Her mind raced, searching for a way out, any way out.

There wasn’t one.

The room felt smaller.

The air heavier, charged with something electric.

Her options twisted in her mind.

Resist and suffer… or surrender and hope for the tenderness he promised.

Her fingers curled weakly into the sheets as she stared up at him, her vision blurring with tears that no longer felt entirely like fear.

She had never imagined her first time would be like this.

Not with this storm of intensity.

Not with a man whose eyes held both hunger and an unexpected protectiveness.

A long, heavy silence stretched between them, his gaze never leaving hers, dark, unblinking, patient, like a man waiting for her to choose him even in this moment.

Finally, her resistance crumbled.

Her body went still beneath him, the fight draining out of her as exhaustion and a trembling curiosity took its place.

"Fine…" she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible.

Her hands trembled as they loosened their grip on his shirt.

"But… be gentle."

For a split second, something warm and fierce flickered in his eyes.

Then his lips curved into a slow, satisfied, almost tender smile.

"Good girl."

He slipped the robe from her shoulders, letting it fall away with careful hands.

Her bare body was revealed under the soft light.

For a moment, he simply stared, and the intensity of his gaze made her skin prickle with heat.

She was even more beautiful than he had imagined, soft curves, pale skin flushed with nervous heat, breasts rising and falling with every shaky breath she took. His gaze lingered there, dark and hungry, yet almost reverent, as if memorizing every inch with quiet wonder.

Aurora’s cheeks burned under the intensity of his stare. She wrapped her arms around herself instinctively, but it did nothing to shield her from the raw desire mixed with unexpected sweetness in his eyes.

He was looking at her like a man who had already decided she was his, and that she was precious.

Slowly, his gaze lifted back to her face, a dangerous yet soft smirk tugging at his lips.

"Beautiful," he murmured. "And far too tempting."

Her eyes darted away immediately, embarrassment flooding through her. She couldn’t bear the way he was looking at her, like something cherished and desired all at once.

The next second, his mouth claimed hers.

The kiss was fierce, demanding, almost overwhelming. His hand slid behind her head, holding her in place as his lips moved hungrily over hers, stealing her breath while somehow pouring heat into her.

Aurora gasped softly, shock melting into something warm and dizzying. Against her better judgment, her resistance faltered. Her lips parted, and he took full advantage, deepening the kiss, his tongue sweeping into her mouth with possessive confidence that somehow still felt careful.

Her fingers curled into the sheets as she found herself responding, kissing him back without meaning to, the sweetness of it catching her off guard.

The world narrowed to heat, breath, and the overwhelming presence of him.

They kissed until air became scarce, until her lungs burned and her head spun with a mix of fear and unwanted longing.

Xavier broke away first, breathing hard, his eyes darker than before, yet softer at the edges.

Without a word, he reached toward the bedside drawer and pulled it open, retrieving a small bottle. Aurora watched nervously, her pulse hammering as realization crept in.

He stood, loosening the towel at his waist and letting it fall aside.

Her eyes widened slightly, her breath catching at the sight of him, at how imposing he was, how real this suddenly felt.

He applied the lubricant with calm efficiency, then returned to the bed, his movements deliberate and unhurried.

Aurora’s stomach twisted as he gently but firmly parted her thighs, lifting her legs with surprising care.

She could feel her heart pounding everywhere, her chest, her throat, even her fingertips.

His gaze flicked to her face, noticing the fear, the tension.

This time, he softened.

"Look at me," he murmured. "Breathe. I’ve got you."

Aurora squeezed her eyes shut for a moment as she felt him press against her, the unfamiliar sensation sending a wave of panic through her body.

Instead of thrusting hard, he pushed forward slowly, steadily, giving her time to adjust even as the intensity of it stole her breath.

A sharp cry tore from her throat as pain bloomed through her, her hands clutching the sheets so tightly her knuckles turned white.

He stilled completely, holding himself deep inside her, breathing hard against her temple.

"Easy," he whispered, voice strained. "I’ve got you. Just breathe with me."

Her body trembled violently beneath him, legs weak, breath breaking into helpless gasps.

"Please… gentle…" she cried, a tear slipping from the corner of her eye into her hair.

Xavier remained still, studying her face with an intensity that bordered on reverence.

Something in her expression made him pause, the raw pain, the vulnerability, the undeniable truth.

"You’re a virgin?" he asked quietly, disbelief and something deeper threading through his voice.

She opened her eyes slowly and gave a small, shaky nod.

His expression darkened with emotion, something unreadable and fierce flashing through his gaze.

"Don’t close your eyes again," he said softly. "I want to see you. All of you."

This time, when he moved, it was slower, still intense, still controlled, but no longer brutal. Each careful thrust was deep and deliberate, filled with a surprising tenderness that made her chest ache.

Aurora’s body trembled as the sharp pain gradually dulled, replaced by unfamiliar warmth, a strange, confusing mix of discomfort and sensation she didn’t know how to process.

A soft sound escaped her lips before she could stop it.

"Oh… God…"

Xavier’s jaw tightened, his eyes locked on hers with fierce focus.

"Faster…" she whispered breathlessly, her fingers clutching at his shoulders. "Please…"

"Please… Mr. Williams…" she moaned.

"It’s Xavier," he corrected, his tone low and almost tender.

"Xavier… please…"

Something in the way she said his name sent a visible shudder through him.

"Louder," he breathed. "Say it again."

"Xavier, please—"

He increased his pace, the rhythm turning powerful yet still careful, the bed shifting beneath them as her broken cries and breathless sounds filled the room, pushing him further while he watched her face for every flicker of pleasure mixed with pain.

Her nails dug into his back as her body arched involuntarily.

"Xavy… more…"

His control snapped further, yet he never fully lost the sweetness in the way he held her, one hand cradling her hip, the other brushing damp hair from her face.

Then suddenly—

"Wait!" she cried out sharply.

He stopped instantly, breathing hard, eyes searching hers.

"My… m…" she whispered weakly.

Understanding flickered across his face. He pulled back slightly, noticing the evidence on the sheets, on his skin.

A dark smear of blood and release marked him, soaking into the sheets like a quiet signature of what had just happened.

The evidence of her innocence lost clung to him.

For a moment, silence fell between them, heavy and strangely intimate.

Then he leaned forward again, finishing himself against her with a low, almost reverent groan before pulling away completely, yet lingering close for a few heartbeats longer than necessary.

He stood, running a hand through his hair, but this time his gaze stayed on her a moment longer, softer than before.

"You can stay a while if you need to," he said quietly, heading toward the bathroom. "There’s water on the table."

Aurora stared at his retreating figure in stunned disbelief, her body trembling, limbs heavy, too weak to even sit up, yet something warm and confusing lingered in her chest.

He walked into the bathroom without another word, clicking the door shut behind him, the sound echoing through the room.

Aurora winced as she forced herself upright, every movement sending a dull ache through her body. Her legs trembled beneath her weight, threatening to give out at any second.

She grabbed the robe with shaky hands and wrapped it tightly around herself, as if the thin fabric could somehow hold the pieces of her together.

For a moment, she just stood there, unsteady, hollow, breathing unevenly, yet strangely aware of the lingering heat of his touch.

Her gaze drifted to the bed.

The sheets were a mess, wrinkled, stained.

Proof.

Her chest tightened painfully, but not only with loss.

This wasn’t how she had imagined her first time.

Not this intense.

Not this strangely sweet beneath the force of it.

Not like something taken and yet somehow given back in pieces.

Her throat burned as tears gathered again, blurring her vision, but she blinked them back stubbornly. Crying wouldn’t change anything. It wouldn’t undo what had already been done.

A shaky breath escaped her lips, almost a sob, yet laced with something quieter and more complicated.

With a quiet, broken sigh, she turned away from the bed, unable to look at it any longer. Each step toward the door was slow, uneven, a slight limp betraying the pain she couldn’t hide.

The room felt heavy now.

Like a place that had changed her forever.

Without looking back, Aurora opened the door and stepped out, her grip tightening around the robe as if it were the only thing keeping her from falling apart, while the memory of his low voice saying her name still burned softly under her skin.