RAY
He's not unfamiliar with a woman's body.
But he finds himself more meticulous with the one before him. She's twice her age yet her milky complexion glows in an innocent blend of rose and cotton. He wonders how it would feel against his lips… or his skin.
His eyes lower to those snowy mounts protruding proudly like an ice queen crowned with pretty pink blossoms, they look like they'll fit perfectly in his palms, and he watches in awe as those pink buds tighten under his slightest touch. Entranced, he doesn't realise that he's leaning in until her sharp inhale snaps him back to the suite, and he looks up for another check.
Then, he sees it.
The maiden's worry. No, she's worried. That her body is the least attractive and he'll be disappointed. Her posture may exude a queen's confidence, but her mind finds her monstrous. It's written all over her face, and it's baffling.
"You're beautiful," he blurts out.
Her black irises swirl like happy fishes in a pond, but her brows dip like two cynical daggers. "Just get on with it," she snaps.
Slighted, Ray opens his mouth to shut hers but remembers something and clamps up.
Why the fuck am I getting upset? I'm just a fucking escort so she has every right to take that tone with me.
Putting a smug grin back on his face, he obeys her like a slave and leans in with his tongue outstretched, its tip crawling towards one adorable bud—and she sucks in another one sharply.
Just as he wanted.
With a satisfied smile, he licks that tantalising pinkness and receives a gasp—her first one since they started.
Her fingers grip his hair to yank him closer so he draws the entire peak into his mouth. Another high-pitched gasp spills from her throat and then another as he savours the sweet, warm flesh. Then, she's silent.
But as he swirls the hard dew around and kisses it repeatedly, her body stiffens and her breathing hastens, betraying her enjoyment. Once her sighs ascend to a new pitch, he switches to the other one and ejects a squeal of delight from her throat.
She starts pushing the back of his head, and Ray finds himself drawing more of her smooth into his mouth.
He teases harder and kisses even harder until he thinks she's had enough and releases with a loud pop, only to grab the back of her head and push her face to his. Her lips come to a screeching halt just an inch before his, and he waits for her final permission.
"There's no turning back," he warns in a low growl, his voice thick with need.
She scrutinises his face, then closes her eyes and swoops down.
The second those luscious cushions graze his lips, a sizzle runs up his spine, and his arms spring alive. They wrap around her back, drawing her in so their torsos are moulded, skin to skin, curve to curve, and he kisses her back, sucking and nibbling.
His desires surge exponentially, and his needs expand.
He pulls back for the right amount of time to prompt "Open your mouth" then dives back into possession, this time taking over her mouth with his tongue.
Ray is never the possessive kind. But with her, he's proprietorial.
And greedy.
As soon as he lays her down on the bed, he proceeds to convince her mind exactly how beautiful she is. He notes her slim figure and wonders if she's been taking care of herself. Then, assuming the opposite, he demonstrates how she deserves to be treated.
Her moans turn needy, and her body starts begging for something else, so Ray ends his tour with a kiss just below her belly button and lifts his face to check on her once more.
She's ravishing, steaming and panting, her eyes sparkling and gazing.
Gently, he clears the damp strands from her face and kisses her once more before telling her what he's about to do to her.
"Why do you keep asking?" Her fingers are tracing the side of his face.
And then, it slams back into him: the task of finding out why she needs sex lessons from an escort.
Suppressing his jealous anger, the Alpha replies, "I'm just worried. I don't want any trouble from your husband."
She chuckles, a bright sweet chime in the air, and swallows to catch her breath. "I'm not married." She brushes some fallen strands back from his face.
Ray snatches her hand by the wrist and pins it above her head, and anticipation fills her eyes, quickening her breaths when he snarls, "Boyfriend then."
Her free hand reaches out to touch him but he pins that one too on the same spot, and she frowns slightly and pants, "None."
Finally satisfied but not quite there yet, he rubs his body against hers, injecting more sweet sounds into the warm cocoon around them, and asks his last question, "Then why are you doing this?"
When she doesn't reply, he stops moving.
And she whimpers in frustration.
He locks eyes with her and repeats his question, expecting her to surrender her reason, but she shoots him a threatening glare.
"If you don't want to do this, get off me," she barks, "I'll find someone else who will!"
The thunderstorm breaks out. In swift slick motion, he spreads her thighs and digs his face into her glistening core and starts devouring.
She hisses something, then cries it out. "St–stop!" Her body squirms nervously to get free. "Stop, please—it's—it's weird!"
Ray kisses a trembling petal before lifting his head to look at her; and as soon as he does, his anger vanishes. He remembers that he's experienced and she's not. After a mental clobber, he reboots and explains softly, "It helps with the pain later."
Her breathlessness tells him he's right, but she insists. "Is this the only way?"
"This is the best way." He kisses the side of her knee to appease her and adds in a low, promising whisper, "I'll make you feel really good. Trust me." He caresses her face and waits.
When she relaxes against the sheets, her eyes closed, he resumes his worshipping.
God, he loves the sounds she makes as she thrashes about above him. Holding her knees to keep her yawning, he lavishes her with lots of love until she comes in a giant convulsing scream.
Ray holds her as she shatters through her first experience of pure ecstasy, then comforts her as she self-regulates, clearing her damp cheeks of sticky strands of hair.
Suddenly, she kisses him.
And they are both taken aback, staring at each other in bewilderment, until he sets his lips on hers and kisses her back. Kate or not, he's completely lost.
She pulls him closer, wanting him, and delightfully, he does the same until they are both urgent with a need for something better, stronger.
He's between her again, in the perfect spot, and, slowly, as he watches her, he pushes through her swollen, wet lips.
Instantly, fear settles in her.
And Ray immediately tries to distract her with a drunken kiss so he can sink in further. When it starts to fail, he guides her to put her arms around him, whispering praises of her along the way, and then advises her to take it out on him if it hurts.
He breaks through—plunging to the deepest—and she sinks her teeth fiercely into his muscles. It's hard to focus with her sobs, and he doesn't want to hurt her further, so he stays still for her to adjust to his size.
After a torturous stretch of time, he starts moving.
Her body is still tensed up at first. Then, her first utterance of pleasure boosts his confidence, and he picks up speed, making sure to caress her properly. Soon, she's moving with him.
"Faster," she gasps in delight, her nails clawing him to get closer.
Ray takes the cue and puts all his weight onto her, letting gravity do the work, so she's able to take in all of him as he hastens his moves.
They soar together, towards that high spot, and then he realises that he's not used any protection. He always uses protection! How the hell did he forget it this time?
Quickly, his forehead pins hers to grab her attention, and he pants, "Are you…on pills?"
She can't hear him, she can't speak; she's filled to the brim.
So Ray makes the decision.
*****
"What are you doing?" She props on her elbows to check on him.
Ray finishes cleaning that last spot on the inside of her right thigh and shows her the Kleenex. "For your protection," he simplate states and leaves the bed for the bin.
When he returns, ready to have that much-needed chat with her, she's already sound asleep.
From the looks of it, it seems like she hasn't slept for days.
Ray wonders what's keeping her awake at night, and then a million other questions swarm in. He still doesn't know why she hired an escort to take her virginity; what she's doing right now; is she working in Ares Corp.
Most importantly, is she really Kate?
The fragrance of the freshest snow on roasted wood is everywhere, soaking every cell of him, and his face drops in defeat, a chuckle of perplexity slips through.
Whatever questions he has, however urgent they are, it'll all have to wait till she's awake.
At that, he pulls the duvet over her and heads for the shower.
If she doesn't answer his questions, he'll—.
He pauses to rummage his mind and finds nothing.
"Fuck," he curses under his breath.
There's nothing he can do about it