UNWANTED DEVOTION

THE FIRST TOUCH OF LOVE...

( 18 + )

"I love you too, Helen," Ryan whispered, looking down as he placed a soft kiss on her hair.

Minutes passed as they stayed in each other's arms. The silence between them was peaceful yet filled with tension. Helen kept looking at Ryan's eyes, then his lips, over and over, while his dark gaze stayed locked on her, full of desire, ready to take her entirely.

Helen shifted slightly, and her movement caused Ryan's hardness to brush against her tight jeans. A low groan escaped his lips. In one quick motion, he grabbed her hair, pulling her up, and captured her lips in a desperate kiss. Helen responded instantly, matching his hunger with her own.

The kiss grew more heated as Helen started grinding herself against him. Sitting on his lap, she moved with growing need, her body trembling as Ryan groaned deeply. His large hands gripped her hips firmly, giving them a sharp smack before squeezing them tightly.

"Fuck..." Helen moaned softly.

"You're so fucking hot," Ryan groaned, pulling her mouth closer, devouring her lips with urgency.

Helen's hands roamed over his chest, unbuttoning his shirt one by one. When she reached the top, she broke the kiss, pushing him back slightly. Ryan allowed her to, watching her intently as her hands slid to the hem of her top.

"Ryan..." Helen whispered, her voice trembling. Her eyes grew wet as she slowly lifted her top, pulling it off completely. Her maroon lace bra clung to her, leaving little to imagination.

Ryan's jaw clenched as his gaze darkened, taking in her exposed figure. A wave of possessiveness surged through him as he sat up, pulling Helen closer. His face hovered inches from hers, his breath warm on her skin.

"Has anyone ever seen you like this?" he asked coldly, his eyes piercing into hers, demanding the only answer he would accept.

"Nobody," Helen whispered, holding his dark gaze.

Ryan's expression hardened at her words. His hand trailed to her bra, tracing a slow pattern along the lace. Helen shivered at his touch as his fingers slipped beneath the fabric, brushing her sensitive skin. Finally, his entire hand cupped her breast, squeezing it firmly.

"Has anyone ever touched you like this?" he asked again.

Helen moaned loudly, her voice trembling as she responded.
"No..."

With a sudden burst of strength, Ryan pushed her onto the bed, pinning her beneath him. He kissed her with raw hunger, claiming her mouth as if it belonged to him alone.

"You're mine. Only mine. No one else has the right to touch you," Ryan growled, his hand grabbing the soft flesh of her stomach. His fingers pressed into her navel, pulling at her skin possessively.

Helen whimpered beneath him, her body arching into his touch. Ryan's lips moved down to her neck, placing wet, heated kisses along her skin. He sucked at her flesh, leaving dark marks wherever his mouth landed. Slowly, he made his way to her chest.

"Take it off," Ryan whispered huskily.

Helen reached behind, her trembling fingers undoing the clasp of her bra. As it came loose, Ryan grabbed the fabric with his teeth, pulling it away before tossing it aside. His mouth descended on her exposed skin, his tongue circling her dark nipples.

Ryan sucked hard, switching between her breasts as his other hand kneaded her soft flesh. Helen moaned loudly, gripping his hair as he left marks all over her sensitive skin.

"Ryan..." she whimpered when his hands moved to unbutton her jeans. Sliding them down slightly, he brushed against her matching maroon lace panties. He inhaled deeply, his lips grazing her fabric-covered core.

"Tell me, Helen," Ryan said in a low growl, his head rubbing against her center. "Has anyone ever touched you like this?"

"O-only you..." Helen stammered, her voice trembling as her body arched beneath him.

"Good," Ryan muttered darkly. "Only I can touch you like this. Only I can rub you here..." He pressed three fingers against her clothed heat, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles.

Helen's breathing grew heavier as Ryan slid her panties down, baring her completely. He lowered himself further, placing soft kisses on her thighs with every word.

"Only I can..." Ryan whispered before his fingers slipped inside her wetness.

Helen moaned his name loudly, her body trembling as he started moving his fingers. His pace quickened, each thrust driving her closer to the edge. Gripping his hair tightly, Helen cried out, her voice echoing through the room.

Ryan groaned in response, watching her lose control beneath him. Her body shook as waves of pleasure coursed through her, and he leaned forward, kissing her deeply. Helen welcomed his mouth, tasting herself on his lips.

"I want you, Ryan," Helen whispered softly, her voice filled with longing.

Ryan looked into her eyes, his expression dark yet tender. Placing a soft kiss on her lips, he adjusted himself, positioning at her entrance. Slowly, he pushed inside, and Helen cried out in pain.

Ryan froze, wrapping his strong arms around her, pulling her close. "It's okay, baby. I've got you," he whispered, his deep voice soothing her.

Helen nodded against his chest, her nails digging into his skin as she adjusted to him.

"I love you," Helen whispered softly.

Ryan hummed in response, kissing her forehead as he began to move. His thrusts started slow, but the pace quickly intensified. The tightness around him drove him wild, his control slipping as he claimed her fully.

"Fuck... You feel amazing," Ryan groaned, his voice thick with desire.

Helen moaned in response, her body melting into his as they moved together.

The small alarm clock on the bedside table read 5:50 PM.

Aron paced back and forth, searching for Helen in every possible place she could be. After finding no trace of her, he decided to wait.

Wait for her to come back.

An hour later, Helen lay in Ryan's arms, completely spent. His lips brushed against her shoulder, leaving soft kisses along her skin.

"Ryan..." Helen whispered, turning toward him.

Ryan hummed, brushing a strand of her hair away from her face as his hand rested on her cheek.

"I have to go home," she said softly.

Ryan's hand stilled, his fingers curling around a strand of her hair. Twisting it gently, he spoke in a deep, commanding voice. "Don't go."

Helen closed her eyes briefly, opening them again as she looked at him. Ryan's gaze stayed locked on her, intense and unyielding.

"I have to," Helen whispered, her voice barely audible.

Suddenly, Ryan pulled her closer, their foreheads nearly touching. His dark eyes burned into hers as he spoke sternly. "I said no."

He captured her lips in another heated kiss, biting and sucking until Helen's resistance melted away. Her hands pressed weakly against his chest before she gave in, returning the kiss with equal passion.

"Yes, Mom. I'll stay here tonight," Helen said after finally ending the call looking at ryan.