Blood Legacy (Rewritten)

29. My soulmate

He wasted but a single second longer before giving in and covering her small and pouty lips with his into a passionate and consuming kiss, tasting the sweetness of her mouth as he so craved to.
His heart pumped into his chest as if begging for release after that sexy display of her need for him, feeling his dick strain against his pants and throb with lust almost painfully as he couldn't help but greedily shove his hand under her tiny skirt and grab her ass-cheek, earning himself a muffled squeal.

Fuck he wanted her. He wanted her so badly.

He could even picture everything she'd just said that she wanted him to do to her.

He could picture the way he would pull his throbbing dick out and take her in his arms before shoving himself right inside her tight and sweet little pussy, fucking her fast and hard as she mewled and screamed his name, over and over again until her throat hurt and her legs shook. He could imagine the way it would feel, to be buried deep inside her warm velvety walls, constricting his hard member and coating it with her slick wetness as he pumped himself in and out, feeling her laboured breath on his damp skin as he plunged his canines into her again and sealed that mark, making her forever his.

Mine, his wolf agreed, spurring him on as it was already in control of his body, holding her small and round ass-cheeks in the palms of his hands as he'd risen her higher against that wall so that he could press his swollen dick against her bare and wet pussy, roughly rubbing himself against her through his pants as she let out strained and tortured moans.

He could do it. All he had to do was just free himself and plunge into her.

It was that easy.

She was already bare and willing. Hell, she'd even begged him to.

"No. I can't," He abruptly stopped his actions, gently lowering her back onto her own feet before moving his hands over the sides of her waist instead.

"Carina, I won't do it," He breathlessly whispered as he leaned forward to rest his forehead against hers, closing his eyes for a moment in an attempt to regain full control.

"I can't just fucking deflower you in a bathroom against a fucking wall," He pulled back to look her in the eyes as he said those words, taking in that utterly despondent expression that took over her beautiful features.

"I wouldn't be fair!"

"I can't just do this to you! You're my soulmate! I can't have you like this!" He shouted with despair, taking his hands off of her and taking a few steps away as he couldn't even properly focus on his own reasonable thoughts in her close proximity. Not to mention of her maddening sweet scent.

"I'm sorry but I won't do it, Carina. I refuse to have our first time like this," His voice trembled, feeling his heart constrict with pain as he watched those first tears that started to rapidly fall over her cheeks, his legs taking him right back to her as he gently took her face in his hands, wiping away those tears.

"Carina, you're my future queen. Your first time with me is supposed to be special. Not like this. I can't just fuck you against this wall like some random whore," He whispered with nothing but care and gentleness as he peered between those beautiful and glassy blue eyes, watching her stand there and stare back at him, her tears forgotten as she took short and uneven breaths.

His brows furrowed as she abruptly started to laugh, forcing him to let go of her and step back again.

"I'm sorry but, I think you didn't get it," Her voice came out scratchy and weak as she started to speak after a moment.

"There will be no special moments between us, Nate. Ever," She coldly said with conviction.

"You made sure of that," She accusingly pointed a finger at him, her words making him feel that twinge of guilt and regret.

"What, you thought that I would just magically forget everything you did to me?" She incredulously shouted out with a hint of mockery.

"That I would gladly accept you after a few orgasms and some fake sweet words?"

He closed his eyes for a second, almost flinching at the sound of her harsh words.

"Boy you got it wrong. So so wrong," She lightly shook her head, displaying a sad and humorless smile that made him feel even more pain, his eyes starting to burn with unshed tears as he stood there and looked at her, silently taking every verbal blow that came from her.

"Yes, I want you to fuck me against this wall like one of your whores, Nathan. I don't give a flying fuck about your feelings!" She shouted out loud with rage and despair, making him flinch and ball his hands into tightly-closed fists.

"After all, you didn't give a shit about mine either, didn't you?"

"You didn't fucking care! You just took and took, piece after piece of my sanity, my very self until there was nothing left to take, so then you decided that you should just take my last shred of dignity too, because why fucking not?" Those tears started to angrily fall again as she kept screaming, his own cheeks wetting with his burning tears as every word of hers felt like a hot knife twisting in his guts, over and over again.

"Why not destroy me completely?"

"So yes, Nathan, I am giving it to you freely. Come on and take it," She said after a quick and angry wipe over her cheeks with the back of her hands and a deep and encouraging breath, shocking him with her next actions as she carelessly ripped open the buttons of her shirt, giving him a full display of her beautiful cleavage before she made her way towards one of the sinks and turned her back to him, spreading her legs a little further apart and dragging her skirt up, positioning herself like one of those girls in porn movies as she bent forward and gave him a full view of her bare ass, those glassy blue eyes now devoid of any emotion as she peered at him through the mirror, coldly spewing out,

"Deflower me. Abuse me, Nathan. Fuck me like one of your cheap whores,"