"You—!"
When the crown of Damon's cock entered her, he felt an unexpected resistance. And then, a sense of tearing.
The warmth that had welcomed him was suddenly too tight, too pure. He froze. His breath caught and his mind, which had been drowning in lust and desperation, went suddenly and horrifyingly still.
Now, with his eyes widened, he looked at the woman under him.
Ivy... was still a virgin...?
"Are you going to tease me... for being an old virgin...?" Ivy grinned up at him, her blue eyes amused, and even shy.
"Ivy!" Damon snapped, his voice cracking. "How coul—"
"Did you expect me to break her hymen already?"
Damon flinched. The voice came from the window, from the shadows that had been there all along, blending so perfectly with the darkness that he hadn't noticed.
No. It was as if the presence had been there from the beginning. Perhaps it had been there when he entered the room, Damon wasn't sure. Almost as if it had always been there, a part of the room itself.
