Dev was crazed with passion, had never
felt so out of control in all his life. He’d come around that bend and knew
instantly that it was Kira, but it took him a few minutes to figure out what
she was doing.

At one point, she’d shifted her position
and the moonlight had made her veil-thin gown completely transparent. He’d
nearly cum right there. Gazing at the definition of her legs, he pictured her
standing completely naked for his perusal. Her breasts rising and falling with
her need for him, her nipples hard, her pussy dripping wet.

He wondered if she shaved it. Would he
find nothing? A small strip, a tidy V or maybe she’d be all natural. God, he
couldn’t wait to burry his face in it. Suck and lick her until she screamed for
him.

It was at that point the woman in the
bushes screamed, bringing Dev back to reality and the reality was Kira wasn’t
the little innocent she pretended flawlessly to be, she was a voyeur and who
knew what else, so why the hell had he been waiting? That was when he grabbed
her and pulled her away, knowing he had to get her someplace private before he
exploded and simply rammed his throbbing cock into her right there on one of
the paths.

He pulled away again, looked down into
her passion-dark eyes, filled with that damn innocence that she was so good at
feigning. He ran his thumb over her cheek, wanting to slow down before it was
all over before it began. He’d never wanted a woman this badly, or for so long
before he had her. He would enjoy Kira, thoroughly.

“I’m going to fuck you, Kira.”

He smiled when she shivered.

“Fuck you every way a man can fuck a
woman. Then I’m going to take you upstairs and fuck you again.”

She lost her breath on a whimper. He
didn’t know if he wanted her to stop the damn act or not. He had to admit it
turned him on, making him so damn hard he couldn’t see straight, but part of
him wanted to fuck her with no games, no role-playing. Those could come later.
Right now he just wanted Kira—the real Kira.

He fisted his hands in her long hair that
hung loosely in curls and sparkled with glitter, bringing his face to within an
inch of hers.

“Drop the fucking virgin act.”

He spoke slowly, low and clear and saw
something flicker in those incredibly passionate eyes. Her tongue came out to
lick her bottom lip and for a second he thought she was going to argue with
him, so he added, “If I wanted a fucking virgin, I’d go find one. What I want
is you, Kira.”

She didn’t speak, only looked up at him a
little like a deer in the headlights.

“Do you understand me?”

She nodded, licked her lips again and
said, “No virgins.”

He smiled, slowly and wickedly, and
kissed her again, then swept an arm under her knees, pulling her off the ground
and against his chest, taking her to the soft ground near the waterfall before
tearing the wings off her costume.

He wanted to go slowly and treasure every
moment of this first time, wanted to explore every square inch of satiny skin,
wanted to taste every part of her, but his dick kept telling him it couldn’t
wait. He shoved her skirt up over her thighs and tore the panties from her,
then stared with excruciating need at her wet pussy.

Her startled gasp registered somewhere
inside his head. Somewhere, he knew he wasn’t being fair. This wasn’t just
about his pleasure, he had to take care of her also, and he would, after. It
was the best he could do at the moment.

“Beautiful, I swear I’ll make this first
time up to you.”

His gaze moved from her wet, hot, swollen
pussy to her face, only to find her eyes closed her lower lip seriously being
chewed on and her hands clasped together over her breasts.

“God damn, Kira! Can’t you stop playing
even for a second? Is this part so deeply ingrained that it’s all you know how
to do?” He shoved two fingers inside her, felt her flinch, then tighten around
him.

“Is this what you like?”

He held back on his temper, his voice now
coming out as a smooth caress as her pussy gripped his fingers, dripping all
over him. Her scent thrust through him as a shot of white heat, he was nearly
blind and deaf with need, but he did hear the voices heading their way. He
waited, hoping they’d go right by, because he didn’t think he could stop
himself now, but didn’t want Kira embarrassed, unless…He turned his eyes back
on her.

“You like to be watched when you fuck,
Kira?”

“I…I…” she drew a sharp breath. “I don’t
know.”

He unbuckled the shorts he wore under the
tunic, relishing in the freedom as he pulled his cock out. He stroked it once,
just to relieve some pressure. Several drops formed on the tip, he looked back
down at Kira, “Take me in your mouth.”

He backed off her so she could sit up,
she moved up on her elbows looking positively frightened. His brain started to
short-circuit, trying to align all the opposing thoughts, feelings and needs
shooting through him. His blood pounded in his ears with the need to take her,
his conscience still screamed to protect her, his common sense told him he had
missed some important piece of this puzzle, but his cock instructed him to
charge, and quite frankly that was the only one he was really interested in
listening to and the one that was hardest to ignore.

Kira looked from Dev’s face—the pain,
lust and need in his eyes—to his…she swallowed. It was so big that she was sure
he’d break her if he tried to fit that thing inside her, and he wanted her to
put it in her mouth?

This all seemed too fast. She did want
this, but was slower too much to ask? At the same time, she felt terrible for
lying to him. She knew he didn’t expect a virgin, but what was she supposed to
do about that now? If she told him, he’d walk away and that level of
mortification didn’t even bear contemplating.

Tentatively, she reached for him, barely
grazing him with her fingertips when he groaned and moved a little closer. With
his eyes closed, she took the moment to study him. Big and red and hard, it had
clear liquid spilling from the tip and running down the back, she caught a drip
with her finger and put it in her mouth. When she looked back at Dev, he was
watching her and she was sure her lungs stopped working.

“Your tongue, Kira. Fuck me with your
mouth.”

An intense surge of excitement flew
through her at his course words, and she realized she wanted to, she just wished she knew how. A tear welled up in her
left eye and spilled over at her own inadequacies.

“Shit, Kira!”

He jerked out of her hand and started
putting himself back in his shorts. More tears followed the first. She wiped
them away as she reached for him.

“Dev, please. Let me try.”

She hated the desperation in her tone,
hated how she sounded weak and stupid, naive and unstable. She reached for him,
but he wrenched away from her. Standing over her, she saw a torrent of emotion
flooding his eyes and wondered why it had to end up this way. It had been so
perfect just a few minutes ago.

“Dev.”

She was practically begging at his feet,
but she didn’t care. She just didn’t want him to leave.

“Usually I’m all for games, Kira.” He sounded calmer now. As if nothing had happened between them. She watched his eyes and saw the moment he decided to cut her out. “But not with you.” He stopped just before disappearing around the hedge. Without looking back, he
told her, “Be careful tonight, Kira. The garden’s full of snakes.”

Kira fell back on the ground as he left
the garden. She knew how great his need was. She’d seen the evidence, held it
in her hand at one point. She wondered if he was headed to Barbara. A real
woman who could handle whatever kind of needs a man like Dev had. She was a
pathetic failure. How could she have ever thought she would be enough for him?

She pulled her broken wings from the
ground where Dev had thrown them. They were ruined, just like her heart.