*~*Darrol's POV*~*
Things were already moving quickly. From the moment that Ilana pulled me into her room, her and I started to kiss in a way that was hungry, needy, and filled with desire and passion. She was grabbing fistfuls of my shirt, and I was running my hands, no longer tentative, all over her body.
The moment that we were in Ilana's room, it was like there was a switch that flipped inside of me. She was not my first, I had been with women in the past, but none that I truly loved or cared about. This, being with her, was a first for me in a way.
I knew that Ilana was pure though, that she had never been with a man before. I would make sure that I was gentle with her, that I showed her the love and affection that she needed, craved, and deserved. I wanted to make sure that I didn't hurt her at all. And that I did all that I could to treat her right.
