The man chuckles darkly, running his fingers through his disheveled hair. "Don't worry about me," he replies dismissively, undoing the buttons of his shirt as if he owns the place. "I just need a taste of something real."
Elena watches him undress reluctantly, torn between curiosity and apprehension. She knows this is a mistake - an impulsive decision fueled by uncertain desires - but it's too late to turn back now.
Elena's heart pounds in her chest as Damien's hands roam freely over her body. His touch is forceful, possessive, igniting a fire within her that she hasn't felt in a long time. She tries to resist, to push him away, but the raw desire coursing through her veins overpowers any rational thought.
"Fuck," Elena gasps, her voice filled with equal parts hesitation and longing.
Damien leans in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "You can fight it all you want," he whispers seductively. "But we both know you want this just as much as I do."
His words send shivers down Elena's spine, awakening a hunger within her that she has long suppressed. The weight of their uninvited encounter weighs heavy on her conscience, but in this moment, all that matters is the intoxication of their shared lust.
With a mix of reluctance and anticipation, Elena gives in to the overwhelming urge pulsating between them. Her hands find their way to Damien's chest, pulling him closer as their lips crash together in a fierce kiss
Elena's mind is a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as she continues to explore Damien's body. The taste of him on her lips sends shivers down her spine, igniting a fire deep within her core. But amidst the overwhelming sensations, a small voice in the back of her mind tries to speak up.
"Wait," she gasps, pulling away slightly from his kiss. "I need to tell you something."
Damien's eyes flicker with curiosity as he leans back slightly, allowing Elena some space. "What is it?" he asks, his voice tinged with impatience.
Elena takes a deep breath, plucking up the courage to speak the truth. "I'm. I'm a virgin," she says hesitantly.
A smirk dances across Damien's lips as he studies Elena's face intently. "Oh really?" he replies sarcastically. "Well then, sweetheart, I guess we'll just have to make this extra special for you."
Before Elena can protest or try to explain further, Damien grabs her hand and guides it between them. His erection is already throbbing eagerly against her palm - a silent invitation that she can't resist.
Elena's mind races with conflicting emotions as Damien's words hang in the air. Virgin? Extra special? She never asked for this, never wanted to be a part of his game. But the throbbing ache between her legs betrays her body's desires, drowning out any logical thoughts.
With a mixture of hesitation and reluctant curiosity, Elena lets herself be guided by Damien's insatiable hunger. Her fingers wrap around his hard length, a gasp escaping from her lips as she feels him grow even harder in her grasp. He smirks with arrogant pleasure, relishing in the power he holds over her.