Feeling the man's hand tearing open her denim shorts, she released his neck and squinted her eyes, which were filled with desire, at his face.
"Your name is... Lucas Walker?"
"Yes, remember my name!"
That's what he told her as he looked into her eyes.
"Lucas Walker, you remember too!" Ivana Bennett slightly lifted her face, her tone haughty and defiant, "Today, I am the one sleeping with you!"
Then, she lifted her face and bit his lips.
She was a virgin for eighteen years, and this little bastard was the lucky receiver. She wouldn't do him justice if she didn't make him bleed a little too, would she?
His lips were not as strong as his neck, and she bit them bloody in no time.
A bittersweet taste spread between their teeth, and Ivana began to smirk.
In the next moment, the back of her head hit the soft mattress.
The man's lips and tongue arrogantly invaded hers, carrying the taste of blood, leaving her unsure if it was her own or his.
It was a powerful, wild kiss; she did not resist but returned it even more wildly.
She had said that she would be the one sleeping with him; how could she let him gain the upper hand?
Their lips were intertwined; both were trying their best to entangle each other's tongues, kissing, biting.
Only when their breath was about to stop did they release each other simultaneously.
Panting, Lucas felt his rapid heartbeat and the carnal desire roaring in every inch of his blood vessels.
Never before had a woman been able to make him feel this way; it was a first.
His deep blue eyes stared deeply into her face; he hoarsely asked.
"Tell me your name!"
At least he should know the name of the first woman he slept with.
Ivana took a breath, "It's your boss!"
He frowned.
"Disobedient pets will be punished."
That's what he said, and that's what he did.
Pain tore through her like a rip.
Ivana's whole body tensed up, she gasped for breath and cursed out loud.
"Lucas Walker, I will castrate you!"
Surprise flickered in Lucas's eyes. He had not expected this wild girl to be a virgin.
Looking at her furrowed eyebrows, he seemed to feel a twinge in his heart but was filled with a sense of joy.
Ivana had thought he would retaliate even more wildly.
But he didn't!
For the first time, Lucas Walker was threatened by a woman, but he did not get angry. Instead, he softened his movements and gently kissed the corner of her lips.
"I don't care what you call yourself, who you are, from now on, the only man in your life is me—Lucas Walker!"
Ivana mocked back and bit ferociously into his lips.
The biting really hurt, but he just laughed lightly, bringing his palm behind her head and took the opportunity to kiss her lips and tongue.
His blood spread between their lips and teeth, while her blood blossomed into a dazzling flower on the bedsheets.
...
...
When Ivana woke up again, she opened her eyes to a room bathed in brilliant sunshine, streaming in through the large arched windows, turning everything in the room a beautiful pale gold.
Looking from the pillow, she could see the vast sea with a million ripples.
The distant horizon blended the sea and sky into one color.
Occasionally, seagulls flew past.
The scenery was beautiful; it's just that she was not in the mood to appreciate it.
Her entire body ached, especially her waist, as if her spine had been broken and stitched back together.
She was half-conscious last night and couldn't remember how many times they did it; all she vaguely remembered were his kisses, and... ecstatic pleasure.