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"I don't want to go to bed," she said, making Charles stop in his tracks on the stairs.
"Then what do you want?"
"Well, I don't want to go to my bed, at least."
Charles looked at her, his eyes filling his face, "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that I want to stay with you," and Cynara could have sworn that she saw him blush.
"Cynara, do you know what your asking?" But Cynara wasn't interested in talking anymore, she grabbed his hand and pulled him up the rest of the stairs, leading him to the bedroom she knew was his.
"I'm not asking, I'm telling," she said pushing him in, "I'm going to ravage you tonight whether you like it or not."
Charles looked surprised at her crude language, but smiled as she jumped on him and started kissing him again.
He walked over to the bed, laying her down on it without breaking the kiss. She furiously tried to remove his clothes, but found herself confused by all the buttons and pieces, laughing, he stepped back and took off his own shirt.
While he was taking off his clothes, Cynara tried to remove hers, reaching for the little buttons in the back of her dress, and finally just yanking at fabric. Charles just laughed again and removed her clothes, too.
Now that her war with the clothing was finally over, Cynara felt a bit awkward standing there naked with him, even in the dim candlelight. And worse, she also caught herself staring at his cock intently. This was the first one she had seen in real life, and it looked a lot more desirable than the ones she had seen on T.V.
She had quickly averted her gaze once she realized that she was staring, not wanting to look at his face, afraid that he was laughing at her.
"Are you still going to ravage me?"
Cynara looked up at him, and found such tenderness in his eyes that all her worries fled her. She stepped closer to him, and with her hands splayed on his chest, she pushed him back onto the bed, climbing on top of him.
She started kissing him again, and he grabbed her butt, feeling the soft flesh in his hands. Cynara could feel the blood in her groin start pumping with him touching her thus, and it quickened when he let his fingers travel down her butt crack, to her pussy, stroking it from behind.
She moaned and rolled over onto her back, tugging at his shoulders, wanting to feel his strong body surround her. He complied and rolled over her, bracing his weight on his arms, his legs resting between hers.
"Here we go," he said softly.
Cynara nodded and he thrust into her, breaking her virginity and filling her completely. Cynara cried out at the pain, digging her nails into his back.
"Cynara, Cynara," he said worriedly, stroking her hair, "My little fool, why didn't you tell me this was your first time?"
"Why should it matter?" she said defiantly looking up at him with a single tear streaming down her face.
"I could have gone slower, been more gentle."
"It barely even hurt," she answered, though her words were contradicted by the tearstain on her cheek, "Keep going."
"You're sure your okay?" he asked staring into her eyes, looking for any sign of lingering pain on her face.
"Charlie, if you stop now I'll be forced to murder you!" she said frustrated, the pain, having left her, was once again replace by an unbearable need.
"Okay, okay," he said, simultaneously moving his hips.
Cynara gripped his shoulders as he thrust above her, squeezing her eyes shut, she waited for release from the tension inside her. Her mind was screaming and she vaguely heard Charlie moaning above her, but she was too concentrated on her own feelings.
When she felt Charlie release his seed into her, her own pleasure took over. She tossed her head back at the overwhelming bliss.
Charlie rolled onto his back, and Cynara rolled on top of him, lying limply like a little rag doll with her cheek resting on his chest, which was still breathing hard from his recent release.
Charlie lifted his hand to stroke the head that was lying on top of him, running his fingers over her soft hair.
"Cynara," he said after a long while, breaking the peaceful silence with his serious tone, "I hope you know you can trust me, and I will of course do the honorable thing. I don't care about your past, and when you come to remember it, we can deal with it together. When we're married, it..."
His words were cut off by Cynara's sudden revival, abruptly, she sat up and looked him in the eyes. "Married?!"
For his part, Charlie looked at her like he was surprised at her surprise. "Of course, what did you think would happen after this? I'm not so callous as to take your virginity and then abandon you," Charlie said, thinking silently that that sounded more like something his brother would do, but not him.
Cynara pulled further away from him, tugging the covers of the bed around her naked body. She knew that Charlie was only trying to do what he thought what was right for her, but she couldn't help but being hurt at the way he made it sound like some sort of duty.
"Don't think you have to marry me just because you fucked me. I don't need you or any man," she said, her bitter tone really just hiding her hurt.
"Cynara!" Charlie looked at her wide-eyed, whether because she was refusing him or whether because of her vulgar language, she didn't know. "Come here," he beckoned, opening his arms for her, missing the feel of her body next to his, and Cynara wanted to crawl back into his arms just as much as he wanted her to, but she stubbornly refused.
"I'm sorry," Charlie said desperately, "I don't know what I did to upset you. I thought you would appreciate the offer, most girls would."
"Well, I'm not most girls."
"That's for sure," Charlie said pondering the strange girl in his bed, "In fact you're just the opposite, you gladly fall into my bed for a romp, but scoff when I propose marriage."
"I'm not some sort of whore it that's what you're implying," she said getting angrier every time he opened his mouth.
"I think the blood stain on my sheet proves that."
Cynara had had enough at that. She rolled out of bed, gathering her clothes she struggled to pull them over her head.
Charlie was out of bed and beside her just as she was slipping her shift over her head, grabbing her to prevent her from further getting dressed.
"Let me go!" she shouted struggling to be free of his grasp.
"No. Not until you tell me why you're so upset," he said pushing her back down onto the bed, keeping her there with the weight of his body, while being careful not to squish her too much.
"Charlie, let me go, damn it!" she continued to struggle, but it was no use, her arms were pinned to her side, and she helpless beneath him.
"I'll let you go as soon as you tell me why you're in such a tizzy," he said, not giving in an inch.
Cynara sighed deeply, glaring up at him.
When it became apparent that she wasn't going to say anything, Charlie did. "I don't know why you're all upset, if you don't want to marry me, all you have to do is say so," he said sadly, "I'm not going to force you or anything."
"Charlie," Cynara said, trying to free her arms again, but for a different reason now. The look he was giving her made her desperately want to hug it away. He wouldn't let her arms go, though.
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