“H‑hey… go easy…”

The moment the door behind them was kicked shut by the man’s impatient leg, Charlotte Brennan was already pressed against it, her small frame practically trapped there.

His tall body leaned in, heat rolling off him in waves, breath burning against the side of her neck.

“Don’t be scared. I’ll be gentle.” His voice brushed right against her ear, low and teasing.

Before she could react, his warm breath drifted down, and his lips moved closer and closer until they finally landed on hers—

“Mm—” Charlotte winced, her brows tightening from the sudden sting.

“Sorry…” He pulled back just a little, panting lightly, his voice rough with restraint.

Those dark, predator‑sharp eyes stared at her face for a few seconds. Then, out of nowhere, he shrugged off his suit jacket and tossed it hard onto the floor.

“You’re… what are you—”

While Charlotte was still trying to figure out his sudden move, he had already scooped her up in his arms.

He strode toward the bed, steps quick and heavy—

Reaching the edge, he gently laid her down on the soft mattress.

The bed dipped under their weight, and in the next beat, his body followed, covering hers completely.

Their faces were only two centimeters apart. His nose brushed hers, their breaths mingling, warm and chaotic, the air between them thick enough to drown in—

“Did they teach… you know, biology class in school?” he asked, voice low and hoarse.

Charlotte’s cheeks burned as she nodded.

“You know the first time might hurt?” he asked again.

“…Yeah.” She nodded once more, even redder.

“Good girl.”

His praise was soft, dangerous. Then he lowered his head again, lips brushing her collarbone before his teeth gently grazed her skin.

"Mmm—" Charlotte let out a trembling whimper.

It sounded like pain, yet not quite—more like something she couldn't quite put into words.

Under this overwhelming sensation, her breathing became erratic—

The man's lips lingered hungrily along her collarbones, and her eyes grew increasingly hazy. Her body instinctively craved more—

"Baby, are you ready?" the man asked in a husky voice.

"Yeah." Charlotte nodded instinctively through her daze.

"Good girl."

As he praised her, his body suddenly pressed down—

"Ah—" A girl's cry of pain echoed through the room.