In the moonlight, Raina's eyes fell on that alabaster skin of his. He looked ethereal, and she wanted to have him consume her completely. His strong hands grasped her, taking and giving, fanning that fire more completely through her body until it raged out of control. She felt like an animal, wanting everything he was giving her and more. At one time, she would have found a way to tell him what she wanted while still being chaste. It wasn't until now that thoughts of begging and crying out crossed her mind. The flush that spread across her body wasn't from embarrassment, but longing.
The craving was overwhelming. All the way into her fingertips there was an appetite that she had been unaware of existing inside of her. Had this been what she waited to feel for so long? If she had known, could have waited this long? The answer can in an overwhelming yes. Yes she would have waited. Because it wouldn't have been this incredible if she had been with anyone else. Part of this feeling, Raina knew, was based on the fact it was with Desmond. He had a power over her that had nothing to do with what he was, what they were, but rather who he was despite those things. She looked up into his eyes and felt them staring into her with such intensity that it could make anyone feel the way she did.
Then he easily tore her skirt in half like it was a paper towel, nothing of consistence in any way. Instead his hand moved through it like a hot knife through butter. The fabric fell at either side of her hips but she didn't pay it any mind as she watched him lowering his touch to that spot between her legs. She bit down on her bottom lip a little harder than she meant to as the feeling had her writhing beneath him, body begging for more. Her toes curled and she was so sure that she would lose her mind if she couldn't have more. Heated flesh stretched over her head as if she were trying to grab a hold of something that could keep her from floating away completely. The blades of grass snapped under her fingers and she just as easily gave up the attempt.
"Please," she pleaded when he pushed her back down.
Her eyes followed his fingers as they teased against her opening and then raised to his lips. Moaning, she reached for the rim of his jeans. She knew she could pull and tug but they would most likely not tear apart. Then one handedly, he pulled them open and the thought of her even trying was lost in that moment. The air was thick with the intensity between their two now bare bodies. She had never been naked in front of anyone before, let alone allow them to touch her like this, but with Desmond, she was going crazy with the need to have more. She couldn't stop her curious gaze from lowering between them. She couldn't see well in the darkness but she wanted to. The light from the moon barely made it through the tree branches around them. When he moved and she felt him against her, her breath caught in her throat. Holding it, Raina stayed still as he moved in a little. She had to adjust a little to help with his size and her body had never had anything like that filling her. Then he was pushed up against the last shred of her virginity.
Letting out that held breath, Raina raised herself a little, knees just slightly bent. She moved her hand to his arm, touching the muscles in his arm that held him up. Her lips parted to say something that now, she couldn't even remember what it had been about. A quick movement from his body and she felt a tear that sent a shock wave of ache to her extremities. She had heard stories about the first time you have sex. Some had spoke of a dull ache, others talked about a horribly sharp pain. When she felt that tear, it leaned more towards the second than the first. She raised her knees at his sides, hands going to his shoulders. She figured she could take a second to catch her breath and let the pain subside.