My hair cascaded down my shoulders looking pin straight. The blond was a stark contrast to the black dress that was hugging my body. My eyes trailed down my fishnet-clad legs to my black Doc Martens.

Jasmine appeared from behind me, my black feathered wings smacking her in the face. After she pretended to blow the feather out of her mouth, she grinned wider than the Cheshire cat. "You look hot."

She was dressed completely opposite of my dark attire. She was wearing a yellow dress with knee-high, orange socks. Feathers the same shade of her dress were covering her entire body. I wasn't exactly sure what she was dressed as, but she kept saying I'd understand when Kim arrived.

"I'm so glad you went for the whole Angel of Death look instead of just an angel. You look seriously sexy," Emma called out from my bed as she zipped up her thigh-high white boots. She wore a black leotard with a white puffball right above her butt and had bunny ears on. She made a cute play bunny.

I looked back in the mirror and smoothed down my short black dress. Jasmine adjusted my black halo so it sat straight on my head. I shot her a thankful smile before admiring my outfit again. At first, I was scared I wouldn't be able to pull off such a dark costume, but looking at my edgy version of an angel–something that was supposed to be pure–I nodded in approval. I did look good.

"Come on, let's go downstairs," I said as I noticed the bass vibrating the house. The party was starting.

Both Jaz and Emma raised a brow. "Really?"

"What?"

Jaz shook her head in amusement. "It's just... you hate going to parties early."

I dramatically rolled my eyes even though she was right. "It's my party. I should be there to greet my guests."

Both of the girls shook their heads. "Liar. You just want to see Dean," Emma laughed. I ducked my head to hide my blush.

"Or you want him to see you?" Jaz said suggestively. My blush was replaced by a scowl and I pushed her head away from me. She laughed at my expense, Emma giggling too.

Yeah, I was excited to see Dean and what he was wearing, but I was excited to see everyone else too. I had no idea what everyone was dressed up as.

"Hey, where's your dog?" Emma asked.

"Doggy daycare," I sighed. "He's too big to stay in my bathroom all night. And I sure as hell don't trust the people here to keep him out." Her mouth formed an 'o' shape as she nodded.

We piled out of my room and I locked the door behind me, stuffing my key in my bra. My dark wings accidentally hit Emma in the face as I turned, and I apologized profusely. She only laughed.

As we were walking out the hall, Will stepped out of one of the guest rooms. He changed here because he helped set up and didn't want his costume to get messed up. The same went for the other people that helped. Dylan managed to finesse his football jockeys into helping, which was super cool of them.

Will was dressed like a pirate. I never thought I'd see the day where he willingly wore makeup but here he was, caked up in eyeliner to make himself look like Jack Sparrow.

Emma ran over to him and went on about how hot he looked while he appreciatively raked over her outfit. Jaz grabbed my hand before they went at it in the hallway and we ran downstairs, giggling to ourselves.

"God, they were practically eye raping each other," I gagged jokingly. As soon as we reached the base of the stairs, an arm wrapped around my shoulder. I looked up to see Dylan and my jaw dropped to the floor. "Shut up."

There he stood in all his glory. He was wearing very baggy black slacks. His top half was covered by a fuzzy, leopard print jacket. His torso was exposed by his unzipped jacket. He wore thick chains around his neck. There was a black fedora resting on his hair.

He spread out his hands in front of him. "I'm a pimp!"

Jasmine and I couldn't hold it in anymore. We burst out laughing and he joined in with us.

"God, that's perfect," I giggled.

"Next time tell us! We'll be your prostitutes," Jaz snorted. I nodded in agreement.

"You both look hot too," he beamed. I'm surprised he didn't make a comment about me changing tonight. Maybe he finally was letting off. He cocked his head as he eyed Jaz. "And you are...?"

She held up a finger. "It'll make sense when Kim gets here."

Of course.

I looked around the house. Halloween decorations ranging from fake cobwebs to scary mannequins were scattered around. Fog machines were set up everywhere and enveloped the ground as a whole. There were spooky-themed snacks and drinks in the kitchen as well. Overall, the effort was amazing! Dylan really outdid himself.

"Dude, this looks amazing," I grinned as I looked around. I had seen it all when we were setting up but it looked even cooler in the darkness.

"You think? Check this out." He lightly grabbed my elbow and began tugging me toward the backyard. My eyes lingered on the decorations as I walked with him. Very few people were here, but a lot of them wished me a happy birthday when they noticed me. I flashed the strangers polite smiles as I passed even though I wasn't even sure who the hell they were.

Heh. It's funny that up until last year, I was known as Dylan, the football jock's, friend and the girl who occasionally threw cool parties. Then again, the latter was really Dylan's brag. I just provided the house, he did all the work. Now people I never knew were coming up to me and wishing me a happy birthday. I'm pretty sure Andrew was the one to blame. No one spread like wildfire like the girls Andrew had a thing with. I was part of his "scandal" for the longest time. I'd say Dean was also partly a reason for my newfound popularity, but I could never really tell what his social standing was in the jungle we called high school. Yes, girls would eye rape him and boys would cower away, but how many of them really knew him? He mostly stayed to himself anyway.

I was lucky I got to be part of his elite circle.

We finally reached the super cool thing Dylan wanted to show me and I had to admit, it was pretty cool. The pool's lights were set to a red shade and dry ice layered the bottom so it looked all foggy and scary.

"You've really outdone yourself." I marveled at the pool. People wouldn't be going swimming considering it was freezing outside but it looked super cool.

"No doubt, no doubt," he grinned as he admired his work. "So..."

I put a hand up, effectively silencing him. "Before you ask, no you cannot have sex in my room."

He dramatically sighed. "You're the worst."

"You're the worst," I mimicked in a high-pitched tone. "Shut up."

"Careful Bella, you're one snarky remark from being thrown in the pool."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "You wouldn't."

"Would you like to try me?" His brows shot up in amusement. I decided against it because I knew no matter how cold it was, Dylan would throw me into that pool without thinking. I'd probably get hypothermia and die but he'd just laugh at me.

The party started filling up as we came back inside and I let out a sigh of relief. The awkwardness was fading away. More people wished me a happy birthday, even though we all knew they were here for the free beer. The idea annoyed me a little. No, it annoyed me a lot. It was the whole reason I didn't want to throw a party.

"Bella!"

I turned around to see Skylar walking up to us. Right away, my jealously flared at how badass she managed to look. Instead of wearing her regular leather getup, she was dressed in a full-body cheetah print outfit that clung to her like a second skin. She had a matching tail and cat ears to go along with it.

None of us were creative, were we?

"Happy late birthday," she yelled over the music. After thanking her, she asked, "Where's Dean?"

"Haven't seen him yet," I responded. After I disappeared upstairs to get ready, I hadn't seen him.

"Kay. I'll tell him you're looking for him if I see him."

I nodded and watched as she walked off, her tail swaying side to side as her hips did the same. Dylan didn't hide his blatant staring at her ass.

"If you're done treating girls like pieces of meat," I started, jabbing him in the side to get his attention, "should we round up the gang and do shots?"

"You read my mind," he grinned. We both set out to find everyone, which was pretty hard when everyone was in costume. Eventually, we managed to round up everyone up in the kitchen. Dean was still MIA and it didn't help that I had no idea what he was wearing. We decided not to wait up for him though, considering he wasn't going to drink tonight.

Jaz stood up as the rest of us sat at the table with a shot in front of us. Kim followed and stood next to her. She was wearing a black dress with a huge magnet on the front, along with some matching feathers from Jaz's costume, which were randomly scattered around the dress.

"Okay, time for the big reveal!" Jaz squealed. "We're a chick magnet."

Silence. We all darted our eyes from her costume to her girlfriend's costume.

"Ooooh," we all chorused when we understood the reference.

"Wait... that's really clever!" Emma's voice was very high-pitched, meaning she already had a good amount to drink.

"I know right?" Kim laughed. "Now... shots?"

"Eighteen shots for the eighteen-year-old!" Will hollered.

I stared at him flatly. "I'd die."

"Then you'd get your stomach pumped for the first time!" He grinned like it was the most normal thing ever.

"News flash buddy, I might be legal to smoke but not to drink," I reminded him. His face fell once he realized we weren't twenty one and legally allowed to drink. Emma sympathetically pat his shoulder before eyeing the clear shots in front of us.

We each grabbed one and on three, downed it. I scrunched up my face as the liquid burned my throat. "Fuck! I need a chaser."

I got up and went to the kitchen, grabbing a hard lemonade. I brought an extra bottle just in case anyone felt the same as me.

I chugged half the bottle before reminding myself to go slow tonight. I wanted to get drunk, not blackout. Unlike last year, I wanted to remember everything this time.

One by one, everyone left. I got up from the table and decided to go hunt Dean down. He had to be here somewhere, right?

I snagged another drink and nursed it as I searched the house. When I got to the living room, I saw him. He was leaning against the wall, talking to someone.

I was far enough that he didn't see me yet. I drank in his appearance and it nearly made me laugh. He dressed up as a vampire. He wore black slacks and a white button-up with the collar up. A very long black cloak wrapped around his shoulders. Even his hair was slicked back like Dracula.

He looked good.

But something told me he only chose a vampire because he could get away with mostly wearing black. I then looked down at my all-black outfit and smiled even more. Guess we were matching.

As if he could sense me, his eyes roamed around the room as the other person was talking. He brought a cup up to his lips as his eyes scanned right past me. Then he did a double-take and actually looked at me.

The way his eyes ran down my body sent shivers down my spine.

He not-so-politely excused himself from his conversation and walked over, never taking his eyes off me. A full-blown grin was on my face as he stood inches away, drinking me in as I did him.

"Oh, fuck me, Arabella," he groaned in a good way.

Gladly.

"Hello Dracula," I grinned as I laced my hand around his neck, making sure not to spill my drink. "I've been looking for you all night."

"You know, for it being your birthday, it was incredibly hard to find you. I had to talk to strangers." A shudder ran through his body and I couldn't help but laugh at his dramatics. He effectively shut me up with his lips and I didn't really mind. "You look hot. Like, really hot."

"Same goes for you. Who knew you made the undead look so good?"

He smirked and kissed me again, but it was shorter this time. Our hands entwined as we walked back to the kitchen. As more people wished me, the more annoyed I got. The alcohol in my system made me stop caring and I started rolling my eyes every time a stranger passed. It was rude, I know, but I was beginning to regret this party.

Arabella Wilks not in a partying mood? Who would've guessed!

We decided to share a bottle of beer because I wanted him to loosen up but he refused to drink it all.

Then it happened. The thing that hadn't happened in so long, I forgot it was a problem.

"Dean!"

We both turned around to see a girl I didn't know really well. She was practically bouncing over to us and as soon as she was within reach, she just had to stumble and grab Dean's arm for support. Not my arm, not the counter that was two inches away, and not the bloody floor either. His. Arm.

Relax. Stop being a jealous bitch, it was an accident.

She smiled at him as she straightened up but her hand never left his arm. I clenched my teeth and held on to the beer bottle until my knuckles turned white.

Relax, maybe she just forgot.

"How are you? I haven't seen you around," the girl purred. Before he could answer, she continued. "You look hot. Like hotter than Damon from The Vampire Diaries."

Umm...

They got into a conversation but I could no longer focus. My eyes were zeroed in on the way her hand was slowly brushing down his arm. The slut didn't even look cute. She was wearing black jeans, a red shirt, and devil horns. It's like she didn't even try!

The last straw was when she started feeling his bicep. Even Dean looked uncomfortable but he didn't do anything to stop her.

Guess it's up to me now.

I cleared my throat as I took another swig from the bottle. The bitch finally turned to me and cocked her head. "I'm sorry, do I know you?"

I must've looked furious because Dean's discomfort turned into amusement.

"I'm not sure. I sure as hell don't know you, though. What the hell are you doing in my house, groping my boyfriend?"

Her jaw dropped and her hand automatically went back to her side. "O-oh. I'm so sorry! I had no idea!"

I made a face. "Yeah, sure. Can you leave now?"

She stood there, gaping like a fish before she turned red and scurried away. I exhaled a breath of patience and turned to Dean.

All scolding I had prepared died on my tongue with the way he was looking at me. It's like his eyes were smoldering into my soul.

Without warning, he grabbed my wrist and began dragging me through the house and straight out the door.

He didn't speak until we were walking along the sidewalk. "That was hot."

"Huh?"

He paused his walking to look at me. "The way you told off that girl. That was like the hottest thing I've ever seen."

Sober me would've been embarrassed. Drunk me enjoyed this very much. "Well someone had to do it."

He gave me a sheepish smile before continuing our walk. It had just occurred to me to that we left my own party. And I wasn't even sad about it. In fact, I was grateful.

I was so content that I grabbed Dean's hands and started waltzing with him. He laughed at first but started moving with me. He was just as sloppy as me.

"What's this for?"

"I'm just so happy," I giggled, letting him twirl me. His laughter echoed throughout the empty neighborhood. "So, so happy."

"Me too," he replied with a huge smile on his face. He stopped the twirling and wrapped his arms around me when I got dizzy and crashed into his chest. "I love you."

"I love you," I dreamily responded. "I'm cold too. Can we go back inside?" My teeth chattered as the harsh wind bit at my skin. His arms automatically rubbed against my bare arms, warming me up yet causing more goosebumps.

He kissed the top of my head and led me back to the house. Before we got in, he paused at the door. "Did I tell you how hot you look?"

"Yes," I laughed. "Don't stop."

"So, so hot," he seriously responded before pulling me back into the sweaty house. I didn't even mind though. As long as we were together.

We eventually found our friends again and joined them in one of the quieter halls. We all sat on the floor, me in between Dean's outstretched legs. I leaned back into his chest and his arms wrapped around my stomach.

"Let's play a game!" Kim suggested.

"What game, cupcake?" her girlfriend asked. Both were drunk. Both were also spending the night so it didn't matter.

"Never have I ever!" Emma suggested eagerly. That was the game where someone named something they never did and if you did do it, you had to drink.

We all unanimously agreed.

"I'll start. Um... never have I ever kissed a girl," Emma said, looking directly at the two gay girls in our group. It turned out, every one of us took a sip of our drink except her, which surprised her. I don't think she realized that all of the boys here have kissed a girl. And me, of course.

"Never have I ever skinny-dipped."

"Never have I ever done two people at once."

"Never have I ever been slapped by a girl after using a perverted pickup line." That one was directed specifically to Dylan but Dean drank too, which intrigued me.

The game went on for a while but I ended up getting bored because I wasn't really drinking that much. Not that I wanted to drink a lot, but I felt bored just sitting there.

I tilted my head upward until Dean came into view. "Let's dance?" I asked. He shrugged and I took that as a yes. I stumbled up and he followed. After saluting my friends goodbye, I tugged him toward the dance floor.

A flash of honey brown hair came into view. Reece! I went to approach him but I froze when I saw he was making out with someone.

A redheaded cheetah to be specific.

I slowly turned to Dean to see the same look of horror on his face.

"What... what do we do?" I asked in a panic.

Either he chose to ignore me or he didn't hear. He marched right up to Reece and yanked him by the shoulder.

Reece stiffened. "What the hell–Oh. Dean."

"What the fuck, Anderson! Out of all the girls to fuck around with, you choose Skylar?"

Skylar stood between the boys. "Stop it! Dean, I'm a grown-ass adult who can kiss anyone she wants."

"But Reece?" Dean hissed, pointing to his friend.

I awkwardly slipped next to Reece as the other two bickered. He turned to me and flashed a charming smile before giving me a quick hug.

"You made it!" I smiled.

"Yup!"

"So..." I trailed, looking at the pair of friends. Their arguing now involved expressive hand gestures. "Skylar, huh?"

He softly chuckled. "You have no right to judge. This time last year, you were making out with me."

I defensively threw up my hands. "No judgment. Just curiosity. Is this... is this a one-time thing?"

He lazily shrugged with a small smile on his face. "I always kinda liked her. We'll see how this goes."

My eyes widened as I whipped my head to face him. "You LIKED her?!"

He raised an amused brow. "Yeah, you couldn't tell?"

"No!"

"Well, yeah. Always did. Just thought why not shoot my shot?"

I sympathetically pat his arm. "Good luck dealing with that one." I nodded my head toward Dean. Just like Dylan was overprotective of me, Dean was the same way with Skylar. I didn't really mind it once I realized the dynamic of their relationship. Sure, they had crossed boundaries I never even touched on with Dylan, but I don't think he'd do that to me.

Reece laughed, clutching his belly. "You think he can stop me?" I knew he could. Reece respected Dean. A lot. He'd die for him. "He doesn't really have a say in this."

"Right," I drawled as I looked back at them. Skylar was smirking while Dean was fuming. I couldn't help but notice how hot he looked. When Sky's eyes snapped to me, I took the hint. I walked over to Dean and entwined my hand with his. "Come on, let's go. We'll talk about this tomorrow, okay?"

Dean reluctantly let me pull him away. As I did that, I turned to Reece and winked. His face turned a light shade of pink, which made me cackle like a witch.

Dean was no longer in the mood to dance. He ended up dragging me to a secluded hallway, and I let him. He pressed me against the wall and kissed me furiously.

My hand stroked his cheek as he got all his frustration out.

Then something shifted between us.

He was no longer kissing because he was pissed. No, now it was a lustful kiss. He hasn't kissed me like this in a long, long time. I think it was to restrain himself or maybe because I kept throwing myself at him. Either way, I missed these kisses.

He moaned in my mouth as he pushed up closer to me. His hands stroked my sides as I wrapped my hands in his hair.

After kissing me senseless, he broke away. "We have spectators."

My head turned slightly to see a group of people watching us like we're in a porno. I rolled my eyes but one glare from Dean had them running away. My index finger teasingly trailed up his chest. "Upstairs?"

He nodded.

I grabbed his hand but paused when we reached the bottom of the stairs. I placed my room key in the palm of his hand. "Go up, I'll be there in a second."

He gave me a confused look but nodded and kissed me one last time before running up.

As soon as he was out of sight, I did a happy dance. Then I ran to find the only other guy friend I had besides Dylan.

The pirate and play bunny were easy to spot and I ran over to them. "Will. Will. Will."

They both looked amused as I basically oozed enthusiasm. "Yes, Bella?"

"I need a condom. Now." I had condoms that I stole from Dylan but after I realized Dean wasn't giving in, I put them somewhere and my brain was too foggy to look for them right now.

Emma's eyes widened in excitement while he just rolled his eyes. He grumbled some words as he pulled out his wallet and gave me the foil square. I stood up and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

And then I ran upstairs. I was surprised at how coordinated I was for being buzzed. When I got to my room, I found the door locked. A frown found my face as I repeated jiggled the doorknob. I also stuffed the condom in my bra.

The door opened just a crack. "Go find another room."

"Dean! It's me!"

The door swung wider and I was snatched in. As soon as it was closed, he pushed me against it while locking it again.

Urgent. That's what his lips felt like. We were making out like rabid animals. My hands were tangled in his hair, his were roaming my body like I was a map and he intended to discover every inch of me.

"God, Arabella, you drive me crazy," he whispered as he peppered kisses against my neck. I moaned when he reached my earlobe, teasing me with his teeth.

I needed his lips again. I cupped his face and forced his lips onto mine. He brought his hands to my thighs and indicated for me to jump. I latched on to his torso and his arms supported me.

I was feeling giddy inside as he walked me to my bed. God, I hope tonight is the night.

"Lie down," I ordered. His brows quirked in surprise but he did as I said. I quickly straddled him and began planting kisses on his jawline. Slowly, I untied the string of his cape until it fell flat against the mattress. My hands shook as I tried to unbutton his shirt. He grabbed them and kissed them before sitting up slightly and ripping the shirt open, making buttons fly everywhere. He casually slipped it off his arms and laid bare-chested. My jaw dropped as I watched in awe. "That was seriously hot."

He smiled but my lips attacked his and slowly reached down to touch every inch of exposed skin. It was only when I got to his waistband did he grab my shoulders and stop me.

The disappointment was starting to set in from the deja vu.

"Did you drink enough to blackout?"

I shook my head. "I'm barely even drunk. Just buzzed."

Conflict flashed behind his eyes. "I don't... I don't want to take advantage of you."

I hovered above his face. "I'm the one taking advantage of you." Just to prove my point, I rubbed against his already rising crotch. He moaned lightly before looking at me with those dark eyes of his.

"I don't know if this is a good idea."

Okay, that isn't a no. I can work with this.

"Scouts honor, I'm not drunk enough to be taken advantage of and I'll remember this in the morning."

He narrowed his eyes slightly. "And what if you regret it?"

I leaned down until my breath fanned his ear. He shivered. "With you? I could never."

"Fuck. Fuck!"

"It's hot when you curse," I mumbled as I kissed the tender skin under his ear. Another shiver.

His hands held on to my hips, gripping tightly. I could feel the self-control deteriorating, which made me triumphantly smile.

"I wanted to plan something special."

I sat up and moved my hair to one side of my face. "Who the fuck cares? You're here, I'm here. That's special enough."

He lazily grinned. "How'd I get so lucky."

I leaned down and brushed my lips against his. "Less talking, more kissing."

*Mature scene ahead. Be warned. Can be skipped because it adds literally nothing to the plot!*

As if a switch flipped, Dean dominated. I could tell he wanted to just rip my clothes off and take me right then and there, but he knew it was my first time. He had to be gentle.

Still, he didn't lack passion. He flipped us over so he was on top of me now. I could see the calculating gaze as he figured out how to go about this.

At that point, I said fuck it and pulled his head toward me. From then, he went on autopilot. His hands slid up my ridden-up dress. His warm fingers stroked my naval and I shivered from the gesture.

He pulled away but never took his eyes off me. "Are you sure?"

I was so utterly sure. Even the drunkness was fading away as his touch electrified every single nerve in my body. "One hundred percent."

He smiled and kissed me gently one last time before tugging on the hem of my dress. I sat up and let him pull it off of me, an act of intimacy that curled my toes.

His eyes raked my underwear-clad body and I wanted to smack myself for not wearing the lingerie I bought for this occasion. Instead, I was wearing a black bra and navy blue underwear. Still, he didn't care. His eyes darkened as he drank up every last detail of my body. He had seen me in my underwear before, and even skimpier bathing suits, but this was more intimate. Much more intimate.

"Jesus, Bella," he muttered under his breath. Just hearing the appreciation in his voice made my heart swell up.

He shook his head to focus again and slowly peeled off my fishnet stockings. He took his time, his fingers grazing my legs as he did. I clamped my eyes shut as the butterflies got too intense.

Then, he was above me again. "Tell me if you want to stop, okay?"

I was so breathless I could only nod.

He gave me one quick kiss on the lips but I deepened it. I needed it. He sensed that too because his hands curled into my hair, getting us as close as possible.

The urgency returned. One hand remained in my hair while the other trailed on my inner thigh. He was close to dangerous territory and I just wanted him to full send.

He pulled away again, only to strip from his jeans. His boxers hung low on his waist, exposing his deep v-line. My mouth literally watered at the sight but soon he was back on top of me. Kissing my lips, kissing my jaw, kissing my neck.

His kisses eventually got lower and I tensed when he neared my bra. He paused to make sure I was okay. After a quick nod, he resumed. He kissed down my cleavage and straight to my belly button. His hands toyed at my bra straps and he kissed me harsh enough for me to arch my back. In that time, he managed to use one hand to unhook my bra. He took his time peeling off the straps. He slowly began to remove my bra but I held his head down and kissed him again.

He pulled away.

"I want to see you. All of you."

My cheeks reddened but I nodded. He pulled away and tossed the bra to some unknown corner of my room. I made a mental note to find it later. Maybe box it somewhere special.

I can't believe I spent hundreds of dollars on lingerie and I didn't even wear it tonight.

Dean collapsed on top of me, burying his head in the crook of my neck. I noticed he liked doing that a lot, especially when he was overwhelmed. "You're so fucking perfect," he whispered against my skin.

I had no words. All of his actions left me breathless. Even the simplest of looks had me gasping for air.

So instead I kissed him. It was the only way I could let him know that I appreciated him.

"I'm going to try something first, okay?"

I nodded and felt his hand slowly trail down the length of my body until it reached the top of my underwear. My eyes automatically closed and he let me.

His fingers slid under the cotton fabric and I gasped as he reached my opening. Even with my eyes closed, I felt his gaze bore into my face. He was gauging my reaction. His fingers spun in circles as he rubbed me. A new type of tingling sensation made my toes curl. I had never experienced this type of pleasure before. My back arched just a tiny bit and he took it as encouragement to keep going. My hands slowly fisted the sheets beneath me.

His warm lips found mine as he continued to rub me. "I'm going to enter now," he mumbled against my lips. I nodded and gasped when I felt a finger slide inside of me. He continued kissing me as he slid in a second one. My legs tensed as he continued to bring me into a pleasureful downfall.

"Dean, please," I begged as he teased me with his slow fingers.

"God, Arabella, you're so fucking wet," he groaned. That felt like it should embarrass me but it turned me on a little.

"Dean," I whispered breathlessly. I wanted more. I needed more. I needed him. Fully.

His hand slipped out of me and I whimpered at the loss of contact. Very slowly, his hands hooked around my underwear and brought them down my legs. He flung them somewhere while maintaining eye contact with me the entire time.

I felt like I was going to burst.

He muttered a series of curse words before going to his pants and probably fishing out a condom. My eyes fell on the square packet that fell out when my bra was taken off. It was lying on the bed and he must not have noticed it falling out.

I picked it up and held it between my index and middle finger. "Dean." When he looked up, relief flooded his features. He flashed me a lopsided grin before crawling back into bed with me.

Right away, I eyed his crotch feeling guilty. Was I supposed to do something for him like he did for me?

He must've noticed my staring because he longingly kissed me. "No. It's your night tonight."

"Are you–"

"More than anything." He had that smoldering look in his eyes that shut me up right away. I nodded again. He trailed more kisses down my body, giving me a hickey at some point. One of his hands held him up while the other palmed my breasts. I never thought the feeling could be so pleasurable, but he made it that way. "Are you ready?"

"Yes," I breathlessly replied.

He sat up enough to kick off his boxers and my eyes zoomed in on his fully erect... buddy.

Oh my God I can't even say the word. How am I supposed to put it in me?

All I knew was that it was big and I was a hell of a lot more intimidated now.

He slid the condom on and positioned himself on top of me. "It's going to hurt."

"Okay."

"I'm going to try to talk you through it."

"Okay."

"Are you ready?"

"Yes."

First he took the tip and brushed it through my opening. Just the slight sensation was enough to make my toes curl. He kissed me ferociously like he was preparing me. Or maybe distracting me from the pain.

Then it penetrated the barrier.

My eyes clamped shut as I cried out in pain. Shit shit shit. It hurt like a bitch. Nobody ever prepared me for this type of pain.

He froze, kissing me harder until I was ready. Imagine how horrified I was to find out he wasn't even all the way in. When I nodded, he slowly pushed in. My nails dug into his shoulders and I'd probably leave a mark or two.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

My lips tasted salty. I opened my eyes and realized that I was crying. Hah, I was actually crying from the pain.

"It's okay. Just go slow," I whispered.

He nodded and buried his head in my neck again. He kept repeating apologies as he slipped out. For a second, the pressure was gone and brought immense relief. When he slid back into me, I cried out again. "Fuck. I'm sorry." And then he kissed my neck.

The cycle continued for some time. Dean would go slow, apologize for hurting me, and then kiss me to show he meant it. He kissed my lips, my neck, even my tears. I could tell it hurt him to hurt me, but it was something that needed to be done.

But soon, the pain subsided into discomfort, and eventually pleasure.

A moan escaped my lips as his hips buckled into me again. This time, it left me wanting more. He used one hand to cup my cheek and the other to rub my clit. I didn't imagine two different sensations could blend well together but it did. Really well.

"Dean," I gasped. "Faster."

My back arched straight into his chest as he pounded faster into me. His name left my lips in breathless moans. My name left his lips in throaty groans.

His lips frantically met mine again and I kissed him senseless. The tingling was doing something amazing to me. My nails raked his back in pleasure. His fingertips dug into my skin.

He entwined our hands and lifted them above my head.

"Is this okay?" he asked as he ground his hips against mine. I bit my lip and nodded. It was more than okay.

Then, I felt a buildup of pressure in my lower region. I clamped my eyes shut in anticipation. Stars danced behind my closed lids and I reached my peak. I felt lightheaded and heavy at the same time. My toes curled, my back arched, my entire body tingled.

It was pure ecstasy.

"Fuck, Dean," I panted. He was still stroking in and out, yet to reach his climax. He tensed when I spoke and I got the inkling that my words had some type of effect on him. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

He went back into my neck, his breathing heavy and his body tense. After one more pump, he let out a scandalous moan and collapsed on top of me. Even the weight of his body couldn't crush me. I felt like I was on top of the world.

"Fuck," he whispered in heavy breaths. All I did was nod.

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He rolled over on the bed. We both were naked, staring at the ceiling with heavy breaths.

I felt happy. I finally did it, and with someone I loved. It felt just as amazing as I thought it would be, minus the pain at the beginning. It was worth it though.

Dean propped himself on his side as his eyes roamed my face. "Say something," he pleaded. He sounded so vulnerable.

I closed my eyes and took a relaxing breath. "That was... wow."

"Good wow or bad wow?"

"Good," I said a little too quickly. "Definitely good." I bit my lip and angled my face toward him. "Was it worth the wait?"

He leaned down and brushed his lips against mine. "I'd wait eons for you just to make it feel that good."

I let out a sigh of relief. "Thank God, because I have a whole stash of outfits that I need to try."

"Did... did I miss something?"

"Kinda," I mused, thinking about how much better this night would've been if I had worn my nice underwear. When he continued to look confused, I deadpanned, "Lingerie."

His brows quirked in surprise. "Really?"

"Mhm," I chirped. "If someone had warned me earlier, I would've been prepared."

"I wanted it to be romantic."

I gained the courage to haul myself up. Right away, the soreness set it in and I winced. I wrapped my arms around his neck and lazily grinned. "It was romantic. It's technically Valentine's day now."

Amusement flickered in his eyes. "How did I even forget that holiday existed?"

"How did you? It was the night of your love confession, remember?" I beamed thinking about the night Dean confessed to me in the snow. I couldn't believe that was a year ago.

"Right," he drawled before kissing my nose. "Happy Valentine's day."

"Happy Valentine's day. Hope you buy me chocolate. And roses."

He shook his head in amusement. "And what about me? Don't I get anything?"

I suggestively wiggled my brows. "I may or may not have a new two-piece set that I need to try out."

He didn't hide his shock or his flustered state.

"I would put it on right now, but I think we should wait a little for round two."

He grimaced, probably thinking about my pain. "I'm sorry."

"Stop that!" I groaned, putting my hands to his bare chest. "Don't apologize. It was perfect, okay?"

"I just–"

"Ah. No, no. No more sad stuff. We're going to lay here and cuddle until I feel good enough to shower, okay?"

"I can always shower with you."

At first, I want to smack him for yet another suggestive comment but when I saw the seriousness on his face I halted.

"We don't have to do anything. Even better, we can take a bath together. It'll help ease your muscles." He got up and slid off the condom, tying it up and tossing it in the bathroom trash can. I heard the bath start running and I smiled as I sunk into my mattress.

The only that that seemed to be running through my head was: Dean Cullen is a very good first lay.