He struggled to ease his movements, trying to soften the forceful thrust of himself into her tight body, still battling the overpowering urge to fully immerse himself within her. “I want her, I am too damn hungry for her.” He cursed and moved faster. Angela cried out at the sudden intense penetration, feeling pain inside her as he took her like a wild beast. “Please, be gentle with me.” Angela could only plead silently, but the drug made her body crave more; her hips moved instinctively, and her fingers tightened to keep herself still. She bit her lower lip, feeling trapped and tormented by her own desires and weakness. “Tell me you want me,” he demanded, their heavy breathing matching each other’s. A trembling moan of surrender escaped her lips. “Please I do, I want you Damon. You know I want you, I do.” She cried out, clutching his shoulders and holding onto him tightly as her legs wrapped around his waist, taking all of him inside her. Her eyes widened in surprise as the pleasure surged into a consuming ecstasy. Antonio noticed her expression of surprise and wished it could last forever, to stay connected with her indefinitely, but he knew his only chance was due to the drug in her system. “Then get on top and ride it just like you want it,” he growled. Angela complied, and Antonio lay down below with a wicked grin as she squatted over his groin. “Push it in a bit further,” he breathed heatedly. “It’s too big…I am in pain.” Angela sobbed. “Freckles, you are an irresistible bitch,” he murmured in his deep voice, holding her by the waist and pushing her deeper into him. Angela's eyes widened in grief, the song in the background drumming in her head. 🎵Give me tough love Leave me with nothin' when I come down My kinda love🎵 🎵Push me and choke me 'til I pass out🎵 We don't gotta be in love, no I don't gotta be the one, no I just wanna be one of your girls tonight We don't gotta be in love, no I don't gotta be the one, no I just wanna be one of your girls tonight, oh🎵 🎵Push me down, hold me down Spit in my mouth while you turn me on I wanna take your light inside Dim me down, snuff me out Hands on my neck while you push it out And I'm screamin' out🎵 Suddenly, he began thrusting in and out of her with a furious, frenzied rhythm, overwhelming her with an intense force that dragged her back rapidly and forced her over and over again. Angela whimpered and cried more as she felt herself breaking apart. “Don't be lazy, put in more effort,” he said harshly as he pressed into her soft behind. “My insides are hurting..I think it's going to break me.” Angela cried uncontrollably like a child. “You will adjust to it,” Antonio murmured, fighting his own urges, but it was too late. Ecstasy had completely taken over him, reminding him of Fefe's prediction of his failed withdrawal method. He had been an expert at controlling himself until now; he was completely weak for her. With a loud moan, he laid her down on the bed and leaned into her until they couldn’t be any closer. As tiny convulsions swept over him, he held her tightly and released himself into her, filling her completely. He felt utter fulfillment at last, something he had never experienced before in his life. With a feverish gasp, he collapsed onto his back, flinging his arm over his face, struggling to catch his breath. What the hell was that? he screamed in his mind. His relationships with women had always been casual, toying with each one, torturing them and watching them cry in pain, see them fulfilled, and then dump them. So why had he turned into a caveman with possessiveness and intensity that he didn’t understand? What the hell had happened to him, some kind of spell? He heard quiet sobs, and his heart skipped a beat as he glanced at Angela. She curled into his arms, her shoulders visibly shaking uncontrollably. She was crying. He wanted to ask if she was alright, but that would be a dumb question. Of course she wasn’t; the drug seemed very active in her system, he thought. He rose onto an elbow and placed his hand on her hips. She shuddered and sobbed, which hurt somehow. His brow twitched, and he gulped hard. He studied her as she cuddled up with him like a kitten, her long dark hair cascading down her pale, slim waist. His eyes went to her trembling shoulder. Suddenly, she looked so delicate and fragile to him, making him want to protect her at all costs. “Freckles…I” he stopped and cursed. He had no excuse whatsoever to give. She had been so close to him, being a virgin, yet he had taken her like a possessed man and hurt her. She was definitely not the first virgin, but the first to kill him with guilt. Why couldn't he control his urges back then? Since when was control even a thing he considered? He stared down, watching her movements—jerky and tense, her laps stained with red fluid. He stiffened. What the hell had happened to him? He didn’t even recognize himself. She must have done something to him. She should be grateful that she lost her virginity to Antonio Montero. Most women wished their first man had been like him. All he had to do was treat her as a toy like the others, but instead, he had this urge to hold her and comfort her. “Freckles, look at me, I want to see you’re okay.” He spoke to her. She opened her eyes slowly, tears rolling down her cheeks. She still couldn't see his face clearly. “Why wouldn’t I be okay? I just lost my virginity to the man I love. I should be pretty pleased with myself. You gave me what I wanted, right? Please don't ever leave me, Damon.” She sobbed. Seeing her sad eyes breaking him, he had never imagined one could display such emotions. Her eyes reflected sorrow, then a lazy grin appeared on her lips. Her voice was small and fragile. “Angela…” He called her by her name. She raised a finger to show she wasn’t done yet and, for the first time, he listened to someone other than his grandma. “I am just sad you didn't go easy on me, Damon. You made me beg for it. I hate that you treated me like a bitch. I don't like that feeling, I don't, but I am glad it was you,” she chuckled and sniffed roughly. Antonio said nothing. He stared at her for minutes until she fell asleep, resting on him.