Nearer to hell.

She took her panties off, put them on a hanger used for towels and stepped in the shower. The water was warm and so comfortable she nearly forgot what she was about to commit. But does it even count as a betrayal?

They were just members of the same alliance, who happened to enjoy each other's company. A lot. And this is the only way she could think of to forget about him. At least for some time. The need to be in a man's embrace was too strong and Dean was here and willing.

"It's done," She overheard Dean's voice coming out of the open door and watched him come closer.

He reached into the shower and turned off the water.

Dean could see the fear in her eyes, but also the hunger. He knew he had her exactly where he wanted her. He really wanted to make her suffer for thinking about another man when they were together, but what if he can satisfy her more?

What if he manages to steal her from that man?

"Come to bed," He said quietly, even though he wanted to pull her to the ground and pin her under his body to scare her. He wanted to see her frightened. But he also wanted to do - other things.

Dean lowered his head and licked the warm drops of water from her shoulder, trying so hard to remain calm.

"Lead the way," Anna asked him quietly and reached for a towel to wrap it around her body, so she wouldn't have to go naked through his huge apartment.

With every ounce of self control he had left in himself, he suppressed the need to strip her off, grab her by her elbow and drag her to some close room. He walked in front of her instead. Checking if she is following him from time to time.

"Be gentle. I like it slow," She said when they walked into his bedroom and he hesitantly hugged her, not sure what to do now. He wasn't used to this.

"Was he also gentle?" Dean asked quietly as he slowly unwrapped the towel covering her body.

"Does it matter? I'm trying to forget all about him, so please - be gentle and stop bringing him up," She whispered with her eyes on the ground.

"Why are you looking away then?" He smiled, and carefully made her raise her chin to force her look up to him. He met her gaze, his own filled with a mix of passion and determination. He kissed her once more, this time with a fierce intensity that left her breathless, before pulling away and whispering in her ear, "I'll make you forget him,"

He was extraordinarily calm. She was here, in his bedroom, on her own terms. All he could think about was the fact that he is going to get laid with his crush from the lab.

"I feel strange. It is weird to do these things with you," She said, with her mind drowned in all that vine and hid her face in his shirt.

He knew exactly what she was talking about. He used to despise her. But as the time flew, he realized how kind and considerate she was. And he soon grew to be obsessed with her. He wanted to own her. The idea that he was the one who was able to ruin her whole life made him excited.

She raised her hands to unbutton his shirt from up to bottom. She was nervous and wanted him to finally stop talking about Bugak.

Despite the fact that he was tall and looked good with clothes on, his body was hopelessly nonathletic. Thin and weak. Not her first choice for sure.

"Sorry I kept you waiting, Anna," Dean dropped his shirt on the ground and unzipped his pants to pull his dick out "Will you suck it for me?"

But she just watched him holding his cock with curious eyes.

"Anna?" He asked her again and touched her on her nape to make her move.

She once tried to play with Bugak's cock, but she just touched him a bit and he stopped her before she even got to the end.

This one was soft and looked - different. She had no idea what to do with it.

"I don't know how," She admitted after a few more moments.

Dean didn't know any better. He had only whores his whole life. Girls who were well trained and used to getting paid for their skills. They usually sucked him off and then let themselves fuck from behind, with single concern on their minds – to earn their tip.

He just realized that he had no idea how to satisfy a woman. He started to panic. He always just paid extra for a faked orgasm, to feed his ego, but this was completely new for him.

But she got closer and tried to touch him.

"Tell me what to do then," She asked him and tried to fondle him in her hand.

It felt weird, but he was so horny and her fingers so clumsy and warm it made him excited within a few strokes.

"Put it in your mouth, Anna," He groaned, but instead of forcing her to kneel down like he usually would, he held her closer and kissed her. And kissed her again. He wanted to fuck her so bad, but wasn't sure how to get to that point without making her scared.

They were still standing by the door, so let's maybe move it to the bed? He felt like a virgin himself, even though he was the one with experiences. Dean backed up and pulled her with him.

They both finally fell on the bed. He kissed her and tried to fondle her breasts in his hands, savoring the way she writhed beneath his touch, but he was in a hurry.

He could feel her resistance fading with each passing moment, until she was completely under his control. Dean had finally found someone who could match his own energy.

After a few moments of struggle, he finally thrusted deep inside her, making her cry out with shock.

His belt pressed and poked her soft thigh, not to mention that intense burning between her legs.

Her eyes were teary and full of fright of the unexpected pain.

He felt her nails digging to his skin as she tried to suppress the painful experience. She was too quiet, with only muffled groans leaving her lips as she tried to breathe it out.

But she was so tight and hot, he decided to move regardless. He never did it without a rubber. It felt incredible. It made him want to keep her forever.

He watched her trying to unsuccessfully endure his slow movements.

"It hurts. Don't move," She begged out of despair as he fastened up and tried to slow him down, without much effect. It left her startled, the pain forcing her to quickly sober up. That man was much stronger than she thought he would be.

There is no way she can handle him in a state like this. She was filled with fright. Comparing him to Bugak was a mistake. This was hell.

"Sorry," He growled, blinded by frustration mixed with escalating pleasure and finally stopped halfway in.

He had no idea it could be like this. It felt unreal. He suppressed the urge to grab her neck and give it a good squeeze to shut her up.

"Pull it out," She whimpered and restlessly wiggled under him.

"You will get used to it. Just wait it out a bit longer," He managed to breath out and tried his best not to move his hips any faster. His whole body shivered in excitement. He kissed her to calm her down a bit and it worked out like magic.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, so he thrusted deep into her insides again. But she yelped and squeezed his ribs between her knees so hard he had to stop again. Frustrated and angry.

"Pull it out! This won't work. I'll tell you what to do, just - please pull out," She whimpered and looked at him with an urge written all over her face.

He decided to respect her wish and backed up. He will take this favor back some other time. There was a red stain on his sheet, he realized. It really must have been painful.

"Sit on your heels. Put your index finger in, slowly. Thumb from your left right here. Here, yes. Press it and circle it slowly. Yes," She led his hands where she wanted to have them.

"Bend your finger a bit, not more than this," She said and showed the desired angle on her own fingers. 

"Slowly," She whispered with blush all over her face.

As the pain gradually subsided, she began to feel a sense of relief wash over her. Relaxing her tense muscles, she felt the weight of the pain slowly lifting, allowing her to finally find some pleasure.

"Second finger. I want a second one," She moaned after three or so minutes. He gladly obeyed her wish and wandered all over her with his desperate eyes. Every other pant she made grew louder and longer. He loved it. It was completely new for him.

"There!" She whined and made him return with his fingers to that spot he roamed by accident, when he pulled his fingers too far out. That's ridiculous, he started to doubt if she really even liked it, but he made a mistake and looked at her face.

As he gazed upon her, his eyes fixed on the sight before him, he couldn't help but notice the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she caught her breath.

Dean's eyes shifted back to the source of his fascination - her pussy, glistening with moistness. He couldn't deny it any longer - this really worked.

What about the third finger? Both his hands trembled as he tried to shove his ring finger in her tight hole. Worried that she might get angry, the exact opposite came.

She moaned out louder and hid her face behind her elbow. He moved his fingers just a few more times and she already panted heavily.

"Put it back in," Anna moaned restlessly and spread her legs wider. She was done waiting, she wanted to feel a dick inside of her again. Any dick. Bugak always made it feel so damn good she shivered with unbearable lust.

Her voice was like music to his ears, a siren's call that drew him deeper into this mess. He listened intently as she spoke, her words sending shivers down his spine. It was addictive.

"Take your trousers off, why are you still half dressed?" She laughed when she felt his cold belt on her skin again.

He chuckled and got back to her once he ditched them.

"I'm putting it in," He informed her quietly and finally thrusted in her pussy. It was definitely different than earlier. Softer, hotter. Better. It nearly swept his sanity away. She pulled him closer so they could kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"You good?" He managed to breath out before he slowly continued. His head was empty. He desperately tried to hold back to lengthen his pleasure, but he ended up going so rough she couldn't even breathe properly.

He knew it wasn't possible, he saw these two scars in her lower abdomen, but he wanted her to have his baby. He wanted to get her pregnant so bad, he even tried to pretend it was an option.

Dean buried his face in the sheets beside her head to wipe sweat from his face without even trying to slow down. It felt so good. He was so close.

Anna whined under him and desperately tried to ignore the burning sensation between her thighs. It finally felt good for her too, but he suddenly slowed down and pulled out with a short groan.

He laid down beside her and held her in his arms.

Was that it? All that pain for two minutes? No round two? No gentle cuddle? She was still excited to the brim, but he seemed to be satisfied and tired already. Anna was lying all stiff, nervous and disappointed.

"Dean, are you up?" She turned her head to him and whispered after another while, but he was already asleep. Anna slowly pulled away from him and covered herself with his bed cover, because he laid on the duvet.

It wasn't actually that bad, but it was so different. She couldn't help but find Dean to be a lover who lacked basic consideration for her needs. Anna fell asleep, exhausted and empty. With her soul teared to two.