Jewel

(Note: Chapter 1 was updated! If you read the version that was only a couple of paragraphs please read it again!)

Seraphina wasn't sure what made her shudder harder - the feeling of his body capturing hers against the wall or the words that he was uttering next to her ear. His lips moved, brushing down her cheek to her neck - just gently brushing over her soft, sensitive skin.

"Please, Wesker..." She muttered softly. Was she begging him to let her go though? Or was she begging to feel more.

He pulled her away from the wall, not responding with a single word. Effortlessly he carried her over to her bed and laid her down on it, placing her on her back. He took a single step back then, shirking off that expensive leather coat and tossing it aside - it landed almost perfectly on the back of an old wooden chair that was sitting in front of an even older desk.

She took a moment to stare up at his powerful form. Without the jacket she could see even more of his impressive form. The tight fitting shirt revealed his sculpted chest and stomach and now that the coat was gone as well she could see that he seemed to work just as hard on his arms.

"Take off your sweater," another command, "and then your jeans."

Snapping out of her momentary daze, Seraphina sat up, stuttering again, "W-Wesker. I r-really..."

He pushed her onto her back again with a simple movement, pressing his hand into her shoulder - easily knocking her back so she was looking up at him again.

"Take them off," he said with a devlish smile, "or I will take them off for you."

"No, wait!"

But he didn't.

When she didn't obey and take off her clothing he made good on his promise, moving forward quickly, placing a knee on the bed for support. He grasped the bottom of her sweater, quickly pulling it up, uttering simply, "If you raise your arms, I won't have to wrestle you out of it." She obeyed this time, raising her arms to let the sweater slip off of her easily. Her jeans were off then before she knew it. His hands hand instantly gone to the button of her pants after he had disposed of the sweater by tossing it aside onto the floor. He quickly pulled her pants down, grasping her shoes at the end to pull them off as well. He disposed of these in the same manner, simply tossing them aside.

As he looked down at her she looked right back up at him.

She was relieved, and a little surprised admittedly, to see a look of subtle approval.

"Are you going to be able to remove the rest yourself or will I have to take care of those as well?" He asked, referring to the plain white undergarments that she wore - she didn't have the money or the shopping time to worry about fancy undergarments. Besides, she hadn't figured anyone would be seeing what she was wearing under her clothing.

Looked like she was wrong.

"Wh-what about you?" The words simply slipped out of her mouth.

He chuckled softly, deeply in reply. "I suppose I ought to be a little more fair." He grasped the bottom of his own shirt, pulling it off slowly and then tossing it onto the same chair that he had thrown his jacket on to.

Now she was unable to tear her eyes away from him. Though the shirt had left little to the imagination - seeing his bare skin seemed to make everything much more real - and made those sensations pool in her groin again, making her reflexively tighten her legs and press them tightly together. She watched him grin in satisfaction - he seemed to approve of her reaction.

"Now you." He said sternly.

This time she slowly responded, sitting up slightly to reach behind her to unlatch her bra. He didn't seem to be feeling very patient though as he moved forward again to grasp the straps of her bra and pull them forward, lifting the item of clothing away from her chest - revealing her creamy, ample breasts.

The feeling of one of his hands pressing against and grasping one of her breast made her gasp and shudder - creating another grin on Wesker's lips.

"You are lovely," he whispered against her ear, making her tremble. She could feel his other hand slowly moving down her stomach and under her panties.

She gasped deeply and jumped, trying to move back, "Wait!" she gasped, "I don't - Wesker, please..."

"Shhh..." The hand that had been on her breast now moved to hold her in place, his arm circling around her to disallow her to move backwards like she had tried. "Remember," he said softly, "Relax."

* * *

She was wet. So wet.

It delighted him.

She wanted him so badly, wanted him to touch her so badly and yet she was continuing to fuss, to occassionally attempt to refuse his advances. Attempt was the key word. He would not allow her to refuse though - he was not a man to be refused.

He wanted her.

He would have her.

And she would be his.

He was determined to make her scream his name in delight over and over again before the night was over.

And he was going to start here.

Gently, slowly he moved his fingers inside of her sweet womanhood. His fingers slid into her and he grinned, pleased. He could already feel how tight she was. A virgin perhaps? This night was getting better by the moment. The mere concept of claiming this woman's virginity was almost as exciting as the sex.

The feeling of her fingers grasping onto his arm only added to his satisfaction as he moved his fingers inside of her. One finger inside of her, he gently stroked her clit with his thumb, relishing the sound of her shuddered gasp and whimper of pleasure. He closed his eyes, loving the sensation of being able to make her react like that - loving possessing her. And he was just getting started.

His thumb slowly moved on her clit. He didn't want to overwhelm her just yet. He looked up at her, watching her writhe softly against the bed, her wide eyes staring down at him and her pink lips opened slightly to allow soft moans to pass through. "A-Albert..." She said softly.

He smiled at her and rubbed harder, thrusting another finger inside of her to join the first, "Wesker. Say Wesker."

"Ah! Wesker!" She cried out. Her legs were beginning to shudder - she rested her head back against the bed - closing her pretty blue eyes and gasping in pleasure. Was she getting so close to and orgasm so quickly? So sensitive!

How delightful.

His fingers moved more quickly, his thumb rubbing her clit now in quick, hard circles. He smiled and lowered his mouth to her thigh, brushing her lips against her inner thigh, lightly nipping her flesh - letting the sensations increase her quickly mounting pleasure.

"Come." He ordered her sternly, "Come for me, my little angel. My little jewel."

And she did. He felt her sweet pussy throbbing around her fingers as she came and he grinned, quite pleased.

Slowly, very slowly, he slipped his fingers out of her, lightly drawing them across her inner thigh, smirking proudly as she gasped and panted, trying desperately to catch her breath. He loved having a woman like this - claiming her, taking her. It was even better with a woman like this - unexperienced, shy, and yet so very eager for everything he would give her.

And he was planning on giving her plenty.

* * *

As she tried to recover, Seraphina felt him moving again, felt the bed dip as he crawled up onto it and hovered above her - smirking down at her. She felt him grasp her hand and in her current half-dazed and lust-filled state of mind, she allowed him to move her hand. She was a little startled when he rested her hand against his belt.

"Take it off for me." He ordered her before letting go of her hand and returning to her breasts. She couldn't help moaning softly as his hand began to knead her breast, the feel of his palm brushing against her nipple sent sensations pulsing through her.

"Do it," he said, reminding her of his order.

She obeyed, moving her other hand to join the other at his belt. She fumbled with it, doing her best to unlatch and release the strip of leather from the cold metal buckle that held it in place. She undid the belt and then moved to the button and zipper of his pants - undoing those as well as quickly as she could with her clumsy and inexperienced fingers.

She had to stop for a moment though as she felt the new sensation of his lips against her breast, brushing lightly along the sensitive skin and across her nipple.

Encouraged by the sensation she slipped her hand slowly into his pants - her curious fingers finding his hardened cock. Her fingers moved experimentally, lightly stroking him. He let out a soft, pleasure laced sigh - which only encouraged her more. She wrapped her fingers around him lightly, pulling her hand forward as his lips returned to her neck, nipping lightly at her skin.

The sound he made this time was more of a growl and it startled her. She started to pull her hand away.

"Did I tell you to stop?" He asked.

She shook her head no slowly.

"Then don't."

She wrapped her fingers around him again, returning to stroking him softly - earning herself another pleased groan from deep within his chest. Her stroking didn't last very long however as he reached down and brushed her hand away firmly saying simply,

"Enough."

For a moment she didn't understand. Then he moved, grasping the waistband of his pants and boxers and quickly disposing of them in the same manner as his shirt and jacket. His fingers quickly found the waistband of her panties and it was at that second that she felt a panic flare up in her throat.

"Wait!" She cried out for the hundredth time that night, trying to jump away from him quickly, to escape both his strong body and his steel glare.

"No."

The response was simple, but powerful as he used one hand grasping her shoulder to keep her in place and the other to strip the last article of clothing that separated them away from her body.

"Are you a virgin?" He asked as he grasped her hips with both hands.

"Wesker, I don't think I can do this!" She said, grasping one of his hands with her own.

He glared at her darkly, "Stop saying 'no' when you want it..." he smirked at her, "on second thought, go ahead. I don't really mind so much. Now - answer. Are you a virgin?"

She nodded slowly.

He smiled in almost a sinister manner, "Say it."

Seraphina swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly feeling so dry, "Yes."

"I am your first then. Good."

Suddenly he thrust inside of her. She cried out, almost involuntarily wrapping one of her legs around his waist.

To her surprise the pain wasn't too bad. She had expected it to be excrutiating, but it was really more of a simple sore feeling...That and the awkward feel of him inside of her - it certainly wasn't something she was used to.

"Does it hurt?"

Was he concerned? That seemed almost surprising to her.

"A-A little..." She answered truthfully. His only answer was to slowly pull out of her and then thrust in again - sending a quick shock of pleasure mingled with pain through her. She groaned softly, her fingers grasping the worn bedsheets below them.

He moved slowly one more time before starting to quicken his pace, thrusting inside of her a little more quickly, then a little harder. Each time he moved inside of her she pulled more pleasure from each movement.

"Oh...oh, Wesker..." She found herself gasping softly.

The imposing man smirked down at her, grasping her hips harder suddenly and pulling her into his thrusts. She ground against his hips as he thrust inside of her, bringing groans of pleasure from both of them.

He moved, lowering his body closer to hers and supporting himself with one arm pressed into the bed. His face was now right next to hers. He placed a quick kiss against her cheek, still thrusting in and out of her with increasing speed.

"You're mine..." He growled deeply in her ear. "Do you understand that?"

She moaned softly, her fingers grasping the sheets harder as his strong body worked above hers, thrusting into her over and over again.

"Answer me!" He demanded, his tone harsher this time as he thrust into her particularly hard, making her cry out.

"I understand! I understand!" She gasped - making another grin spread across his lips.

"That's my girl," he growled, "that's my good girl."

"Oh, Wesker please!" She moaned, her back arching in pleasure and her hips moving, trying desperately to meet his thrusts.

"Please what?" he responded, slowing his thrusts just a little, teasing her, "Still want me to stop, pet?"

She shook her head vigorously, if there was anything she wanted right now it was for him to not stop - ever.

"H-harder...P-please...Oh!" She moaned, closing her eyes tightly as he gladly complied, thrusting into her hard. He didn't let up though, keeping up with the strength of his thrusts, speeding them up again as well - the sounds of their bodies coming together over and over again was coupled with her cries of pleasure and the occassional growl and groan that Wesker let slip out along with his possessive words.

She could feel her orgasm rapidly approaching. Her hand finally let go of the bedsheets to instead cling to the man fucking her. She grabbed his shoulder hard, practically screaming now as he rammed himself inside of her almost viciously.

"Come." He growled, uttering the same command that he had given her before. "Come for me!"

He pushed one hand into the bed, lifting himself up above her higher. he grasped her hips with his other hand, angling her hips up towards him. the new angle made her scream in pleasure as each of his thrusts seemed to hit her harder.

"Oh! Oh Wesker! Wesker!!" Her body obeyed his orders as her orgasm washed over her - making her entire body shudder. She felt his arm circle around her hips, pressing her hard into his body as he came inside of her, a deep growl issuing forth from his throat.

After a moment of clinging to him and gasping to catch he breath, Seraphina felt her back lie flat against the sheets again as Wesker slowly released her and slowly pulled out of her, lying next to her.

she closed her eyes, breathing deeply - feeling exhaustion creeping over her.

She heard Wesker chuckle and opened her eyes just a crack. She felt him moving as he pressed against her back, wrapping his arm around her. She felt his lips press against her neck again. His arm moved as he grabbed the blanket at the end of the bed, pulling it up over her body.

She turned her head slightly to look at him.

How was he not just as exhausted as her?

A grin spread across his lips- a look she was starting to get used to.

"Go ahead and rest, my little jewel."

"Seraphina.." She mummbled softly.

"Hm?"

"My name is Seraphina."

He chuckled softly as she closed her eyes.

"My Seraphina then. Rest. I have plenty more planned for you."

With that promise in mind, she felt herself slowly slipping into sleep.

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And yes there will be more! (Unless I get reviews telling me that I and my story are both abominations). And please review! I am open to criticism, suggestions, whatever you have in your head! Hope you enjoyed this chapter!