Lily barely had a chance to glimpse Trevor's modest home before he pulled her inside his bedroom. The door closed behind them, instantly dimming the light. She sensed something unusual in the air—not unpleasant, but not entirely pleasant either—a faint, sweet muskiness that made her heart race when she breathed it in.

Trevor was nothing if not direct. After shutting the door with one hand, he tugged Lily straight toward his bed with the other. As that blue-covered mattress loomed closer, her heartbeat quickened with every step.

Is this really happening so fast? she thought. Shouldn't there be kissing first, some embracing, maybe touching before...

Before she could finish her thought, Trevor had brought her to the edge of the bed and firmly seated her on it. Nervously, Lily looked up at him, his expression darkened with intent. Her lips parted to speak, but Trevor gently pushed her shoulder, sending her tumbling backward.

Her head landed on the soft mattress with a quiet thump—not painful, but disorienting, leaving her momentarily breathless. While she was still gathering her wits, Trevor bent over her, flipped up her skirt, and pulled her plain white underwear down to her knees in one swift motion.

Lily gasped sharply, instinctively covering herself with one hand while trying to prop herself up with the other. She barely managed to sit halfway up before Trevor's palm found her shoulder again, effortlessly pushing her back down like a ragdoll.

His gaze fell to where her hand protected her most intimate area, then traveled across her tightly closed thighs. With narrowed eyes, he pressed his knee forward, easily parting her slender legs, then removed her defensive hand with a firm grip.

Her partially opened legs gave Trevor a clear view of her untouched flesh—the neat, sparse hair, the small pink folds with their thin seam revealing a glimpse of enticing red and subtle moisture.

"Wait—just wait," Lily stammered, trying again to push herself up with her free hand.

Trevor glanced up briefly, then leaned down harder, trapping her half-raised body in suspension.

"Wasn't this your idea? You asked me to check, and now you want to wait?" His eyes locked onto her panicked gaze as his fingertips explored the center of her thighs.

Lily's body tensed immediately. She drew in a sharp breath and instinctively tried to close her legs, but to no avail.

His fingers gently stroked the delicate pink folds, causing Lily's hips to jerk. Her supporting arm gave way, and she fell back onto the bed.

Trevor followed her down, bringing his lips close to hers without actually kissing her—just brushing against them. "Relax," he murmured. "You're so tight I can't even get one finger in. How am I supposed to verify your claim?"

Lily's previously pale face flushed crimson. Her heart clenched, and to her embarrassment, her small opening involuntarily contracted, releasing a thin trickle of warmth.

"Huh." Trevor felt the wetness against his fingertips and let out an amused chuckle. He moved his lips to her ear and whispered, "So you like that kind of talk?"

His warm breath swept across her ear, making Lily shrink her shoulders and turn away. Trevor clearly noticed the goosebumps spreading across her ear, neck, and cheeks—tiny reactions that inflamed his desire.

Just from a breath she responds like this—she'll be so wet when I take her! He was growing impatient.

With that thought, Trevor's eyes narrowed again as he pressed his middle finger against her entrance, using her own moisture to ease the way.

She was still incredibly tight, allowing only his first knuckle to enter before her muscles clamped down around him. This little liar! This tight and she had the nerve to claim she wasn't a virgin? To tempt him by asking him to check? Was she trying to provoke him beyond control?

With deliberate intent, Trevor gave Lily no time to adjust. He pushed his finger forward forcefully until he felt the resistance of her hymen.