"Have you ever done this before?" I ask.
She shakes her head. "No. I've never... touched a man like this. Show me how you like to be touched.”
“You want to learn how to please me?” I ask.
She nods. “Yes, please.”
The combination of innocence and boldness nearly undoes me.
"Then I'll teach you. I'll show you exactly what I like."
I take her hand, guiding it to my cock, already hard and straining against her palm. She gasps at the feel of me, the velvety softness over the steel-hard length. I cover her hand with mine, showing her how to grip me, how to move her hand up and down my shaft.
"Like this," I murmur. "Firm but gentle. Not too fast, not too slow."
She nods as she mimics my movements, her hand sliding over my length. I groan, my head falling back, my eyes closing.
"Fuck," I growl, my hips moving in time with her strokes. "Just like that. You're a natural."
Emboldened by my words, she experiments, varying her pressure, her speed, watching my face for reactions. Mybreathing grows ragged, my body tensing, and I know she's doing something right.
"Fuck, Viviana," I groan, my hand covering hers, guiding her movements. "You're driving me crazy. I've never felt anything like this."
She looks up at me, her eyes wide with wonder. "Really?"
I nod. "Really. You're so innocent, so pure, and yet you're touching me like you own me. It's intoxicating."
I move her hand faster, showing her the rhythm I like, the pressure that makes me lose control. I swell in her hand, my body tensing, and I know I'm close.
“Is this good?” she whispers. “Am I doing it right?”
“Fuck, yes.”
With a final, firm stroke, I come, my body shuddering, my cock pulsing in her hand. I groan her name, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
As I come down from my high, I pull her close, my arms wrapping around her, my lips capturing hers in a deep, possessive kiss while the water rains down on us both. She melts into me, her body molding to mine.
“Was that okay?” she asks hesitantly, her fingers tracing patterns on my skin.
In that moment, I realize something the dynamics has changed between us.
I wrap my hands in her hair and pull her head back to look into her eyes. “Yes, you were a verygood girl.”
Chapter 15: Damon
I wait until I hear her bedroom door close before I allow myself to think about how fucked this situation has become.
Viviana Bonacci was a virgin.
And now she's not.
I sit on the edge of my bed, staring at the spot where I fucked her hours ago, and try to calculate the damage. In my world, there are rules about this kind of thing. Unspoken but understood rules that have kept families from tearing each other apart for generations.
Rule one: you don't touch another man's daughter without permission.
Rule two: you especially don't touch another man's virgin daughter.
Rule three: if you break rules one and two, you either marry her or die.
