I didn’t realize how sexy it was when he told me to repeat it.He isn’t Paddy in this moment.He’s Patrick, the man who can undo me.
The moment he stepped into the room earlier at the ballet, I knew I wanted him.I’ve heard the rumors and stories, but he’s nothing like them.He’s gentle, sweet, and very domineering.He’s conscious of me in everything he does, putting me first.
His wide shoulders open me up so he can see my most intimate area.I start to squirm away and decide I need to tell him the truth.If he finds out any other way, he’ll think I was tricking him.
Reaching down my body, I lift his chin to look me in the eye instead of the staring contest he was having with my pussy.
“Don’t worry, sweets.I’ll take good care of you.”
“I need to tell you something.”
“Anything.”
“I’ve never done any of this.”I drop my eyes as I pull my top lip between my teeth.
He slides up my body and places his hand against the side of my head.Gently, he tilts my chin so I’m looking at him.
“Any of this meaning what?Say it, sweets.”
“I’m a virgin.”
His head falls to my forehead, and his body shudders.“Fuck.A better man would roll over and walk away right now, but I’m not a good man.”
I can’t stand him saying that.I lift his head to look at me again.“You’re the man I choose.”
“Thank fuck.”
His lips take mine in a deep kiss, and I want to tell him so much more.Like how this isn’t just a one-night thing for me.Instead, I kiss him back.I’ll deal with my feelings later.
He slides his hands up and down my body.When he breaks the kiss, my thighs are squeezing together to relieve the ache at my core.Patrick moves back down, his lips tracing a path along my skin.Words leave his lips, but I know they are just said to make me feel special.
“You’re mine now.Only mine.”
When he’s back at my core, he doesn’t hesitate.He licks me from top to bottom, his tongue flicking my clit, making me jump.His arms wrap around my thighs, holding me open and at his mercy.He tongues my opening, then enters my channel like his cock will soon.I scream and moan loudly.
“Fucking tell me what you like, sweets.Only me.”
He slides a long, thick finger into me, and I buck so hard he can’t latch onto my clit.
“Take it, baby,” he orders.
I try so hard, but my body is electrified with need.My hands in his hair push him back to sucking my clit, and he doesn’t disappoint.
I climb higher.My breathing staggered.My core clenching around his finger.When he slips another into me, he rubs that part the other dancers talk about.My vision blurs, and my heart stops.I scream long and loud as everything in me explodes.
Patrick moves over me and positions his cock at my entrance as I’m coming down.He builds me back up, and when I start to climb again, he pushes into me in one long thrust.My legs wrap around his body, holding him to me.The pinch of pain is minor, then all I feel is fullness and the edge of ecstasy.
“You’re mine now,” Patrick growls before kissing me.This kiss is tender, soft, and makes my heart speed up.He pulls away.“Thank you for that gift, Daria.”He pulls out slowly, then thrusts back in, long and slow.
I arch my neck and dig my head into the bed as I close my eyes.
“Eyes on me, sweets.Always.”
His voice is huskier than it was before, and I look up into his soft green eyes.I watch his face as emotions float across it.His gaze is focused on me, and the moment is deeper than anything I’ve ever felt before.His eyes darken, and emotions bombard me as my desire ramps up again.My breath catches as his pupils dilate, the black overcoming the pale green, and his breathing increases.
I hold on to Patrick, afraid I’m going to burst apart completely.
“Patrick?”I ask.I’m scared of the feelings building inside me.
