I let out a low breath. One I had no idea I'd been holding.
She isn't going to leave. Not now, not ever.
Then I kiss her.
This time, there’s no hesitation. No restraint.
Her mouth opens beneath mine, soft and warm, and everything I’ve held back surges forward. I roll her gently onto her back, bracing my weight above her, and her legs instinctively wrap around me, pulling me closer.
The way she moves against me, trusting, open—it undoes me.
She gasps when I trail kisses down her throat, her fingers threading into my hair.
“You’re sure?” I murmur, my lips against her skin.
“Yes,” she breathes. “I want you.”
That’s all I need.
I kiss her again, flip her on her back. I want to taste every inch of her—show her how good it can feel.
But before I can take her, she surprises me.
Her fingers slip down between us, tentative, trembling. I follow her gaze down to my hard length.
“I want to... try,” she whispers, her voice almost shy. “I’ve never… done this before.”
Fuck.
The way she says it, unsure, breathless, so eager to please, makes my entire body tense. I brace myself above her, barely holding back.
“Go slow,” I grit out, my voice rougher than I mean it to be. “You don’t have to…”
“But I want to,” she says. And then her hand closes around me.
She’s awkward at first, unsure of her rhythm, too light in her touch. ButGod, it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt. Her learning me. Her watching my face, her lips parting when she hears the sharp sound I make in the back of my throat.
“That’s it,” I murmur, my hand sliding into her hair as I guide her. “Just like that,angioletto.”
She tightens her grip, gaining confidence, and the pleasure spikes hard. I bite down on a curse.
“Does it feel good?” she asks.
My answer is a low, guttural groan.
When I can’t take it anymore, I stop her, pulling her hand away and kissing her like I’m starving.
I flip her onto her back, body trembling with restraint.
“Now it’s my turn,” I growl.
I settle between her thighs, spreading them slowly, reverently, until she’s open for me. Her breath catches, eyes wide as she watches me look at her—reallylookat her.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur, voice thick. “You don’t even know, do you?”
She shakes her head, cheeks flushed, eyes full of nerves and need.
I lean down and kiss her inner thigh. Once. Twice. Then higher. I want her to feel worshipped. Cherished. Claimed.
