But then, my brain short-circuits like a faulty toaster, and I backtrack faster than a politician caught in a lie. "Wait, hold up. Rewind. You've neverwhatnow?" I ask, my eyebrows shooting up so high they practically wave hello to my hairline.
I mean, I know she's innocent. Hell, she's a literal angel, all pure. But surely, she doesn't mean...
"I-I've never, you know..." she stammers, looking away shyly like a schoolgirl confessing her crush.
Holy mother ofFUCK. No way. No fucking way.
A virgin?
My mate, my other half, my goddamn soulmate, has never experienced the mind-blowing, toe-curling, life-altering magic of sex? Of orgasms? Of being worshipped by a man who knows his way around a woman's body like a kid in a candy store?
I think my dick just wept a single tear of joy.
This is too good to be true. It's like winning the lottery, but instead of money, I've hit the jackpot of sexual inexperience. I feel like I should be doing a fucking victory dance, spiking an imaginary football and screaming "Touchdown!" at the top of my lungs.
But I rein myself in, trying to play it cool—wouldn't want to scare off my blushing virgin bride with my overwhelming enthusiasm for popping her cherry.
"Cupcake, are you telling me..." I begin, my voice low and seductive, "that no man has ever had the pleasure of exploring your heavenly body? Of tasting your sweet nectar? Never experienced the earth-shattering, mind-blowing, oh-sweet-baby-Jesus orgasms that leave you a trembling, boneless heap?"
Seraphina flushes a delightful shade of pink, like a strawberry dipped in whipped cream.
Mmm, now there's an idea for later.
"N-no," she whispers, biting her lip in a way that makes me want to do it for her with my teeth. "I've never been with anyone. I've never... done anything."
Fuck me sideways and call me a virgin whisperer.
I mean, seriously, what are the odds? It's like I've stumbled into a unicorn sanctuary while wearing horseshoe underwear and carrying a four-leaf clover.
Forget about striking oil or finding a vein of pure diamonds. I've just discovered the Holy Grail of inexperience, the Ark of the Covenant of innocence, the freakin' Excalibur of untouched territory!
I'm watching her like a hawk, taking in every little detail. The way her breathing quickens, the flush spreads across her skin like wildfire. And that scent, that intoxicating aroma of arousal? It's hitting me like a freight train, making me want to drool like a starving man at a feast.
She's knocked back a few mugs of rum, and I can see the inhibitions melting away, the walls crumbling down. Her caramel eyes are swirling with desire, the golden flecks in her eyes shimmering like precious treasures. And fuck, I could drown in those depths and die a happy man.
"Lucian..." she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've never….been kissed."
Those words, that confession? It's like a punch to the gut and a shot of adrenaline simultaneously. We're so close now, our breath mingling, our lips a hair's breadth apart. I reach up, cupping her cheek with a tenderness I didn't know I possessed.My fingers tangle in the silken strands at the nape of her neck, a gentle anchor in the storm of our desire.
"Well then," I murmur, my voice rough with want. "Don't let me keep you waiting. May I kiss you, beautiful?"
She stares deep into my eyes, and I swear I can see straight into her soul. Her chest is heaving, those perfect breasts straining against the confines of her corset, begging to be freed. And fuck, I want to bury my face in that heavenly valley and never come up for air.
"Y-yes..." she whispers, and it's like the heavens themselves have parted.
I close the distance, pressing my lips to hers with a reverence I've never known. And sweet baby Jesus, they're softer than I ever could have imagined. Plump, yielding, begging to be devoured. I push harder, coaxing her mouth open with my own, and she follows my lead like a dream.
And then, I slide my tongue inside, tasting her, claiming her. She mimics my actions, her tongue tentatively brushing against mine, and the sensation is enough to make my knees weak. She moans into my mouth, the sound vibrating through me like a fucking tuning fork, and I swear to God, I nearly come in my pants like a teenager.
It's electric, cosmic, and everything I never knew I needed. As we lose ourselves in the kiss, the world around us fades away; I can't help but think that this…right here—is what heaven must feel like.
I pull back, needing to ensure she's okay with this and that I'm not pushing her too fast. Her eyes fly open, and she grips my shirt like it's a fucking lifeline. "More. Please don't stop. Do that again," she breathes, and holy shit, if that isn't the sexiest thing I've ever heard.
I almost laugh at her eagerness, but who am I to deny my mate what she wants? I dive back in, taking the lead. I deepen the kiss, my grip on her hair tightening as I tug her flush against me. The moan that escapes her lips vibrates through, shaking me to my very core.
It's taking every last shred of my self-control not to let loose and paint the town white. But I'm a classy guy, a real Prince Charming type, and I'll be damned if I let her think I'm some minute man who's all bark and no bite.
No, sir, I'm in this for the long haul, ready to take her on a pleasure cruise that'll last longer than the Titanic (minus the whole "sinking" part, of course). I'm talking about a marathon of passion, an endurance test of ecstasy.
