I don’t waste any time. My hand is already outstretched toward her, silently calling her to me. She immediately takes my hand.
Her touch is warm, soft, a little uncertain. But she doesn’t pull away.
“What’s your name?” I ask, my voice low, the tension thickening between us.
“Zoe,” she answers, her voice almost a whisper, but I hear it clearly, the way her breath catches slightly as she says it.
“I’m Lukin,” I murmur, my gaze intense as I watch her. It’s the last thing I say before I step closer, not giving her time to respond. My hand moves up to her cheek, and without warning, I kiss her.
The moment our lips meet, it’s over.
Her taste is everything I’ve been craving—sweet, delicate, but layered with something I can’t quite name. It’s want and uncertainty, fear and desire, all tangled into one. The kiss is slow, deliberate, as I feel her melt against me, her lips soft and yielding. I don’t rush her, but I can feel the tension in her body,the way she hesitates just a fraction before she gives in, letting me take control.
My cock is a raging fire in my pants, but as impatient as I am—as selfish as I want to be—even I know I must take my time to lessen her tension to get the best of her.
My hands are everywhere, moving down her back, tracing the curve of her waist, feeling the tremble in her body as she responds to me. Slowly, I slide my hand lower, up her thighs, to the blazing heat between her legs. She gasps against my lips. Her breath comes quicker, her body tensing, and I pause, pulling back just enough to study her face.
Her eyes are wide, darting away from mine for a moment, her cheeks flushed, breath coming uneven and ragged.
“Have you done this before?” I ask.
She shakes her head.
“Use your words, little bird.”
“No.” She clears her throat, blushing the prettiest shade of pink.
Virgins are a no-touch zone for me. I don’t like the idea of having to teach. I want a woman with experience. A woman who can give as much as she takes. A woman I can be selfish with—who uses her body for my pleasure.
But as Zoe stared wide-eyed at me, I know there’s no way I’m letting her go. She’s never done this before. She’s never been touched like this—unraveled by a single kiss.
And I’m going to make sure she knows what it feels like.
“Do you want to do this?”
“Yes.”
“You don’t know what you’ve just agreed to, little bird,” I whisper, wrapping my fingers around her neck. “Have you ever had an orgasm?”
She hesitates, staring up at me with doe eyes. “Yes.”
I feel a deep, possessive urge. “By whose hand?”
“Mine.”
I chuckle, content that no other male hand has touched her body. “Let me show you what a real orgasm is.”
I turn her towards the floor-to-ceiling window that displays a stunning panorama of the city, and looking closely, our reflection. “Take off your clothes.”
“What?” She immediately tenses.
I reach behind her to roll down her zipper. “Do it, Zoe. Now.”
She sucks in a deep breath and slowly slides the dress down her body, revealing lace lingerie that has my brain short-circuiting. As she strips off each article of clothing, I run my fingers down her arm, enjoying the goose bumps that erupt on her skin.
“Look at yourself as you undress,” I whisper into her ear, my voice dark and gritty with lust. “Is this how you do it each night? Before you play with your perfect cunt, do you admire how beautiful you are, little bird?”
She licks her lips, finally taking off her lingerie and standing bare before me. I take my time to admire her body, before pulling her against me.
