“Yes.”
My self-control snaps. I need to spread her out. I need to make her mine, to feel her surrender to me in every way.
“Love,” I murmur, voice low and gravelly, my temple scar itching from the tension. “Get undressed. On the table. Face down. Now.”
Her cheeks flush, but she doesn't hesitate. Those hazel eyes flicker with a mix of nerves and fire, her pulse racing under my touch as anticipation coils tight in her body.
She peels off the shirt first, my shirt, too big on her frame, tossing it aside. Her full breasts spill free, nipples hardening in the cool air, and a rush of protectiveness mixes with my hunger as I watch her vulnerability unfold.
She pushes the sweatpants down her legs and steps out of them before hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and sliding them down her thighs, revealing the smooth, shaved skin of her pussy.
My cock throbs in my pants, straining against the fabric, but I hold back, savoring the way her body responds to my command.
She climbs onto the wooden table, the surface rough under her palms, and lowers herself face down. Her ass lifts slightly as she positions herself, legs parting just enough to expose her completely.
The sight of her like this, bare and waiting, ignites a fierce ache in my chest, a blend of raw lust and something deeper, a need to shield her even as I take her.
I step closer, my hands roaming over her back, feeling the shiver that runs through her.
“You're beautiful like this,” I say, my voice thick with emotion. “All mine to touch, to own.”
My fingers trace down her spine, over the curve of her hips, and she gasps softly, her body arching into my touch.
“I've never...” she whispers, her voice muffled against the table, cheeks burning hot. “I'm a virgin.”
The words hit me like a punch, cracking through the iron wall I've built around my heart.
For a moment, doubt flickers, a rare vulnerability surfacing as I imagine the weight of what this means for her. My hand stills on her skin, thumb brushing gently over a freckle on her shoulder.
“We can stop,” I offer, though every fiber of me screams against it. But no, I want this to be right, to be everything she needs.
She shakes her head, turning just enough to meet my eyes, determination shining through her fear.
“I want you. Please, don't stop.”
Relief and desire crash over me, pulling me under. I lean down, pressing a soft kiss to the back of her neck, tasting her skin.
“I'll make it good for you,” I promise, my voice rough with the effort to stay gentle.
My hands slide lower, parting her thighs wider, and I settle between them, kneeling to bring my face level with her exposed pussy.
She's already wet, her folds glistening with arousal, and the scent of her fills my senses, driving me wild.
I press my mouth to her, tongue flicking out to taste her sweetness. She moans, a sharp, needy sound that echoes in the cabin, her hips bucking instinctively.
I grip her thighs, holding her steady as I lick along her slit, savoring every drop. My tongue circles her clit, teasing the swollen nub, and she whimpers, fingers clutching the table's edge.
Emotions swirl in me, fierce and unyielding, as I worship her body. This woman, so innocent yet so bold, has burrowed into me deeper than I expected.
I slide a finger inside her, feeling the tight heat clench around me, and she cries out, her body trembling with buildingpleasure. I add another finger, stretching her slowly, curling them to hit that spot that makes her gasp my name.
Her breaths come in short pants, her whole frame tensing as I suck on her clit, tongue lashing relentlessly. The taste of her arousal floods my mouth, and I drink it down, lost in the intimacy of her surrender.
She shatters suddenly, her pussy pulsing around my fingers, a gush of wetness coating my chin as her orgasm rips through her. Waves of ecstasy crash over her, and she sobs with release, her body quaking under my hands.
I pull back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, my heart racing from the intensity of her pleasure.
Standing, I strip off my shirt, revealing the tattoos snaking across my chest and the scars from battles long past.
