"I've never—" she starts, then stops.
I go still. "Never what, Sharon?"
She swallows. "Last night was...the first time I've done any of this."
My brain short-circuits. "You're a virgin?"
"Was," she corrects, her cheeks flaming. "Last night..."
Last night I had my fingers inside her, made her come, but we didn't—I didn't?—
"We didn't have sex last night," I say carefully. "I never put my cock inside you."
Her eyes widen. "But I thought—when you?—"
"Just my fingers, angel."
She looks so confused it would be amusing if my heart wasn't hammering against my ribs. She's untouched. Pure. And she's mine. The possessive satisfaction that roars through me is almost savage.
"So I'm still...?"
"Yes." I press a kiss to her hip. "But not for long, if you want me."
"I do," she whispers. "I want you."
Restraint shatters. I kiss my way back up her body, position myself between her thighs. The head of my cock nudges against her entrance, and she tenses slightly.
"I'll be careful," I promise, stroking her hair back from her face. "I'll make it good for you."
Her hands come up to my shoulders, holding on. "I trust you."
Three words that hit me harder than any bullet ever could. I push in slowly, just the tip, watching her face for any sign of pain. She's so tight, so wet, so fuckingperfectaround me. I have to grit my teeth against the urge to thrust deep.
"More," she whispers, and I obey.
Inch by careful inch, I work my way inside her, stopping whenever she tenses, kissing her until she relaxes again. When I hit her barrier, I pause.
"This will hurt," I warn. "Just for a moment."
She nods, eyes locked on mine. I kiss her deeply, then push through in one smooth thrust. She cries out against my mouth, her nails digging into my shoulders. I hold perfectly still, even though every instinct screams at me to move, to claim, to mark her as mine from the inside out.
"I've got you," I murmur against her lips. "I've got you, angel."
Slowly, the tension in her body eases. Her hips shift experimentally, and I groan as she takes me deeper.
"Okay?" I ask, voice strained.
"Yes," she breathes. "Please, Fabio."
I start to move—slow, shallow thrusts that gradually deepen as she opens for me. The sight of her beneath me, taking my cock, her face flushed with pleasure, is almost too much. I've had countless women, but never like this. Never feeling like each thrust is a prayer, a benediction, a fucking miracle.
"You're mine," I tell her, the words dragged from somewhere primal and possessive. "My wife. My everything."
She moans, her inner walls fluttering around me. "Yours."
The word snaps my control. I thrust harder, deeper, one hand sliding between us to circle her clit. I want her to come again. Need to feel her fall apart around me.
"That's it, angel," I encourage as her breathing quickens. "Let go for me."
