I nod, unable to form words as he hooks his fingers into my underwear, sliding them down my legs.
The first sweep of his tongue through my folds makes me gasp, my back arching off the bed.
"Oh, my God," I breathe, unprepared for the sensation.
His hands grip my thighs, holding me open as he tastes me with long strokes and then short, quick flicks of his tongue over my clit.
Immediately, I’m on fire again.
When he closes his lips around my clit and sucks gently, I cry out, my fingers tangling in his hair.
The pressure builds faster this time, more intense than before.
"Cristian, I'm—" My words dissolve into a moan as another orgasm crashes over me, stronger than the first.
Through the haze of pleasure, I reach for him.
I’m a little worried that this is his plan.
Just pleasure me but not take from me what I want to give him—my virginity. "I want you. All of you."
"Valentina…" He moves back up my body, pressing his forehead against mine. "It's not that I don't want to. God knows, I do." As if to prove it to me, he grinds his arousal against me. It makes me all the more determined.
"I want it to be you. Only you."
“You don’t know what you’re asking, baby.”
He called me baby. My insides well with emotion. “I do. I know exactly what I’m asking.”
“It’s a dangerous game.”
The reminder of reality crashes over me.
What am I doing?
This man has already risked everything today to keep me safe.
How can I ask him to gamble with his life for one night of pleasure?
I drop my hand, shame washing through me. "I'm sorry. After everything you've done for me today, I’m being selfish. I don’t want to risk your being killed because of me.”
“I’m not worried about me. It’s all about protecting you.”
"What's there to protect? I'm already dead with Maksim. From the moment I walk down that aisle, whatever life I might have had ends." I lift my gaze to his. "At least this way, I'll know what being with a man is supposed to be like. What it feels like to be wanted, not as a possession or a prize, but as a woman."
Something breaks in his expression. His hand cups my cheek, thumb stroking across my lower lip.
"You deserve so much better than this. More than one night in a dingy hotel room."
I don’t disagree, but this is all I have. “If one night is all I get, then that’s what I want.”
He closes his eyes, exhaling slowly. When he looks at me again, the heat in his eyes tells me his decision is made.
"One night. But after that, we can never speak of it again."
The condition makes my chest ache. It’s not fair that I have to hide this connection I have with him, keep my true feelings a secret.
But I'm desperate enough to accept his terms.
