Taking her virginity.
Taking what he sold to Maksim.
That last thought lightens the guilt of my betrayal.
Valentina is right in that she should be able to choose who she sleeps with.
She chose me.
"Cristian.” Her gray eyes are filled with trust as she watches me.
Something tightens in my chest.
Yes, being inside her feels fucking incredible, but it’s more than the physical.
It’s not just my dick involved.
It’s like with each thrust my soul becomes more tethered to hers.
It should scare the shit out of me.
Perhaps knowing this is the one and only time this will happen is why I’m still moving inside her.
Except that thought irritates me too.
She’s mine now, dammit.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders, and I worry that I’m hurting her.
“You okay?” I slow my movements even as my body screams for release.
“Yes, please… more… don’t stop.” Her lips part and her head arches back. She’s so fucking beautiful.
I kiss her neck and then lift my head to watch as I continue to move. I memorize every detail of her face in this moment.
Her flushed skin, eyes filled with desire, the trust in her expression that makes this moment so much more than just sex.
I've been with women before, but nothing like this.
Nothing that made me feel like I was both falling apart and becoming whole.
Mine. It runs like a mantra through my head, even though I can’t have her. After tonight, she’ll be Maksim’s again.
I slide my hand beneath her, tilting her hips to change the angle of our connection. Her sharp intake of breath tells me I've found what I was looking for.
“Oh, God… yes…”
I maintain the rhythm, savoring the way her body responds to mine, the way she’s given herself over to pleasure.
My control wavers as her body pulses around me.
I want to feel her come, but even with my body consumed with pleasure and my heart assaulted with feelings I’ve never felt, I realize that I’m not wearing a condom and I doubt Valentina is on the pill.
I need to maintain enough control to pull out before I come.
Valentina trembles beneath me.
Her breath quickens.
