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ROSE
Warmth engulfs me, every inch of my body is warm, and I nuzzle into the pillow deeper, wanting to stay like this forever. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a decent night’s sleep in a comfortable bed, with a blanket, pillow, and an actual mattress.
However, as soon as the thought hits me, my eyes pop open, and I start to panic, trying to remember where I am and how I got here. Slowly, the events from yesterday filter back through my mind, and I realize it isn’t a pillow I’m burrowing my face into but a chest. A firm, well-muscled chest.
I know I shouldn’t, but I do it anyway. I peer up at the sleeping beast that rescued me last night, I take in his harsh but beautiful features. He reminds me of a rugged mountain man hidden in the snowy peaks. His dark hair is cut close to his head, and his skin is littered with scars. His jaw is sharp, leading up to perfectly sculpted cheeks.
He’s both beautiful and terrifying, and that’s the conundrum. How can I be drawn to someone so scary, someone that I know has done terrible things? My heart skips a beat inside my chest, and my mouth goes dry. I have to get away. It’s now or never.
Fear zings through me, and I hold my breath as I try to slide beneath the heavy arm that’s slung over my middle.If I can just break free...
Sliding away slowly, I keep my eyes trained on his face, and almost gasp when his eyes open and his gaze falls on me.
“Trying to sneak away?” he growls, his voice full of sleep.
“N-no…” I let the lie fall from my lips, knowing he can probably see through it. A sinister smile pulls at his lips, and with little effort, he tugs me back toward him. Heat fills my abdomen when I feel something long and thick pressed against my stomach. As afraid as I should be of this man, my brain refuses to truly give completely over to the fear, this strange protected feeling outweighs any other emotion.
Gulping, I let my gaze move down to the tent between his legs. That’s his…
“Have you ever been with a man before?” Miles asks, his palm gently cupping my cheek.
Licking my lips, I shake my head. “No.”
Miles smiles, and that singular smile makes my heart beat just a little faster, “Have you ever touched a cock before?”
Again, I’m forced to shake my head, giving away just how innocent I am. With lightning speed, Miles moves. One second he’s beside me, and the next, he’s hovering a breath above me. He looks like he’s ready to combust, and I squirm against the mattress, unsure of what I want or need. All I know is that I can feel this deep heat pulsing between my legs, and I need him to alleviate it, however he can.
“Your innocence is so fucking intoxicating, I want to swallow it whole, drown in it.”
I’m not sure what compels me to say my next set of words, but I say them anyway, “Will you... will you touch me?”
He leans into my face, his lips millimeters away from touching my own. All I’d have to do is push up a tiny bit, and I’d be experiencing my first kiss.
“If that’s what you want.” I nod without thinking, and Miles smiles a moment before his lips slant down against mine. He kisses with both passion and hunger. I gasp into his mouth as he steals the air from my lungs. I can feel every inch of him now as he presses me into the mattress with his body.
With unsteady hands, I rake my fingers through his hair and lose myself in his kiss. Nipping my bottom lip with his teeth, he groans when I open my mouth, and our tongues collide. I can feel him everywhere in that single kiss, and I want more of him, need more of him. I’m an addict, and he’s the habit I can’t kick.
Breaking the kiss, he pants, “You want me to touch that pretty pink pussy? Spread your folds, and touch you where no one has ever touched you before?”
I should say no. I should definitely say no, but I can’t.
“Yes,” I pant and surrender to him, spreading my legs wider, and inviting him into a place no one else has ever been before.
“You’re mine, all fucking mine, Rose.” He pulls back and rips the shirt I’m wearing right down the middle. Buttons fly through the air, but I can’t focus on that. My attention is solely on him as he trails a finger down my body, his eyes becoming molten lava as he takes in my exposed breasts.
With a possessive look in his eyes, he whispers, “I’ll never let another man touch you after this. Never let another man see or look at what is mine.”
My breath hitches in my throat when he pushes my legs together and then moves them, pressing them gently against my chest. In this position, I’m completely exposed, completely at his mercy. His eyes drift from my face and down to my sex.
With a gentleness I wasn’t even sure he had in him, he parts my lips, and it takes everything inside me not to beg him to do something, anything to help ease the burn deep in my core.
“Such a pretty little clit… so hard and begging to be touched. I think it wants to be licked. To be sucked on.” His eyes collide with mine, and I’m not sure how, but I know he’s seeking my approval.
“Yes…”
“Is that all she wants? Does she want my fingers? Does she want to be fucked by my tongue?”
