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His words send a thrill through me. This is it. This is the moment I've dreamed of, the moment I've waited for. The fairytale has become a reality. And it's better than anything I could have imagined.
Chapter 10 - Damien
My heart is thumping in my chest, and I'm pressing Sophie gently against the wall.
I'm at my limit, the heat radiating from her body and the intoxicating smell of her perfume pushing me to the edge. I lean in, pressing my lips against hers, and I swear I feel electricity surge through me with the contact.
My bulge throbs in my pants, my body yearning, screaming for more of her.
"Sophie," I whisper, my lips brushing her ear. The words are almost a plea, my voice heavy with desire. "We should... we should go to my bed. I can't... I can't control myself. I want you. Every inch of your beautiful body... I want all of you."
She tilts her head against my chest, the soft skin of her neck brushing my beard and causing a shudder to roll down my spine.
Her voice is barely a whisper, a soft "Please.", but it's enough to make my legs feel like they might give out.
With every bit of self-control I can muster, I manage to pull back.
Turning her around, I lift her easily into my arms. Our eyes meet, and it feels like time has stopped. Her eyes, shining with desire, match mine perfectly. I carry her upstairs, our hearts beating in time with each other, a synchronized rhythm that drowns out everything else.
We reach my bedroom, and I gently lay her on the bed like she's made of the most delicate glass.
"Are you okay?" I ask, my voice filled with concern.
"I've never been this happy," she whispers, her eyes shining. "But... I'm nervous."
I lay down beside her, my hand brushing against her face. Her skin is soft and warm beneath my touch.
"Why are you nervous?" I ask, my voice quiet. "You don't need to be."
She seems to gather herself, her gaze flickering away from mine before returning. Her words stutter as she confesses.
"I... I'm a virgin. I've never done this before."
The revelation is unexpected, but it doesn't change anything. If anything, it fills me with a strange sense of honor. I'm the one she trusts, the one she wants.
My mouth waters at the thought of being her first. Sophie is mine, and I’m the only one to ever hold her this close, the only one that will ever love her this deeply.
As I look at her, my bulge strains against my pants, a physical reminder of my desire. I grip it, trying to steady my breathing.
“We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with." I tell her.
But she's quick to reply.
"I've never been so sure of anything," she says, her voice stronger now. "I want this. I want you, Damien."
Her words bring a smile to my face. I lean in and kiss her fiercely.
"I promise I'll be gentle," I assure her. "And if it hurts, we'll stop. We can take our time."
She meets my kiss, shyly wrapping her arms around my neck.
"I'm ready," she whispers, her voice filled with trust and longing.
I know I need to take this slow, to handle her with all the care and gentleness in the world. The desire pooling in my pants feels nearly unbearable, but this is about Sophie.
Her comfort. Her enjoyment. Her first time should be something she remembers fondly, not filled with anxiety and fear.
This moment is unique and lovely, a moment that can only happen once in a lifetime. I plan to make sure she'll never regret it.
