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My body hums with an unfamiliar heat that is hard to ignore. I’m no longer in control here. He is. He glides his finger along the curve of my ass and with the slightest of touches to my inner thigh, I spread my legs.
My pussy clenches when his fingers tease over the warm, wet flesh. I shudder and press into his touch. He makes me curious about the heat spilling into my veins. I’ve never wanted a man to spread my legs and take my virginity more than I do right now. I always thought it wouldn’t happen until I walked down the aisle, but this beast of a man awakens hungers no man has ever stirred inside me.
“Valerian,” I warn in a shaky breath. I want this, but at the same time, doubt plagues me. Will he think he has full control over me?
“Yes, Bella. I’m touching you in ways I have no right to do. Give my demons a small taste to hold them over.”
Our gazes clash. “What does that mean?”
“Let me show you, little rose. Let me show you what you do to my self-control. Just one taste.”
He kneels behind me and tugs the material of my panties to the side. Stitches pop and tear. Strong fingers force my legs around wide shoulders. I gasp into the large vastness of the bedroom and let out a moan at what he does next.
He spreads my folds and drinks in my hot liquid hungrily. His tongue lashes and soothes, dips and swirls. I try to force my hips not to move, but before long, I ride his face and give him every last drop I have to offer.
“Valerian,” I moan into the bedding. My release is on the edge. “I need to come. Please. Oh, yes!” I should feel shame and one hundred shades of embarrassment but all I can feel is the stubble along his chin and the flick of his tongue against my virgin pussy.
Suddenly I’m flipped over and the weight of his body presses into me. I wrap my legs around his middle. Fire flashes between us. The heat of his body turns into an all-consuming wave and drowns us both with the need to have one another. I know it and so does he.
I wrap my fingers in the lapels of his shirt and pull the sides open. Glorious muscle comes into view instantly. I run my hands over his body. There are an endless amount of more scars littering his chest and abs. I reach around him and pull the kingpin in closer. The same scars on the side of his face are on his back, too.
His lips devour mine, and we get lost in the taste of each other for several long moments. The arrogance I’ve brushed up against tonight is gone. His weight, the very presence of his body against mine, and the way his arms come around me all work in tandem against my better judgment. I don’t fully understand everything I feel right now.
Of all things, he makes me feel…safe.
I reach between us and undo his zipper. The hiss he lets out when my fingers find the engorged length of his cock sends a flush of heat through me.
He tucks his head into the curve of my shoulder. His breathing is heavy, like everything I do to him is pushing all the right buttons and he’s about to lose that control he mentioned a moment ago.
“Ah, Bella. What are you doing to me?” His words are slightly muffled, but I have no problem hearing them.
“Do we have to have the answers right now?” My question slips from my lips as a whispered plea.
He groans a delicious sound that has my body spilling more wet heat.
“No, little rose. No, we do not.” His tone is tortured, but his touch is gentle when he runs his fingers through my hair.
I stroke his length from the thick base all the way to the fat, swollen head. Wetness spills out from the tip. I’ll be the first one to admit I don’t have all the experience in the world when it comes to pleasuring a man. I take my cues from his groans. The biggest one comes when I stroke my thumb over the slit of his cock. His arms tighten around me and his teeth dig into the flesh of my neck. I bulk against him. Come morning I’ll have a mark there.
“Bella, my little rose. Your touch makes me weak.” He presses his forehead against mine. Our heavy breathing mingles.
I slide my panties farther out of the way and then push his pants down his legs. My heart beats wildly as I guide his cock to my entrance. I want this. I don’t understand why. Maybe I don’t need to.
The throb of his heavy cock against my bare folds is unmistakable. I let out a shuddering breath. “I shouldn’t want you. I should fight you tooth and nail after what happened tonight. But I want you.” I place my palms on either side of his face and he looks at me like reality is taking over. “I’m on the pill. We don’t have to worry.”
He eases off me and slowly fixes his clothing. He doesn’t bother tucking in his shirt, or buttoning it for that matter. It hangs open, and I get a teasing glimpse of what I almost had.
“What? What’s wrong?”
He lets out a long sigh and I physically see reality push the hunger out of his expression. A shadowed pain fills the depths of his pretty blue eyes and a wall snaps back into place.
“What is going on?”
Something that looks a lot like fear and reason flash over his handsome expression. “This shouldn’t happen.”
Those three words place a chunk of ice on my chest again. There is a finality in his tone like something snapped on or off in his head and I’m no longer what he wants.
“Did I say or do something wrong, De La Rosa?” I mentally scramble for a reason by him suddenly rejecting me.
