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“Or maybe you don’t want to. I know I’m not experienced, or maybe I’m not…enough.”
“That’s…” The knot was back in my throat, but I forced my words out, “That’s not why.”
“Then…?”
I curled my arms around her waist, holding her in place, closing my eyes as I inhaled a deep breath.
I wanted to open up to her. To tell her all the feelings buried deep. I’d managed to tell her a little bit at the initium, but it wasn’t near enough of all the swirling emotions inside me.
I opened my mouth to try to explain.
Another confession…
But it was impossible.
The words wouldn’t leave my mouth.
"Wouldn't my father want me to be happy?" she asked.
"Yes, of course."
“Then, make me happy, Rook."
Aching, deep in my chest…my words stumbling out, "I... I-I can't--"
"Why not? I need another reason," she leaned upwards, soft feather lips brushing against mine. "I know you want to, I can feel it." She wiggled against my growing erection.
"I am a man," I answered.
"A man with needs, just like me."
“We can do other things,” I tried to convince her, though I sounded weak, even to my own ears.
“No,” she answered simply, as she had before. “I want more than that. Or nothing at all.”
I sighed, growing frustrated. "And you think this will make you happy?"
"Yes."
"How do you know?"
"Because I realized something," her lips came down, kissing me oh, so softly again.
How could she be so gentle, so sweet? And how did I deserve this woman?
"When I saw you, on your knees, taking the brand that was meant for me, that’s when I knew. You gave your freedom, for me. And the only thing that can compensate for that, is this.”
I frowned. “Summer, that’s not… I’m not expecting….”
“Not my virginity,” she clarified, “but the gift of innocence. My innocence. It’s yours. You are the only person who deserves it.”
She kissed me again, not waiting for my permission now, but demanding it. She deepened it immediately, her hands sliding between us to cup my erection, rubbing against it.
I groaned and, unable to stop myself, my hands went to her hips, squeezing them tight. Holding her there, afraid to let her go.
Shifting my own hips, giving in to the sensation washing over me.
Her lips were soft pillows of silk, pouring heat through my lips, then face and chest. Her breasts pressed against my bare chest, soft and perfect and a thrill rushed through me.
