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“Sofia. Innocent and wise and so fucking beautiful.” I kissed her mouth, wanting to taste her, taste her sweetness before the fire, before the intensity, before the pure need would overtake me. I kissed her softly. She opened, and I slipped one hand to the base of her skull, cradling her head. Her hands rose to my chest. I took one wrist and dragged it down to my cock. When she gasped and tried to pull away, I tightened my hold on it and broke our kiss so I could watch her face.

She opened her mouth as if to speak, but nothing came.

“I want you so fucking badly, you have no idea.”

“Raphael—” She tried again to pull away. “Not this way. Not because of some contract.”

“Fuck the contract. I don’t care about the contract. It doesn’t make any difference. I want to make you mine, Sofia. That’s all. Mine.”

She moaned as I took her face in both hands and kissed her again, then pulled back but held her close.

“Take off my shirt.”

Cautious, unsure, her curious eyes met mine then blinked and shifted to the buttons on the shirt. She gave me a slight nod, and her fingers trembled when they touched the first button, undoing it, fumbling as they slid to the next, her touch making my cock harder.

I wanted to have a bath to calm her, but I wasn’t sure how long I’d last with her this close. The thought alone of her naked, sitting in the bath cradled between my legs, was difficult enough.

She moved slowly, the trembling of her fingers making the task harder, but soon, she was pulling the shirt out of my pants and, once all the buttons were undone, she pushed it apart, her eyes following her hands as she stroked my chest and pushed the shirt off my shoulders. She looked up at me, her hands curled over my biceps.

Her smile vanished when I faced her again and this time, grabbed hold of either side of her waist and dragged her backward toward the bed. When the backs of her knees hit the mattress, she sat. I spread her legs and knelt between them, my gaze moving from her face, over the small mounds of her breasts, down to the lace panties, the hair, and the slit of her pussy visible through it. With one hand, I dragged the crotch of her panties aside, exposing her pussy to me. She gasped, but I took hold of one leg and drew her forward so she sat on the very edge of the bed.

I brought my mouth to her clit and licked, then sucked. Sofia’s legs spread a little wider, then closed around either side of my head. “You want it as much as I do. Forget about everything. Nothing matters but this."

I pushed them wide again and pulled away, sliding her panties off and discarding them, so she sat naked. I then stood and while she watched, stripped off the rest of my clothes.

“You’re going to come with my cock inside you tonight, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart. I liked it. It fit her.

Pushing her backward, I climbed between her legs and kissed her mouth again, liking the feel of her against me, her nakedness pressing against my own. My cock ached to be inside her, but I held back, wanting to taste every inch of her first, her lips, her cheek, the pulse pounding at her neck, her collarbone, the space between her breasts, her taut nipples, the flat of her belly, the hair at her pussy, her thighs.

Sofia was panting by the time I drew up on my knees and pushed her legs apart, taking one and bending it up beside her, exposing her wholly to me.

“I want to fuck you hard, Sofia.”

She shrank away a little, fear and desire warring in her eyes.

Watching that, watching her face, I brought my cock to her wet entrance and pressed the head into her.

Her hands came to my chest, but she didn’t push. I did, though, stretching her slowly, inch by inch, watching her eyes as I did, holding on as her tight pussy squeezed my cock until I hit her barrier.

“Raphael,” she started, panic edging her voice.

“Sofia,” I groaned, wanting so badly to thrust, knowing how it would hurt her if I did.

I drew back, letting go of her leg, setting her thighs on top of mine so I could still see her face.

“Eyes open. On me,” I said.

She shook her head, but her nails dug into my shoulders as she braced herself. I pumped in and out slowly, not yet breaking her barrier, sliding two fingers over her clit and rubbing.

“Open your eyes,” I reminded when she bit her lip and closed them. “Look at me.”

At the next thrust, I pushed deep, feeling the resistance, feeling it give, hearing her little cry as warmth engulfed my cock. I closed my eyes for a moment, that feeling of owning her so complete yet so fleeting, I wanted to hold on to it. When I opened them, I found her watching me. I began to work her clit again, turning pain to pleasure as I thrust deeper, harder, drawing all the way out then in again, watching her face. I lay my weight on top of her and closed my mouth over hers.

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