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She would need more preparation this first time. I doubted I could take her virginity completely painlessly, but I would make damn sure she loved being mine.

I captured her lips in a punishing kiss, claiming her mouth while I played with her hot little pussy. Her folds were swollen, her clit a needy bud. I explored her at my leisure, memorizing her shape, every stroke that made her gasp and writhe.

When I finally eased one finger into her virgin channel, I released her mouth and indulged myself in her perfect breasts for the first time. I learned their weight and shape in my palm, teasing her nipples with my thumb.

Unable to resist, I leaned in and flicked my tongue over the tight peaks. I groaned when her inner muscles squeezed my finger in response. Testing her, I grazed her nipple with my teeth.

She cried out my name and arched her back, inviting more. With a low, animal growl, I bit her tender flesh, rubbing her g-spot and pressing my thumb down on her clit at the same time.

She came in a rush, writhing beneath me as ecstasy washed through her body. Her pussy squeezed my finger, and I stroked her until her orgasm faded and her inner muscles relaxed.

Satisfied that she was prepared, I grabbed a condom from my nightstand. Sofia wasn’t on birth control, and I wasn’t going to take any stupid risks with her.

I sheathed myself quickly and settled my weight over her once again.

“This might hurt a little,” I warned, my voice rough with my own denied need. “I’ll go slow with you.”

She caressed my cheek, and I leaned into her touch. “I trust you.”

I kissed her palm and lined my dick up with her slick opening. Her velvet heat felt heavenly enough to make my eyes roll back in my head, but I resolutely focused on her as I pressed into her tight channel.

Her delicate features pinched with discomfort when my cockhead breached her. I gritted my teeth and paused to pet her and praise her, running my hands all over the places where she liked to be stroked best.

When I tweaked her pretty nipples, she gasped and relaxed enough to let me sink an inch deeper.

Easing into my sweet Sofia was exquisite torture. Every time she whimpered in pain, I slowed my progress and played with her until she flowered open for me.

When I pushed in the final inch, locking our bodies together, she shuddered beneath me, her lithe frame trembling from overwhelming sensation.

I stroked a stray curl from her sweat-slicked brow.

“Good girl.”

She moaned, and her tight muscles squeezed my dick before relaxing, her body adjusting to my size.

I pulled out slightly and rocked back in, letting her feel my full length stretching her.

“This is all mine,” I growled, drunk on her surrender.

I withdrew and tested her with a more forceful thrust. She handled it beautifully, her lashes fluttering in bliss.

I began taking her in long, slow strokes, reveling in her soft cries as she tentatively moved against me.

“That’s it,” I encouraged as she learned to match my rhythm. “You like my cock filling up your tight little pussy, dulzura?”

“Yes!” she cried, rocking her hips toward me with new confidence and hunger.

I wrapped my hand around her throat, an instinctive, primal act as she pushed me toward the brink. I applied only a fraction of pressure, just enough so that she was fully aware of my palm pressed snugly against her neck.

Her inner walls contracted around my dick, and she made the most exquisite, sexiest whimper.

I fucked her harder, taking her more roughly for my final, brutal thrusts.

“Tell me you’re mine,” I snarled.

“I’m yours.” Her fingernails scoured my back, urging me on. “Please…”

I crushed my lips to hers, coming on a rough shout. As my pleasure crested, I pinched and tugged at her nipples, drawing out her answering ecstasy.

I drove deep, holding myself inside her as we both gasped for air. I wanted to stay buried in her soft heat forever, feeling her pulse racing beneath my hand on her throat.

Sofia had given herself to me, and there was no going back now. Her fate was sealed.Chapter 22MateoOne Week Later“I got you a present, florecita,” I murmured, closing the front door behind us.

“You didn’t have to get me anything.”

My hands bracketed her hips, preventing her from turning to face me. I nuzzled her neck and nipped at her soft skin in the way that made her shiver and sigh.

“It’s just as much for me as it is for you.” I cupped her breast, hungry to explore her body now that we’d returned to the privacy of our home. “I’m still a greedy bastard. But you’ll like this, too.”

She pressed back against me, rubbing her pert ass against my cock with brazen desire. “Does this present involve an orgasm?”

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