Something cold and wet landed on my exposed flesh.
“No, sir,” I whispered.
He didn't move or say anything. I almost looked back.
“A virgin ass,” he said, rubbing the hole in question.
I didn't know whether to be embarrassed or proud, since his tone held so much reverence. I should have known better.
“Just waiting for me to pop that anal cherry.”
He didn’t rush.
Didn’t push.
Just let his hands speak first—stroking the curve of my hips, the dip of my spine, tracing me like a man mapping sacred ground.
“You’re doing so good for me, baby,” he murmured, his breath ghosting warm across my back. “I’ve got you.”
The words anchored me. I exhaled slowly, letting go of the tension knotted between my shoulders.
Then I felt it—one slick finger pressing at the tight ring of muscle he’d already spent time teasing with warm oil. He didn’t force it. He waited. Circled. Massaged. Until I pushed back ever so slightly.
“Yeah, just like that,” he whispered, his free hand sliding around to stroke my belly, grounding me with his touch. “That’s my good girl.”
The praise went straight to my core, a low throb building inside me as I surrendered inch by inch. His finger breached me slowly, just the tip, then paused.
“Still with me?” he asked.
I nodded against the pillow, hips twitching with need.
“Words, Juliette.”
“Yes, Officer,” I breathed.
He chuckled softly. “Atta girl.”
He eased deeper, still slow, still measured, watching every twitch of my body like a man utterly consumed. His other hand slipped lower, circling my clit with gentle, knowing pressure.
The combination made me gasp. My walls fluttered, overwhelmed by the intimacy, the vulnerability—and the pleasure.
“I want you to feel everything,” he rasped, curling his finger just slightly inside me. “No rushing. No pain. Just us. Just trust.”
And God help me… I wanted it all.
Chapter 21
Kade
She whimpered, soft and breathy, the sound catching in her throat like she wasn’t sure whether it was pleasure or overload. Maybe both. She was tight—too tight.
“Breathe for me,” I coaxed, keeping the pressure steady but gentle. “You’re doing so fucking good, sweetheart.”
Her body trembled, thighs twitching as her slick coated my fingers. I watched her hole flutter, trying to accommodate me, fighting and yielding all at once. God, she was gorgeous like this—on the edge, trusting me, mine.
“That’s it,” I whispered, my voice raw as I slowly pushed the second finger past the tight ring of muscle. Her gasp made my cock pulse, thick and ready, but I held the line. Tonight was hers.
Her hips rolled, unconsciously trying to grind against my palm. I pressed my hand flat over her lower back to still her. “Not yet,” I said, curling my fingers just enough to make her moan. “You take what I give you. Nothing more.”
