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Then he set his hands on my knees and opened my legs wide.
I jumped, never having been exposed to a man so openly before. Apprehension spiked through my blood.
“Farrow.” My voice trembled as I grabbed his wrists. “Don’t forget this is my first time. I—I’m not sure what I’m supposed to—”
“Just feel me,” he said. “All you have to do is lie back and feel, princess. Enjoy everything I do for you.”
I scowled. Lie back and do nothing? He couldn’t be serious. That didn’t sound fun at all, because I wanted to be able to touch him in return, to bring him pleasure, too, and—
“Farrow!” I screamed when he leaned down and placed his mouth against the wet heat between my legs. His tongue lapped at sensitive muscle, and I nearly came undone. He licked and swirled without mercy, a predator with its prey’s jugular caught between its teeth.
Okay, maybe I could handle just lying here and doing nothing but enjoying it after all.
But touching myself there had certainly never felt like this before. It was ten times more intense with his mouth doing the stroking.
Farrow knew exactly what I needed, too, moving his tongue when my body strained and tightened, begging him to hurry.
His fingers prodded my opening—curious, seeking—and then he was nudging a thick finger inside me. I tensed, going still at the first bit of invasion. Blood rushed through my ears and my heart wouldn’t stop pounding. I panted, focusing on nothing but his digit as it moved slowly, dipping deep and investigating, while his mouth continued with quick, greedy sucks. I sank my teeth into my lip, straining to keep still even though another part of me wanted to move, riot against the rhythm he was setting and push him to go deeper and move faster.
Sweat collected on my brow and slipped down my temple, more gathering between my breasts. When the hell had perspiration become so damn sensual? I licked out my tongue and caught a salty drop of it at the corner of my mouth.
With his teeth still firmly latched on to my womanhood, Farrow lifted his gaze, looking up at me with gleaming, bright eyes as if he knew exactly what I’d just done. His finger suddenly spiked deep.
My back bowed. His tongue hit a new spot and he pushed a second finger into me, then a third. A burning tear followed, but I didn’t care. I just wanted him to keep moving and hitting that spot, over and over again. Following my silent command, he did exactly that, and my body ignited. Sparks exploded behind my eyes, energy powered through me, and an overwhelming tide of sensations followed, raining down on me like a hot shower that burned yet soothed all in the same instant.
I screamed from the force of it, my limbs stiffening straight out around me, like a conduit providing the source for all energy to flow through. A lovely river of pleasure.
The orgasm pounded out the tips of my fingers and toes. Then it slowed, sputtered, and began to lose traction.
“God. God,” Farrow panted, watching me as he sat up and wiped the back of his hand across his wet, gleaming mouth. “I can’t—I can’t wait any longer.”
Limp and drained, it seemed I could only watch from heavy-lidded eyes as he slid up my body to fit his hips between my thighs. Keeping his torso upright, so he could eye my exposed breasts, he gathered the base of his swollen rod in hand and lined himself up with my vagina. I glanced down as he fit just the head of himself inside me. It felt as if I should be more anxious; I was about to lose my virginity. But my limbs were way too languid from coming so hard, I could merely watch as he looked up into my eyes as if to make sure I was ready for that first thrust.
I nodded, smiling sleepily. “I’m so glad it’s you.”
His lashes fluttered and eyes darkened, some of his real self shining through. “Oh God,” he gritted out, horror and regret covering his face. “Nic…”
Mouth moving as if he wanted to apologize, he paused suddenly, the fight in him lost. Then his eyes dilated into slits, his nostrils twitched, and he clenched his teeth before slapping a hand down onto the ground near my face and heaving his massive cock forward, impaling me.
I choked on air, not expecting so much so soon. He was so big, stretching tissue that had never before been stretched. It was new. Frightening. Yet mesmerizing.
He wheezed as if in torment, his sleek, muscled shoulders flexing and his mouth gaping open. He pressed his lips flat, trying to deny the pleasure he felt, even as raw sexuality flared in his gaze as he focused on my naked skin. Then his lips sprang apart so he could pant shallowly.
“Jesus,” he muttered. “You feel like heaven.” And then he moved again, hammering in and out of me.
Hard.
He didn’t go easy, didn’t slow down to let me adjust to the solid weight suddenly spiking into my body, just drove fast, fucking me. He wasn’t brutal by any means, but God, he was relentless. It was exquisite torture, this continuous rocking and moving that caused my inner muscles to spasm and contract, trying to bar him from my private passage, even as they clung, also trying to capture him deeper and create more friction.
Keeping his torso upright, he arched his back like a sleek lion and tossed back his short mane, working his hips like a piston, plunging deep and sure every time he hammered forward. His intent expression of rapture mixed with torment held me captive.
“My God,” he rasped, the tendons in his throat pulling taut. “It’s never—never been so good. So fucking good. Nicolette.”
“I’m here,” I assured him. I would’ve reached for his face, but my fingers were too busy clutching the frayed tatters of my dress and holding on to something for dear life as he took me.
He looked down at me, his eyes drugged, the aphrodisiac pouring through his veins. But then he smiled, and it felt as if he smiled at me, like Farrow smiling at Nicolette. My lips twitched with reassurance and a shudder stirred through me.
I moaned when he shifted, pumping from a different angle. My inner muscles that had been gripping him like a frightened animal relaxed and loosened. He groaned, obviously feeling the change.
