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I need to know that I'm on the same track as her. I need to know that I'm not going to fuck this up.
She blinks, her eyes wide and innocent and hopeful. Softly, with a vulnerability that makes her incredibly sweet, she answers, “Me.”
Christ, but this is the best gift I've ever been given.
My hand moves around the back of her neck under her hair, and I pull her to me, dropping my mouth to hers. Her head tilts back, her lips parting, and I invade.
She tastes like red wine and smells of vanilla and lavender. Her skin under my touch is warm, and when I pull her body against mine, her heat invades me as I kiss her hard. When I pull back, her lips are red and bruised. Her cheeks are flushed, and her breaths fall in uneven bursts between us. It's like music to my ears. I want to make her cry for me. Moan for me.Beg for me.
I want to possess every inch of her body.
I want to own every moment of her pleasure.
I want to capture her soul and mold it to mine.
“You're beautiful.”
“I'm yours,” she offers, blushing. “If you want me?”
“Oh, baby, I want.” I laugh darkly. “And you're mine.” I kiss her again, harder this time and she lets out a small gasp into my mouth. “You've been mine, and now I'm going to show you what being mine means.”
She drags her teeth over her bruised lip. “Please.”
Her plea nearly sends me to my knees. My hands drop to the black ribbon around her waist, and I tug the bow as her breath hitches and the red silk robe parts to offer me a view that knocks the breath from my chest.
Red lace. Nothing but sheer red lace and smooth, creamy soft skin. Sheer red lace cups her full breasts, hiding nothing from me as her pink nipples tighten into small, delectable buds. Fuck me, but I want to taste her. I want touch her and consume her.
My eyes drop lower to the slit of material that begins under her breasts and goes on to the end of the night dress where sheer red lace panties play peek-a-boo with me. She’s exquisite and I want to taint her, to mark her for myself. I see nothing but her. She is my only focus in this moment, and the material clinging to her body conceals nothing from me as her belly quivers, her breath hitching under the intensity of my gaze.
I pull my bottom lip into my mouth and let it roll on release. I want to throw her to the bed and have my way with her, to sink deep and lose myself. I have to take my time, I remind myself. This is her first time and I have to be gentle.
My hands push the silk robe from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. I lean forward, my lips dragging against the smooth skin of her throat as she tips her head to the side.
“This is the best gift I've ever been given.” Her body shivers under my words, and I feel pride swell in my chest. This woman—this beautiful creature is affected by me.
Every part of her is perfection. And even though we don’t match, her soft to my rough—her beauty to my beastly—in this moment I am certain that she was made for me.
I kiss my way down her throat as she trembles in front of me. My mouth is hot on her shoulder, my teeth dragging gently against her skin before I lower to my knees. My hands roam over the lace that covers her body, clinging to her flesh. She's so hot, the material feels warm under my touch.
Her breaths are coming in fast and hard. Her body is shaking. She squeezes her thighs together as I look up at her, and I feel my own breath snag.
I want to feel her desire for me. I want to reach into her panties and feel the physical effect of this moment.
Instead, I circle her waist. Leaning forward, I take one perky lace covered nipple between my teeth and bite down, not hard, but enough to make her gasp a small cry. Releasing her, I smooth my tongue over her nipple, soothing the sting and her fingers curl into my hair as I move to her other breast and do the same.
This time I bite her a little harder and her knees give out. I catch her around the waist, holding her up.
“Hands on my shoulders,” I command, and she obeys. Her unsteady breathing is music to my ears as I release her waist to move my hands between the parting of her night dress, kissing her navel. The sweet scent of her invades my senses, overwhelming me. I could smell nothing but her for the rest of my life and die a happy man.
“Nick,” she breathes my name. Or maybe it’s a protest—or a plea. All I know is that my name on her lips sounding like that nearly breaks my control.
I growl under my breath and land a hot, open-mouthed kiss on the V between her legs. She cries out as I skim my teeth over the lace of her panties, her legs parting for me on instinct, her movements driven purely by need. Her hands grip my shoulders, her fingers digging in.
Her body is weak where she stands, but I'm only going to make her weaker. My fingers hook into the lace band of her panties, and I drag them down the length of her trembling legs, baring her to me.
Looking up into her face, I think I would do anything for her. Anything at all.
I lean forward again, my mouth on her hot sex. Sliding my tongue between her lips, I find her clit and suck hard. Her body jolts against me, but I hold her in place. When I think she's going to fall, I lift one leg over my shoulder and hold her waist with the other as I use my tongue to fuck her where she stands, quivering, panting, moaning, begging,pleading.
