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I always have.
Fallyn DiMarco belongs to me.
She’s always belonged to me, and there is nothing that will ever change that.
I slip inside the suite and close the door before beelining to the bedroom. Even in the entryway, I could smell the lingering scent of her floral perfume that permeates the air.
That’s all it takes for me to stiffen right up.
When I arranged this through Chloe, I had every intention of taking her virginity. I made sure it was stipulated that we would meet three times so I’d be sure to get my fill of her.
Enough to last for the rest of my life.
That first time, after staring down at her wrapped up in the thick white robe, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Especially after pulling the edges apart and catching sight of the scar that mars her chest. I traced over it with my fingertips, wishing it were possible to take away all the hurt I caused with the accident.
Instead of taking my own pleasure, I adored every inch of her body, making sure she understood through my reverent touch just how gorgeous she was. Both inside and out.
Watching her fall apart is an experience I’ll never forget.
The second time, I cherished her with both my lips and tongue.
My footsteps pause over the threshold, and my breath catches at the sight of her. Unlike the previous two encounters, the robe I left out is neatly folded at the edge of the mattress, and she’s stretched out in the middle of the king-sized bed with the mask covering her eyes.
Naked.
All I want to do is stand here and soak in the sight of her, committing it to memory.
Her inky black hair is draped across the white linen of the pillowcase and her scars are prominently on display. Her rosy-tipped breasts are hard little points that beg for my attention. My mouth waters at the sight of them.
Fallyn has grown even more curvy than when she was a teenager, and I can’t help but revel in them. Her pussy is clean shaven. If I swiped my tongue across my lips, I’d still taste her there.
One lap of my tongue and I was addicted.
Fallyn will never realize just how deep my love for her runs.
I’m not even sure I understand it myself.
There has never been anyone other than this girl. As I stare down at her prone form, I realize that no matter what happens between us today, there’ll never be anyone else again.
How could there be?
I gravitate to the bed before settling beside her on the mattress. Her chest rises and falls in rapid succession with each shaky inhalation. As brave as she’s trying to be, her anxiety is like a living, breathing entity.
My fingers rise, circling one puckered nipple, giving it a gentle tweak before doing the same to the other. Her hands twist into the thick material of the comforter as she arches into my touch as if silently seeking it out. I close the distance between us before pressing my lips against the scar, kissing the length of it.
I just want her to realize how fucking beautiful she is.
I hate that it’s even a question in her mind.
Another wave of uncertainty crashes over me as I rest my forehead against the valley between her breasts. She lays perfectly still, her heart beating a steady rhythm beneath me. When I remain frozen in place, her arms hesitantly rise before slipping around me, pressing me closer until I’m surrounded by her.
Until she’s my entire fucking world.
The beginning and end of it.
The way it was always meant to be.
“Take off the mask,” I whisper.
