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He’s my first everything and as foolish as it sounds…I’d like to be special at least in some way when it comes to him.
Florian’s eyes flare in anger and he pulls back, only to drive into me again, and this time around I gasp from the pleasure blanketing the earlier pain. “I’ve never been anyone’s first but yours.” He delivers another hot kiss, owning my mouth in the most primal way, and each stab of his tongue is a statement in itself as his hips rock back and forth, thrusting into me hard once again. This time, though, powerful sensations spread through my veins, awakening my insides anew and they are craving things that only he seems to know how to satisfy. “You’re special, and mine. Only ever mine.”
Warmth fills me at his admission and I ignore the little voice in my head that screams at me that this is just my fantasy because the man has no idea who I am. So he says all these things…to someone else.
Circling his neck, I raise up a little and kiss him because as long as he owns me, all the other voices in my head shut up.
This might be an illusion of my creation but I prefer to drown in it.
He moves in and out of me, deepening his strokes and driving me insane with each thrust. As every sway of his hips pushes me closer and closer to the cliff that promises me pleasure and agony alike.
My thighs clench around him, my legs wrapping tighter as I lift my hips in sync with his movements, meeting his strokes that envelop me in a need that’s almost within my reach.
He swallows my moans, continuing to kiss me, and then laces our fingers together, changing his rhythm as his thrusts turn agonizingly slow. We’re connected everywhere and for some reason, tears form in my eyes at the intimacy and contact because it’s a dream come true.
My man is finally mine, even if only for a moment in time.
He leans back and we both gulp for breath, staring at one another as his thrusts become deeper, and he reminds me of a golden sculpture. My palms slide lower and I grip the lapels of his shirt. “I hate it,” I whisper and moan when he changes the tempo once again, gradually increasing the speed of his hard thrusts. “I want to touch you.”
“Next time, princess. You’ll touch me all you want.”
My heart pangs painfully because there will be no next time. Just like Cinderella, I will run away once it’s over and lock this memory away so no one would know.
Especially Florian.
All thoughts fly from my mind when he enters me, the passion around us growing while the fire in the pit of my stomach intensifies. “Come for me, princess,” he whispers over my skin, right before biting into my flesh and driving hard into me, dragging me closer and closer to the peak as my whole body tightens in anticipation. “Do it.”
He sneaks his hand between us until he reaches my clit, pressing his thumb over it while slamming into me three more times.
And finally the tension inside me erupts in fireworks, dumping me in blissful pleasure, surrounding me with a heat and satisfaction I’ve never known.
The emotions are so intense all I can do is watch him as he slams into me five more times before stilling and spilling since the condom. I wrap my arms around him, hugging him closer, and our hearts beat wildly in our chests while we catch our breaths.
I’ve rarely thought about my first time because logically, I knew I could never have Florian and I never wanted another.
And while my first time is built on lies…it couldn’t have been more perfect.
I want to stay here with him and never face the outside world, pretend we are strangers who found each other and have a chance to stay together. Enjoy our passion and flourish under his touch as I discover what lovemaking entails.
But nothing dishonest can last forever.
Florian rolls to the side, taking me with him, and I end up on his chest while he runs his fingers through my hair. “How are you feeling, princess?” he asks gently, his eyes scanning my features, clearly searching for traces of pain. “You need a hot bath now.”
My cheeks heat up. Despite engaging in all the carnal things we just did, I’m still shy from talking about it. “I’m okay. A little sore.” And probably will stay that way, but like he said, a hot bath should fix it. “I need to go.”
“Why?”
I swallow hard because it’s such a loaded question, but how can I answer it without blowing my cover? “I’m nineteen. Well, I’ll be twenty soon.” His face doesn’t change. According to rumors, he never goes after anyone younger than him, so shouldn’t he be shocked or something? “Aren’t you surprised?”
“Why would I be surprised?”
Is he going to answer my questions with questions all the time? “I heard you don’t go for people my age.”
Anger crosses his face and his tone becomes almost lethal when he replies, sending chills down my spine that leaves no room for doubt, “Enough. Don’t bring up other people again. You’ve done it three times tonight already.”
I have to get out from here before my stupid heart convinces me to tell him the truth and hopes for the best, except the best won’t happen.
He’s all sensual and charming for a sexy redhead but a ruthless hater to the real Jimena.
