The breath escapes my mouth in an audible rush. I become weak in the knees as I realize just how wrong I was about what is lying behind this door.
The entire master bedroom is aglow with candles in every corner, while a four-poster bed sits in the middle, decorated with rose petals on the white cotton sheets—a pretty contrast against the dark wooden headboard built into the wall.
My stomach hollows out as warm breath gusts along my collarbone before I feel the press of Kian’s soft lips. Skimming his hands down my arms, he intertwines our fingers. Against the shell of my ear, he rasps, “I want to make your first time special and unforgettable, Iris. I’m going to take my time worshipping every gorgeous inch of you. Then, I’ll make love to you, slow and sweet as I look into your eyes. I can’t wait to be your one and only, while you become my last.”
Twisting around in his hold, our lips lock again as we meet halfway.
No rushing. No aggression.
Only passion between two souls becoming one.
Picking me up, he walks us deeper into the room and sets me down near the foot of the bed. I’m breathing heavily in anticipation as he pulls back.
Capturing my wrists, he raises them to his chest. “Take off my clothes, Rainbow. Keep your eyes on me the whole time.”
I get a head rush at his command. Without wasting a second, I pop open the rest of the buttons without looking away. My rhythm falters when his hands don’t stay idle either and reach for the tie behind my neck.
He unknots it in a flash.
My fingers twist in his shirt as the dress cascades down to my waist, baring my breasts. They shake due to my choppybreaths. The feral way he eyes them ignites a sharp ache in my nipples. Yet he doesn’t touch them.
I loosen my death grip and remove his shirt, letting it slip to the floor. Unlike him, I roam my palms over the planes and valleys of his chest and abs.
“Eyes, little siren,” he tsks.
My toes curl as I trail my fingers down the happy trail of hair disappearing into his waistband. His fist tightens in my strands as I unbutton his jeans and unzip him. The noise is as loud as my pulse. I swallow nervously, feeling how thick and swollen he is.
“I’ll go slow,” he hums.
It takes me two tries before I’m able to push his jeans off. He steps out of them until he’s gloriously naked and towering over me. Our size difference is even more pronounced and intimidating without any barriers.
It unnerves me in an intoxicating way.
Desire coils in my belly, knowing he could break me, but I know he never will.
I arch my back when hefinallyputs his hands on me the way I’ve been craving. Brushing my nipples, he hooks his fingers in my dress bunched around my waist and drags it off me with one sharp tug.
The scent of arousal sticking to my inner thighs permeates the air, making his nostrils flare and eyes darken.
Caressing the back of his knuckles down my crimson cheek, he murmurs, “You’ve been wet the entire day, haven’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Enough to take every inch of my cock?”
He may fuck me slow and sweet; however, there’s no taming his filthy mouth.
“I-I don’t know,” I whisper.
“So, no.” With a predatory look, he backs me against the bed until my knees smack against the edge. Lifting me around the waist, he deposits me on the soft mattress. “Lie back.”
The velvety petals on the sheets tease my spine as I obey him. I’m splayed vulnerably with every inch of me on display, yet his metallic gaze doesn’t stray from mine.
“What am I going to claim tonight, Rainbow?”
“My pussy.”
“Who owns it?”
