My fingers lingered at her jaw, tilting her face to mine, eyes locked.
“You let go,” I murmured, my lips brushing hers, “when you feel safe—when you know the person holding you will catch you, no matter how far you fall.”
Her breath shuddered, and I felt it—the way her body softened, yielding to me, surrendering completely.Trust wrapped around us like a silken thread, unbreakable.
Her lips met mine, soft and warm, igniting the fire between us again—but I didn’t hold back this time.
I kissed her deeply, hungrily, claiming her mouth, tasting her breath, drinking in the moans she gave me.My hands roamed, exploring every inch of her skin, while my mouth worshipped her with the kind of reverence reserved for gods.My body pressed into hers, hard and needing, our rhythm syncing, instinctual and ancient—older than time, older than reason.
She was everything.
And tonight, I would show her exactly what that meant.
Her scent overwhelmed me—sweet, intoxicating—a drug I craved with every breath.I lowered myself between her legs, my hands spreading her thighs wide, and hovered there, letting my breath ghost over her slick heat.She gasped, her hips lifting in a silent plea.
I answered.
My tongue flicked out, teasing her folds before sliding over her clit, tasting her, devouring her.Her moan was raw, desperate, her fingers tangling in my hair, tugging me closer, deeper.
She arched beneath me, writhing, her thighs trembling as I worked her clit in slow, torturous circles—alternating between soft licks and firm pressure.Her body responded like dry tinder to flame, hips grinding against my mouth, her slick heat coating my tongue as I feasted on her, insistent, hungry, lost in her.
My cock throbbed painfully hard, still trapped in my breeches.Every gasp, every helpless cry she made sent a jolt straight through me, igniting something wild and uncontrollable in my blood.
Her legs locked around my head, pulling me tighter, her moans rising—breathless, wanton, raw.I slid a finger inside her slow and teasing, savoring the way her tight, wet walls clenched around me, her body jerking in response.
She was unraveling.
Her skin aflame under my hands, her taste slick and sweet on my tongue, her body trembling on the edge of oblivion.
I didn’t stop.I didn’t let her breathe.
I devoured her until she shattered—legs quaking, cries spilling from her lips like a prayer, like a surrender.And then, I licked her through it—slow, deep, consuming—tasting every pulse of her release, feeling every tremor of her thighs as she fell apart in my arms.
She was undone.
Writhing.Wrecked.Mine.
Her body trembled beneath me, breath ragged, chest rising and falling as she lay utterly spent—flushed, sweat-slick, her thighs still quivering from the force of her release.I rose slowly, savoring the sight of her—disheveled, glowing, ruined most exquisitely.
I licked my lips, tasting her still on my tongue, her sweetness lingering—addictive, intoxicating, a flavor I never wanted to forget.
Her eyes locked onto mine—dark with lust, wide, dazed, lips parted as she reached for me, fingers trembling, desperate.She tugged at my breeches, frantic with need, her touch igniting me like kindling to flame.I groaned, barely holding on, and tore the fabric away, freeing my cock—hard, throbbing, the head slick, aching for her.
She gasped, her breath catching, eyes fixated on me, and then her hand wrapped around my length—slow at first, then faster, her grip confident, claiming, owning me.I hissed, hips jerking into her touch, every nerve alight, my control shattered by her hand alone.
And then—her voice.
Soft.Trembling.Honest.
“Amir…” she whispered, eyes vulnerable, and fierce.“I’ve never been with a man before.”
My breath caught, her words slicing through me—raw, sacred, a gift I hadn’t expected.
But she didn’t stop—her touch, her voice.
“I want to feel everything.I want all of it—all of you.”Her voice grew bolder, trembling with need.“Don’t restrain yourself.Don’t hold back.I desire you, Amir.Take me.Completely.”
My mind snapped.My body flamed.
