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“I’m really sorry,” I whisper, dying inside. All I want to do is bolt out of here and go and hide in my hotel room and never speak of this moment again.

But my body is on fire.

Every cell, every inch of my skin, every thought is wildly inappropriate. I want him to devour every piece of me. To thrust into me and possess me in ways I have never felt before.

I shift awkwardly in his arms. He hasn’t let me go, so I haven’t been able to move away from him.

Nico is lying on his side; I’m lying on my back. He reaches over and brushes hair from my face.

“Serafina, there is nothing to be embarrassed about,” he says gently.

I bite my bottom lip, the heat on my cheeks growing uncomfortable.

He smiles. It’s not the same mocking smile I saw on my ex’s face. This smile is warm and genuine, soothing my anxiety as he looks down at me.

“I promise you, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. If you aren’t ready, that's perfectly fine.” His amber eyes look gold in this light.

My body is tingling, wanting him to kiss me again.

“It’s not—it’s not about not being ready,” I sigh, not able to look into his eyes anymore.

“What is it?” he asks patiently.

“It’s just that…something happened, with my ex—”

“What?” his voice becomes a little harder, and when his eyes grow dark, I realize he already wants to tear my ex apart and he doesn’t even know what happened.

I smile nervously. “He embarrassed me,” I say quickly, to ease his worry.

“He didn’t hurt me—not physically, anyway.

Just emotionally. We were going to—you know—and when I told him I’d never done anything like that before, he laughed about it.

He was horrified that I had no experience, and he taunted me, and then, when I broke up with him, he told everyone my secret, and they taunted me, too.

It was horrible,” I sigh heavily, the embarrassment I felt then resurfacing now as I wait for Nico’s reaction.

He’s quiet for a moment as he leans over me, his eyes studying my face.

I wish I could melt into the blankets and disappear.

Nico looks angry. It’s making my heart race with tension.

I should never have said anything. I should have kept my mouth sealed until it was over.

Then, at least, I wouldn’t be a virgin anymore, and I would never have to have this conversation again.

“That guy is a fucking asshole, and if I ever met him, I’d kill him,” he growls.

“Oh.” I thought he was angry at me for leading him on, or disappointing him.

“What do you mean, 'oh?'” He knits his brows. “That guy deserves to learn a very painful lesson for doing that to you, Sera. He’s an asshole. No one should be made to feel embarrassed about choosing to wait.”

He smiles, shaking his head. “There is nothing to be embarrassed about. You are in full control over what you’re ready to experience. Not your ex. Not me. Only you.”

His hand is gentle as it brushes over my shoulder. The touch sends shivers running through me again.

“We can just lie here and talk if you want,” he says.

“You’re not upset that I’m a virgin?” I ask, my brows furrowed.

He chuckles. “No. If you want me to be entirely honest with you…" He grins.

“I do,“ I say, watching his expression as his eyes drift over me.

“The thought of being the first man to ever thrust into you is driving me fucking insane. I’ve never been more turned on in my life.

Before you told me, you were already driving me wild.

I was already losing control. But this—this takes it to an entirely different level.

I want to do things to you that would make you scream in pleasure, Serafina.

I want to possess you in the darkest, most beautiful ways. I want to teach you everything.”

My heart is beating so fast it’s thundering in my ears. My lips part in shock as I listen to his words. His hand is drifting over my side, dangerously possessive, his fingers pressing into me as he speaks in seductive tones.

The fact that he is so turned on, yet completely willing to set it aside if I’m not ready—it’s making me wild with desire.

I am ready. I’ve been ready for far too long, but I wasn’t willing to just give myself to anyone.

From the moment I met Nico, I wanted it to be him; I just didn’t think it was possible. And now I’m here, with his golden eyes locked with mine, his attention on my body, his desire flooding through me.

My pussy is heated, pleading—

“I want this,” I whisper.

His eyes flare.

“You want this?” he asks, making sure there is no misunderstanding as he pushes his hand between my legs.

I nod, biting my lip. “I don’t want to be a virgin anymore.”

Nico lets out a low growl as he spreads my legs apart and cups my pussy in his hand. He leans over me and locks his lips over mine, letting his finger slide inside me as he kisses me.

I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him against me, encouraging him to do whatever he wants to me.

He kisses me until my lips are swollen, his finger sliding slowly in and out of me, building pleasure with each stroke.

When he shifts his body and moves lower on the bed, my heart starts racing.

He tugs my panties off, pulling them over my boots, smiling as his hands touch the leather. “These are fucking sexy,” he grins. “Can we leave them on?”

I nod, enjoying his lust—it makes me feel sexier than I’ve ever felt in my life.

“But this has to go,” he says, pulling himself forward so that I’m sitting with him between my legs. He slowly lifts my dress up over my head. I’m completely naked, completely exposed to his eyes, and his gaze is taking in every inch of me with growing feverish desire.

He gently pushes me back against the mattress.

“Lie down, spread your legs open for me, my angel,” he whispers, his voice running through me like molten gold. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he says sternly. I shake my head.

“No, please don’t stop.”

His mouth his hot as he presses his lips against the inside of my thigh.

He moves slowly, tracing kisses over my skin, moving towards the pulsing heat of my pussy.

When his tongue licks over my clit, I cry out, my fingers digging into the blankets.

He looks up at me. “Are you alright?” he asks.

“Don’t stop,” I gasp in desperation.

He grins before pressing his face between my legs again.

My body is so confused by the pleasure. One moment it’s tense, the muscles twitching and spasming, the next I’m melting into the mattress and drifting in a state of such intense pleasure that I have no idea what is real and what is not.

He moves his tongue as though he’s writing love letters against my skin, the soft warmth of his mouth pushing me to the edge and then pulling me back again. His pushes his tongue inside me, fucking me with his mouth, then moves up over my clit again to lick and tease.

When he dips his fingers inside me as his tongue plays small circles over my clit, I can’t keep it together anymore.

My legs are shaking, but my hips are lifted, pushing against his face.

He stops and looks up, his eyes on me.

“Do you want me to make you come, Serafina?”

“I-I don’t know,” I gasp.

“I can make you come now—and then again with my cock. We have all night for me to play with you.” His smile is darkly tempting.

“Oh," I gasp again, biting my lip.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Nico wraps his lips around my pussy again, and I lose my mind.

The orgasm completely steals my breath away. I fall out of this world and into another one as my entire body gives up control to him.

When the convulsing pleasure stops, I’m fighting for air.

Nico sits up, leaning over me.

“Did you enjoy that, my angel?” he asks.

I nod, unable to speak while I watch him unbutton his shirt, tugging it off and tossing it onto the floor where our coats are lying.

My eyes graze over his muscular body, carved to perfection.

I sit up, running my hand over his chest and he pulls me onto his lap, kissing me and letting me taste myself on his lips.

The thrill of it pulses fresh desire inside me.

He lifts me in his arms, standing next to the bed, as he tugs his pants off and steps out of them.

Completely naked, he looks even more incredible than I could ever have imagined.

His mouth presses over mine and he whispers, “Are you sure you want this?”, his cock pressing against my pussy.

“I’m sure,” I say, nodding.

He moves us back onto the bed, pushing my legs apart with his hips, the weight of his body pinning me down, and my heart racing wildly.

He stares right into my eyes.

“Tell me if I must stop,“ he says, his gaze locked with mine.

He pushes forward, the tip of his cock pushing inside me.

For a second, all I feel is pain.

I cry out, worried that there is something wrong with me.

He pauses, gently kissing me.

“It’s okay, it’s normal for itto hurt at first,” he says, reassuring me.

Only when he feels my body relax beneath him does he push deeper into me.

My body is flooded with confusion this time. The pain is still there, but it’s entwined with pleasure, the two mixing together as he spreads my pussy wide open and stretches me to fit his massive, throbbing cock. I can feel it pulsing inside me, twitching as he fights to control himself.

“Does it hurt?” he asks, tension in his voice.

I take several deep breaths. “It feels—incredible,” I murmur.

His low chuckle vibrates against my chest. When he starts moving his hips slowly back and forth, the pleasure outweighs the pain.

His cock slides in and out of me.

Sensations I can’t describe bolt through my body like lightning.

In this moment, I belong to him.

We are joined, connected, one person experiencing one pleasure.

He pushes deeper into me, his movements becoming more aggressive, and I cry out with surprise and delight.

He lifts himself, pressing his hands into the bed on either side of my head as he fights for control. Each thrust shoots through me and builds me up, lifting me to that same place his tongue took me.

He buries his cock deep inside me and moves his hips in small circles.

I can’t take it.

It’s too much.

Digging my nails into his back, my breathing is heavy and strained.

“Fuck—my angel—I can feel your pussy tightening over me,” he growls as he continues to move in circles. “Is this what you want?” he whispers.

“Yes.” I gasp, my grip tightening just as the word escapes my lips

My pussy explodes around him. It pulses and locks on to his cock, wave after wave of another orgasm chasing through me. To my shock, his cock gets even harder inside me, and I feel it pulsing, too, his own pleasure shooting from him as he moans deeply.

I don’t return to my room that night. And we don’t go to sleep for a few more hours. He shows me more ways that he can steal my breath away, and by the time the sun rises, shining against my closed eyes, I am willing to push the pillow over my face and sleep the entire day away.

I’ve never felt so relaxed and so exhausted in my life. My body is a little bruised, a little sore—and still I want to feel him push into me again.