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I knew going out with Raziel Tarasov was a bad idea. But did I regret it? Not entirely. The dinner wasn’t as terrible as I’d thought, and I had such a great time, contrary to my initial assumptions. I saw a softer side to him that I hadn’t seen before, and it sort of changed my perspective of him.

He wasn’t the devil, the heartless brute I thought he was. No, he was more than that, and honestly, I hadn’t been expecting to meet this version of him. The man was gentle that night and also polite to that young waiter.

Raziel Tarasov was a regular man, except more powerful and influential than most. His anger management issues seemed to be his biggest flaw, the one trait that labeled him as the devil people saw him as.

Despite how much I learned that he reveled in the fear his name inflicted in the hearts of his enemies, I saw a gentler part of him that only a few had access to.

Raziel wasn’t all that bad. He was just a man who lacked self-control, a man in need of my help. After that night, I was certain that with a few tweaks here and there, he could be a better person.

Then there was the personal issue between us— the undeniable connection that had messed with my mind since that night. Raziel was my client, and I should have control over these emotions brewing within me, but for some inexplicable reason, I couldn’t.

As fantastic and harmless as that night had seemed, I knew it was the beginning of my downfall. Our conversation then had birthed something, something more sensual, and I knew I was in big trouble.

Why on earth had I hinted at the fact that I hadn’t been with a man before? Why couldn’t I control myself? Why had I let the tension coursing through me dictate my words? Now, he knew my little secret. How was I sure that he wasn’t going to try and exploit that weakness I exposed to him?

Thoughts of Raziel Tarasov occupied my mind as I walked through the crowded sidewalk with both hands tucked in my coat pockets. The world around me seemed to fade into the background as I moved, deep in thought.

I was so busy analyzing the possible ways this situation might pan out between the two of us that I hadn’t realized I’d stepped off the curb. While I crossed the street, Raziel’s smile flashed in my head, as did his light laugh and soft expression. The way his charming eyes seemed to see right through me stirred up a flutter in my chest.

Distracted, I didn’t notice the car approaching until it almost hit me. Its speed was slightly above the limit, and my eyes widened in terror just before the collision.

The sound of the car screeching to an abrupt halt escalated my heartbeat, leaving me frozen in state—shocked and afraid. The driver had slammed on the brakes, and the vehicle skidded to a stop, but only after the bumper clipped my hips. The collision sent me stumbling sideways, and despite my effort to regain my balance, my feet tangled, and I fell hard on top of the pavement.

Everything happened so fast, and the next thing I knew, I was lying on my back, squinting at the sun’s rays. Loud gasps rose from the crowd around, and it seemed like the world was swirling. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my breath lodged itself in my throat.

I hadn’t fully come to terms with what had just happened, and I wasn’t even sure that I was still alive. Adrenaline pumped through me, and my vision was still a little hazy, my mind disoriented.

A sharp pain shot through my leg, and a soft wince escaped my lips. With gritted teeth, I sat up, my eyes darting to my leg as I assessed the knee I’d scraped during the crash. My knee throbbed, and although it hurt, it wasn’t so unbearable. I gingerly touched the scrape, my brows furrowing as I winced again, my fingers making contact with the tender skin.

I heard the car door open, and the driver leaped out of the vehicle, rushing over to me. As I jerked my head, I saw a harried-looking woman, her face pale and masked with worry.

Her heels clicked against the pavement as she rushed over to me. “Oh, my God, I am so sorry. Are you okay?” she asked, kneeling beside me. Her voice was laced with concern and guilt.

“I’m alright,” I said, managing to squeeze out a smile.

I was pissed at her for almost running me over with her car, but her genuine apology melted my heart.

“You’re bleeding,” she said, her eyes dropping to my scraped knee as her fingers flew to assess the damage.

“It’s just a scratch. I’ll live,” I said, struggling to stand back on my feet.

“We need to get you to a hospital,” she said, ignoring my statement about how mild the injury was.

I grabbed her hand and leaned into her as she helped me up. “Seriously, I’m fine—there’s no need for that.”

“I insist,” she said, looking right at me, her voice warm and soothing. “It’ll help me feel better because I really need to be sure that my clumsiness didn’t do much damage to your leg.”

“It didn’t,” I replied, a small smile playing on my lips. My expression was softening by the minute.

“You don’t know that for sure,” she argued, her eyes locked on mine. “Please, let a doctor check you out. Bill’s on me.”

I sensed her resilience and heaved a sigh. “You’re not gonna take no for an answer, are you?”

Her lips curled into a smile as she shook her head.

A soft, quiet laugh escaped me, and I lowered my head and pinched the bridge of my nose.

“I’m Bella, by the way,” she introduced herself, her grin widening. She also extended her hand for a shake.

“Clarice.” I mirrored her gesture and took her hand.

“Alright, Clarice, let’s get you to a hospital.” She beamed, helping me to her car.

***

At the hospital, the emergency ward was a flurry of activity, the air thick with the scent of disinfectant and the subtle beeps of the medical equipment.

I sat on the edge of the narrow bed, thinking how unnecessary this trip was, considering there was absolutely nothing serious wrong with me.

Bella, whose insistence was the reason we were in the first place, turned out to be quite the loquacious one, and I couldn't help but enjoy her company. Her indulgence was reassuring, her lively chats occupying my mind and prompting smiles on my face.

She glanced behind me, her eyes darting toward the entrance. “Oh, the doctor’s here—finally,” she said, her voice tinged with relief.

I heard the door open and looked back, watching a nurse bustle in, followed by a doctor with a kind face and a clipboard. “Sorry to have kept you waiting,” he said, his voice calm and soothing as he halted in front of me.

“I thought it’s called an ‘Emergency Room’ because you guys give swift responses to emergency cases,” Bella said, her eyes fixed on the young doctor, and a faint, almost undetectable scowl flashed across her face.

“Apologies for the delay, ma’am,” he replied casually, a small smile dancing on his lips.

He looked at me, and then his eyes dropped to my injury. “Okay, let’s take a look at your knee, shall we?”

I locked eyes with Bella as she stood beside me, chewing on her nails, watching the kind doctor examine the knee with expert precision. His gloved fingers massaged the affected area, his touch gentle and soothing.

He glanced up at my face and asked, “Can you walk me through what happened?”

“Uh…I was crossing the street, and I didn’t see a car coming until it almost hit me,” I replied, wincing as the pain spread through my knee.

“Almost?” He raised a brow in question, his professional fingers still working their magic.

I shot a quick glance at Bella and then returned my gaze to him.

“Well, the driver wasn’t exactly reckless,” Bella chipped in, scratching the back of her head. “Luckily, they were able to slam on the brakes on time.” A glint of guilt and justification crept into her tone.

The doctor raised his head in her direction, and she looked away, avoiding his eyes. His smile was knowing, but he said nothing to her.

He continued his examination, prompting occasional winces when he touched a tender spot. “It’s just a minor bruise,” he announced with a reassuring grin. “Nothing to worry about.” The doctor straightened and held my gaze. “I’ll fix you with a bandage, and you’ll be good as new.” He signaled the nurse, and she strolled over to a section of the ward.

“See? I told you,” I said to Bella, a smile spreading across my face. “Are you satisfied?” I asked, looking right at her.

“Not yet. He has to bandage it first.” Her eyes crinkled at the corners, her lips parting to reveal her beautiful smile.

I let out a disbelieving scoff and shook my head as the nurse returned with a small bandage.

The doctor accepted it, and with quick efficiency, he applied it to my knee. “All set,” he said, retaining that smile he’d had on from the onset. “Just take it easy for the rest of the day, and you'll be fine.”

“Thanks, Doc,” I said, mirroring his grin.

He gave me a subtle nod and departed with the nurse, accepting a phone call on their way out.

“Phew! That’s a relief,” Bella said, her hand on her chest. She kept her eyes pinned on me.

“Happy now?” I cocked my head to the side, casting a somewhat serious look at her.

Her lips curved into a mischievous smile, signaling that she was about to retort in a way that might get me grumbling.

I squinted and narrowed my eyes.

“Well, not yet. I have to make sure that you get home safe first,” she said, her tone laced with finality.

A soft laugh escaped my lips, and my brows shot up. “Are you kidding me?”

She shook her head. “No, ma’am, I’m not.”

I let out a sigh, swiping a palm across my face. “Honestly, Bella, I’m okay. You heard the doctor. It’s just a minor bruise.”

“This isn’t about the bruise anymore, Clary,” she said and added almost immediately, “I can call you Clary, right?”

I chuckled, nodding my head, amused by this strange woman’s effortless means of easing my stress. Within the past few minutes, we’d bonded in a way that was both intriguing and concerning.

“Look, you can call me selfish, fine—but I’m doing this for me,” she continued, her soft expression complementing the smile on her lips. “Making sure that you get home safe and sound would make me feel a little bit less terrible of myself.”

There was no ditching this one. No way. She was such a persistent person, and I couldn’t get rid of her that easily. Maybe if I were in her shoes, I’d be just as concerned about the other person’s safety as well.

I drew a deep breath, finally succumbing to her ridiculous insistence. “Fine, you win. I’ll let you take me home.”

She grabbed her purse from the table and flashed me a teasing grin. “You know, I like that you think you actually had a say in this.”

I laughed, and she did, too, helping me carry my bag.

All through the drive, Bella and I chatted, and for some twisted reason, a part of me was glad that she almost ran me over. If she hadn’t bumped into me with her car, I never would have met such a wonderful soul.

She pulled over by the pavement outside my house and then beamed at me. “Now, I'm satisfied.”

My lips curled into a smile, and I turned to face her from the front passenger seat. “Thank you, Bella.”

“Don't thank me. You would’ve done the same thing if you were in my shoes,” she replied, her tone laced with modesty.

True. I would’ve.

“It was nice meeting you, Bella,” I said, my voice soft and smooth.

“I wish it were under better circumstances,” she said, holding my gaze. “But I’m glad we crossed paths.” She flashed me a mysterious grin.

It was silent in the car’s cabin for a moment until I broke it. “Alright. I’ll see you around.” I opened the door and grabbed my small bag from the dashboard.

“Oh, you most certainly will.” She chuckled, watching me step out of the car.

I bade her goodbye, and her car drove away, leaving me by the sidewalk. I shook my head, amused by how her happiness had rubbed off on me. I hadn’t returned home the same way I left—confused and overthinking. Thanks to Bella, I came home in a better state of mind, even though the story would have turned out to be a tragedy if she hadn’t hit the brakes on time.

With a deep sigh, I headed toward my house, the keys jingling in my hand as I opened the door. It wasn’t until I was almost in my living room that it hit me, and I paused in my tracks.

Wait a minute, I thought I locked that? I thought to myself, glancing back at the entrance with squinted eyes.

“You really should change your locks,” a very familiar voice, deep and husky, spoke from my living room.

“Jesus Christ!” I flinched, almost jumping out of my skin—literally—my hand flying to my chest in fear and shock. My eyes fell on the man sitting comfortably on my sofa with his legs crossed and hands on the armrest like a king on a throne.

It was him: the man who had occupied my mind all day long and the reason I was almost run over earlier today. Raziel Tarasov.

He sat there with a smirk on his lips, as if he enjoyed the way I’d just freaked out at the sound of his voice. He rose to his feet, his imposing figure commanding attention.

Like a bee to honey, my eyes were drawn to his torso, where the fabric of his V-neck black shirt clung to his skin, accentuating his muscles. Raziel stood in my living room, his hands casually tucked in his pockets, his sharp gaze pinned on me.

I felt a cold shiver run down my spine as I discreetly drank in the sight of his hot body. My fingertips tingled, and my heart sank into my stomach, leaving me almost breathless. Why was he here?

“Wh…what’re you doing here, Raz?” I demanded, taking a cautious step further, my eyes darting across the room as if searching for someone else.

“I came to be sure that you’re fine,” he said, his gaze dropping to my bandaged knee.

I halted in front of him, my eyes narrowing. I was a bit puzzled by his claims at first, and then the realization hit me. My face contorted into a frown, and my brows furrowed, forming faint creases between them.

“Have you been stalking me?” I questioned, my tone a bit more biting than usual as a pang of frustration brewed within me.

Raziel closed the distance between us in a single stride, his grip firm around my wrist, forcing me to flinch at his sudden move. “You don’t get it, do you?” he growled, his voice deep, low, and dangerous. His eyes bore into mine with a glint of possessiveness dancing in their depths. “I don’t trust the world with you,” he added, looking into my eyes.

I squirmed out of his grip, my head pulling back in surprise. “You don’t trust the world with me? What’s that supposed to mean?” I demanded, a faint scowl flashing across my face.

“It means that I don’t want you getting hurt,” he said, pulling me back to himself, his arm around my waist.

My body collided with his, my bosom against his broad chest as I jerked my head, looking into his eyes. The rich scent of his cologne enveloped me, and his tender grip on my wrist thawed my heart. His touch was dominating yet electrifying and, in that close proximity, quickened my heartbeat.

The air around us was thick with tension, and my breath lodged in my throat, my stare remaining glued to his face. His gentle pull on my hip connected my lap to his, and a jolt of electricity surged through my body. My breathing was jagged—slow but unsteady—my anxiety building by the second.

I’d been more afraid in my life, and I'd also never wanted anyone as badly as I wanted him. It was as though his grip and the feeling of my body on his ignited a fire within. Now, the flames were burning, and I couldn’t put them out. My heart was hammering, and my chest was heaving rapidly.

My lips trembled as his fingers took a handful of my hair and gently pulled, forcing my head to jerk upward.

“I can’t stand seeing you getting hurt,” he muttered, his low, husky voice sending shivers down my spine. His eyes fell to my heaving chest, settling momentarily on my cleavage. “And I can’t seem to stay away from you, either,” he confessed, his breath warm against my skin.

“I…I…” came my stuttered response, my whole body shaking like a leaf. “This…this is wrong,” I whispered, trembling at the feeling of his hand caressing my face, his palm smooth over my skin. “This is very wrong, Raziel.”

“Yet you want it,” he said, pulling me closer so I could feel his erection.

My eyes widened slightly as the print of his shaft pressed against me. I bit my lower lip, my expression mirroring the ecstasy coursing through my blood. I could almost hear the sound of my heart pounding like a drum, and in that moment, I found myself melting into him.

I was vulnerable—weak and overwhelmed with passion and desire, their flames engulfing every cell in my body. It was useless resisting him because the more I tried to fight back this urge to let him into me, the weaker I became—physically and emotionally.

I craved to have him deep inside me, to let him take my innocence, and there was no denying that. This was a terrible, terrible mistake that I was about to make, but I couldn’t help myself.

A sudden heat spread across my body while I was simultaneously overwhelmed by cold, the kind that caused my core to tremble.

How was I cold and hot at the same time? Why was I unable to resist him? The problem here wasn’t that I couldn’t turn him down; it was that I didn’t want to.

I was already dripping wet, and I knew in my heart of hearts that this was the day I would lose my virginity.

Raziel Tarasov was toxic and dangerous, yet I was still drawn to him, pulled in by his darkness. This man was deadly, and his touch was like poison, slowly creeping into my system and weakening all of my defenses.

I should push him away. I should send him out of my place. But I wouldn’t. I loved the way he touched me, the way his possessive hands wrapped around me like a protective shield.

He was right. I wanted this as much as he did, so why deny myself this pleasure? I would definitely regret this later, but for now, I’d give in to this temptation and satisfy this insatiable hunger that had sprawled out of control.

“Tell me to stop, and I will,” he whispered, his fresh breath against my face.

His words fueled my desire, like adding coal to a flame, and I felt my body shudder. I couldn’t bring myself to tear my gaze off him, and the more my eyes bore into his, the more aroused I became.

His grip around my waist tightened, and his hand dared to settle on my left breast. “Say it. Tell me to stop.” His low, husky whisper challenged me to resist him.

His fingers grazed against my hard nipples over the fabric of my white top, and I didn’t realize it when I let out a soft groan. Raziel’s electric touch sparked something in me, something primal.

Driven by passion and the sensation that caused my thighs to brush against each other, I drew a deep breath, damning the consequences of my actions.

Fuck it, I thought to myself, and in an instant, our lips clashed in a fervent kiss.

With a swift motion, he helped shed my coat and tossed it on the floor, his tongue sliding into my mouth. The sensation left me breathless, wanting more of him, and more of him he gave. Our heads came together in perfect sync, as if dancing to the rhythm of the passion coursing through us.

My fingers grasped the hem of his V-neck black shirt, and with an effortless pull, I stripped him from the wait upward. While our tongues danced in our mouths, my hands roamed his chiseled torso, his skin thick beneath my palms. I could feel the ridges of his abs and the few scars that mapped his torso, adding to his rugged masculinity.

With a practiced precision, I flicked my heels off, my feet settling on the fine wooden floor. His palms grabbed my ass, and in a second, he lifted up like a feather and locked my legs around his waist.

My hair cascaded down my face like a river as I lowered my head, my lips still locked to his. Raziel’s kiss fueled my passion, and I couldn’t wait to have him inside me. Without breaking the fervent kiss, he headed upstairs with me in his strong arms.

He located my room with ease, considering it was the only bedroom upstairs. Bursting in through the door, he walked over to the bed, where he gently lowered me on my back. Raziel’s lips felt mine, and a quiet moan escaped my mouth. He kissed my neck through to my chest before yanking off my white shirt.

Raziel’s eyes narrowed, and a faint self-satisfied smirk lined his lips the moment my breasts came into view. My pulse quickened, and my chest was heaving rapidly with slow breaths.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, bending over to kiss them tenderly, one at a time.

“Oh, yes.” The sweet moan fell out of my lips, and I released a soft sigh, my muscles relaxing at the sensation jolting across my body.

The feeling of his tongue licking and sucking on my nipples sent my hands flying into my hair, and my face contorted in pleasure. I didn’t think that a woman could experience such an amazing feeling just by having her breasts sucked. It felt so good and relaxing at the same time.

His hands traveled across my body, possessing every part and parcel of me. At his expert touch, I trembled, gradually surrendering myself to him. Raziel was sucking, fondling, and squeezing my breasts like a man who knew how to pleasure a woman.

He was so good at it that I couldn’t hold back my moans. I writhed beneath him, my fingers massaging my scalp with shut eyes. He was only touching my breasts, and I was already so excited. How would I feel when he finally traveled inside me?

My heart raced with anticipation, and my body stiffened as he left my breasts and kissed down to my belly button. His fingers grasped my waistband, and that was when I reopened my eyes and looked down between my legs. His gaze met with mine in a silent permission to take my pants off.

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding like a drum, and my eyes never leaving his face. Raziel tugged down my pants, taking them off me and exposing my black panties. In a fleeting moment of embarrassment, I felt my cheeks warm, and my heart paused for a second. I studied the expression on his face, searching for any sign of disappointment, but instead, I found a small grin.

“Has anyone ever tasted you before?” he asked, his gaze locking to mine as his fingers grazed over the fabric of my panties.

I rolled my eyes in ecstasy, biting my lower lip at the feeling of my wetness beneath his finger. My legs trembled as he caressed my thighs, kissing and licking my skin.

I rested on my elbows, my eyes fixed on him, watching this attractive man tease me, making me crave him even more. Lost in a sea of passion and anticipation, I almost forgot about what he’d asked until he repeated himself, rephrasing the question.

“Are you familiar with the pleasure of oral intimacy?” His husky voice sent shivers down my spine.

I shook my head, my breath heavy and hard to catch.

A smirk twitched on his lips, his fingers still grazing over the fabric of my panties. My body shuddered, anticipating his next move, as it felt like my heart was either going to give out or explode in my chest.

“Would you like to experience that?” he asked, his sexy gaze draining me of what little strength I had left.

I nodded, struggling with my jagged breaths.

“Say it. Say you want me to go down on you,” he said, his tone both endearing and commanding.

“I want you to go down on me,” I replied, losing control of my body, mind, and soul.

He was in charge, and he let me know that. His dominating aura was clear as day, and I liked it; I liked being under his control. It felt strangely good.

Raziel buried his face between my legs and drew a long breath as if pleased with the scent of my arousal. His fingers grasped my panties, and with a single pull, he yanked them off. His eyes darted back to my face, his small grin retained as he inhaled my scent again.

“You smell good, and I bet you’ll taste even better,” he whispered, his smooth tone dripping with certainty.

I honestly hoped so because I didn’t want to disappoint him. This was the first time anyone would ever explore my sweetness, and for a moment there, I second-guessed whether or not he’d like it. This made me nervous, stealing my breath away.

My heart raced with anticipation as he broke eye contact and lowered his head. “Oh, my goodness,” I moaned, my eyes rolling backward.

The feeling of his tongue on my entrance sent a jolt of electricity surging through my body. I fell on my back, fingers tugging against the sheets as I reveled in the feeling of ecstasy sprinting through me. My toes curled in rapture, and my mouth was shaped like an “O,” with pleasured gasps escaping my lips.

His tongue wiped my cunt, taking and licking my wetness as he sucked on my clit. The passion with which he ate me up hinted at the fact he delighted in my flavor. His tongue worked magic on my entrance, and I bucked my hips, seeking deeper contact.

I arched my back in passionate abandon, my grip tightening around the sheets. His hand caressed my thighs and then roamed my body, feeling the softness of my skin. The erotic thrill sent shivers down my spine, and the sweet sensations traveled to my brain.

To him, I surrendered myself completely, moaning with his name on my lips. My hand flew to cover my mouth so he wouldn’t hear me calling out for him. It was embarrassing to have done that, and I could only hope that he hadn’t heard me.

The moisture from his mouth mixed with my wetness, and this electric combination filled me with an intoxicating euphoria. Raziel licked my cunt like an expert, and his possessive hands were all over me, tracing my curves and contours.

My legs shuddered in the air, and he held me in place, his hands grabbing my thighs. I closed my eyes, feeling the sparks of electricity surging through my trembling body. My face contorted in sheer pleasure, and I writhed against the sheets, pressing my palm over my mouth.

Whatever Raziel was doing to me was so good that I almost screamed in orgasmic pleasure. My palm muffled my moans, but only for so long, as this unbridled joy got the better of me. I threw my hands into my hair and released a loud moan that was sweet music to my ears, fueling my desire. “Yessss…that feels so good…!” I grabbed my breasts and fondled them, tuning my own nipples.

The sensation, the supreme pleasure, was killing me softly, especially because the feeling blended with Raziel’s magical tongue. I felt like I was starting to lose my mind.

My face scrunched up in ecstasy, and my breath lodged in my throat. My eyes were closed, and my mouth was open but producing no sounds. In the end, what came forth from my lips was a loud gasp.

Raziel pulled his face backward, leaving my pussy to itself for a moment while my whole body jerked. Now, I wanted him even more than before.

I leaned forward, grabbed him by the belt, and pulled him to myself.

He wiped my juice off his mouth and reclaimed my lips, engaging me in a kiss so intense that it left us both breathless. While tongues danced and twirled in our mouths, I unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and dipped my hand into his groin. My fingers wrapped around his hard, long shaft, and my heart skipped a beat.

I withdrew the veiny organ and stroked its length, satisfied by the size. I wasn’t an expert at dick sizes and couldn’t tell if he was above average or simply average. One thing was certain, though: That weapon of his was not below average.

His palm cupped my breast, squeezed and fondled it, and his lips still locked to mine. I teased myself with his cock, grazing his cap over my slippery entrance. The feeling was ecstatic, but his lips on mine wouldn’t let me express my moans.

I was wet for him, super excited, and my body was tense, quivering with erotic thrill. I broke free from his possessive lips and stared into his sexy eyes. “Take me,” I pleaded, unaware of when the words fell off my mouth.

His lips curled into a smile, and his hand slid down to grab his cock, positioning it outside my entrance. “I know you haven’t done this before, so I’ll be gentle,” he whispered, holding my gaze.

I looked deep into his eyes, mine widening as he slowly penetrated my cunt. My body stiffened in readiness to accept him, and my breath ceased in the process. A soft, long groan escaped my lips, and my face scrunched up in pain as I felt my flesh tearing, splitting to accommodate his cock.

He paused, taking note of my agony. With a gentler move, he pushed further in, my tight pussy ripping apart to swallow his cock. The more he drove into me, the more tightly I closed my eyes, feeling the pain jolting across my body.

“Is it all in?” I asked, my thighs shaking and my voice cracking under the weight of my pain.

“Almost,” he said, his tone soft and tender as he drove deeper but carefully.

I pressed my lips together, my body stiffening as I squeezed tightly against the sheets. “Oh, my God, it’s so deep,” I moaned, reopening my eyes.

My muscles, which had constricted moments ago, now relaxed briefly as he pulled out with a slow, careful move. I let out a soft sigh, a wind of relief blowing across my face. Raziel inserted his shaft back inside me and repeated the process: in…out. The more he practiced that, the easier his penetration became.

Now, it was more pleasure, less pain, and it felt so good. My pussy was already so wet and slippery, my juice serving as a natural lubricant that eased the process.

Raziel’s waist ground into mine, his cock slowly thrusting inside me. I moaned, unable to contain the sensual delight that brought tears to my eyes. My legs hung in the air, and my arms wrapped around him as our bodies collided in the heat of passion. His hands traversed my body, sending electric sparks through me.

I raked my fingers into his back, my nails digging into his tough skin, and my eyes widened as he plunged deeper into me. My moans grew louder as his pace quickened. He seized my hands and pinned them down on the bed, his waist grinding against mine. The feeling of being in bondage, unable to use my hands, was surprisingly erotic. I enjoyed being at his mercy with little or no control over my own body. It was ecstatic.

He slid both my hands over my head and pinned them down together under one of his. With the other, he mildly choked me, gripping my neck with a tender and cautious hold. I loved it. He exerted his dominance over me, and I surrendered to his authority, my pussy getting wetter and wetter.

He increased his pace, ramming me harder, faster, and deeper while holding me in place and choking my neck. My eyes misted with tears drawn from sheer pleasure as my breasts bounced back and forth to the rhythm of his rapid thrusts.

Raziel unleashed a primal growl, like a wounded beast. His legs trembled, and his face contorted in pleasure, yet he wouldn’t stop or slow down. I wrapped my arms around his back, moaning in his ear while he continued to plunge further into me. Raziel raised my leg, and with a single shot, he released his essence inside me.

His warmth spread into my pussy as he pushed deeper and deeper inside me, his thick grunt highlighting his pleasure.

I grabbed him tightly, accepting his load with wide-open eyes until his body collapsed on mine. By the end, we were both spent, exhausted, and gasping for breath.

Raziel slid off me, and we lay on our backs, facing the ceiling. I’d yet to come to terms with the fact that I just had sex with Raziel Tarasov—my client with extreme anger issues.

The sex was mind-blowing, and the feeling beat my expectations. This wasn’t how I’d envisioned losing my virginity, but I couldn’t deny what a wonderful time I had. Raziel made my first experience quite a memorable one, and now, despite the complexity of the situation, a part of me craved him even more.

The man knew how to pleasure a woman, and today, he made a woman out of me. He handled me so well that I couldn’t stop smiling, and my cheeks wouldn’t stop flushing. I turned sideways and looked at him, his eyes locked to mine. He smoothed his tousled hair backward, and his lips curled into a smile that seemed rather genuine.

How did he manage to get so close to me in such a short period of time? He hadn’t only gotten close to me; he’d also gotten into my pants and made me feel so good. Raziel Tarasov did what no man had ever done to me, and I couldn’t help but marvel at this.

Sleeping with him was my guilty pleasure. I knew it was wrong, but if I hadn’t given in to this temptation, I would have missed out on such a wonderful experience. I could feel my pussy tingling and my nipples hardening. It was clear that I wanted more of him—today, tomorrow, and even the day after that.

This was a terrible situation that I found myself in, and if I didn’t tread with caution, it would land me in so much trouble.