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Fiona

What am I doing? Here’s this gorgeous man telling me he wants me, and I’m what…staring at the ocean instead of getting naked with him? I’m an idiot.

However, I believe him…it’s not why I’m hesitating.

“Stellan,” I whisper, and he steps out onto the balcony with me.

“What’s up?”

I gaze into his dark eyes. I just need to rip the bandaid off. “I believe you,” I say.

His face lights up like a Christmas tree on Christmas Eve. “You do?”

I nod. “Of course, and the reason I’m hesitant is…well, um,” I can’t believe I’m going to say this out loud,” I’m a virgin.”

Something that looks like relief graces Stellan’s face. “A virgin? That’s okay.” He steps closer. “Why would that make you afraid?”

“Well, you’ve been with millions of women, and have way more experience.”

He smirks at me, and the sight is breathtaking. “Millions?” he shakes his head slowly, “I can assure you I haven’t been with millions. I don’t think that’s even physically possible.”

I laugh lightly, the tension of the room easing slightly. “You know what I mean.”

He traces a finger down my cheek. “I’ve never been with anyone like you before.”

Chills skate down my spine at his touch. “Oh,” I whisper, the anxiety fading away slightly. “I just don’t really know what I’m doing.”

“I’ll take care of you.” His gaze softens, and for a moment, I think he’s going to say something, but then he just reaches out and brushes a lock of hair from my face. The simple touch sends heat rushing through me, and before I know it, I’m stepping toward him, drawn by that magnetic pull that’s been building since we arrived.

He doesn’t wait. His hands find my waist, pulling me to him, and I let him. His lips are gentle at first, a soft kiss that makes my heart race, but it doesn’t stay soft for long. His kiss deepens, and I find myself melting against him, my hands instinctively going to his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath his shirt.

I can’t stop myself from kissing him back, my body responding to the way he holds me, the way he makes me feel like I’m the only thing that matters. It’s all consuming, and for the first time in a long time, I don’t feel like I have to hold back.

He pulls away for a moment, his breath uneven, his eyes dark with desire. "Fiona," he breathes, his voice rough. "You’re driving me crazy."

I can’t find the words to respond. Instead, I pull him back toward me, my lips crashing into his once more. I feel his hands move, tugging at my jacket, the fabric sliding off my shoulders. His touch is careful, as if he’s giving me the space to stop him if I need to, but I don’t. I want this. I want him .

The jacket hits the floor, and his hands move to the back of my shirt, pushing it up, the cool air of the room meeting my skin. He’s gentle, careful, but there’s something in the way he touches me that makes me feel seen, wanted, cherished. Every inch of my skin is on fire, and I can’t seem to get close enough to him.

I tug at his shirt, wanting to feel his skin against mine, and when I do, I gasp. His body is hard, defined, and as my hands roam over him, I can feel how much he wants this too.

He pulls away for a moment, his forehead resting against mine, both of us breathing heavily. “Are you sure?” he asks, his voice tight with restraint.

I nod, my hands on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. “Yes.”

And that’s all it takes. He kisses me again, this time with more urgency, more hunger. His hands move lower, and I feel my breath catch in my throat as he touches me in ways that make everything inside me ache.

We take our time, exploring, touching, kissing like we’re the only two people in the world. And with every kiss, every touch, I feel more and more like I’m giving him pieces of me that I never knew I wanted to share.

He moves with purpose, getting me to the edge of the bed. “Fiona,” he whispers, “I’ve wanted to do this to you since I first laid eyes on you.”

“Do what?”

“Lick you everywhere.” He smiles, pushing me gently onto the bed, lowering slightly so he can undo my jeans and bring them down my long legs. He stands back up to his full height, and my breath catches at the sight of him.

I knew he was gorgeous, but nothing could have prepared me for Stellan in the hotel room, shirt off, six-pack on point, and his eyes burning with desire. It’s a mouthwatering sight.

“I like the way you’re staring at me,” he says, his voice husky and low.

“And how’s that?” I try to give him my best sexy stare, batting my eyelashes.

“Like you need me to take care of you. Like you’ve been thinking about it since the moment we met.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re really cocky?”

His smile widens. “Honey, with a cock like mine you can’t really expect me to be any other way.” He undoes his jeans, pulling them down just enough to free his dick from his pants, and my eyes nearly pop out of my head.

“Oh my god,” I whisper. “It’s so…” My words fail me. I can’t comprehend the size of it. It’s large enough to conquer the world.

“Big,” he finishes for me.

My cheeks flame red hot. “Yeah.”

Stellan smiles wide, like he’s proud. It isn’t in a cocky way anymore, it’s in a way that he’s happy I appreciate him, and now I worry about him appreciating me.

That all fades away when I see the heat smoldering in his eyes. The way he looks at me like he wants to devour me makes my body ache with a need I’ve never felt before.

“You’re stunning,” he whispers like he can barely breathe. “It’s overwhelming.”

“What do you mean?” I sit up a little, propping up on my elbows.

He strokes his dick with his fist and it makes me blush harder. “It means I don’t know what part of you I want to lick first.” He steps closer, the bed dipping as he gets on. “First, we need to get rid of these panties.” He moves over me, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of my underwear.

He pulls them down my legs, and he gets all choked up. “Fuck, I wasn’t expecting your pussy to be so damn pretty.”

I try to twist my body so he can’t see me, but he sets his strong hands on my hips to steady me. “I can’t believe you just said that.” I laugh a little, but he doesn’t.

His eyes bore into mine. “And I mean it,” he whispers as he lowers himself between my legs. He swipes his tongue through my wetness, making me nearly buck off the bed.

“Oh my god,” I shout out.

Stellan continues his assault on my pussy as I squeeze my eyes shut, enjoying every single feeling. It’s unlike anything. He’s so good with his tongue, and I find my body climbing toward an orgasm in a matter of seconds.

“Your pussy is so sweet,” he whispers against my heated skin. He lowers his head, licking, sucking, nibbling along my skin.

My fingers push through his thick hair, yanking to keep him close. “I’m about to…” my words fail me as my orgasm looms.

He lifts up slightly to focus his attention on my clit while he pushes a finger inside me. “So fucking tight.” He fills me up, and it’s an unexpected feeling.

His tongue is magic as he creates the perfect pressure on my clit, and before I can even take my next breath, I’m shouting out through my orgasm.

“Oh, God,” I call out. “Yes, oh God.”

He lifts his head slightly. “Not god, baby. It’s all me making you come so good.” He moves up my body in an instant, kissing me.

I can taste myself on his lips, and it turns me on even more. “Stellan,” I whisper. “That was so…” my words fail me once more as he presses the tip of his dick at my entrance.

He runs the head of his dick up and down my seam. “Are you on the pill?”

I shake my head. “No.”

He sucks in a breath. “One day I’ll fuck you bare, but not tonight.” He moves away from me for a split second to retrieve a condom from his wallet. “For now we need to use this until I can fully feel you.”

I want to go on the pill for him. I want to do whatever he asks of me, because I want him to enjoy himself too. “I’ll go on the pill for you,” I say, remembering just a few short days ago we were pretending to be a couple, and now it all feels so much more real.

He rips the condom wrapper with his teeth, and I watch as he slides the material over his dick. “I want to take care of you, Fiona. You’re mine now.” He leans in to kiss me as he presses the tip of his hardness against my opening.

“I want you to take care of me, Daddy,” I say, more for fun, but his eyes spark.

“Oh fuck, I like when you call me that, little girl.” He pushes his dick deeper inside me, and it feels foreign almost. So much pressure.

More so than his finger. I wince slightly, trying to fight the intrusion.

“Relax baby,” Stellan says, smoothing a hand over my hair. “Spread your legs wider, and take this cock. I know you can do it.”

I do as he says, spreading my legs and hooking my ankles behind his back. “It’s too big,” I whisper.

He trails kisses up my neck as he whispers in my ear, “You can do this, Fiona. I know you can. You can handle your daddy’s cock like a good little girl.”

Hearing him talk dirty to me turns me on, and it makes me want to be able to handle him. I breathe in through my nose, out my mouth as he pushes in deeper. He keeps pushing and the more he does the better it feels, sort of.

“I don’t know,” I say out loud. “I don’t know if it’ll fit.”

Stellan props up, his eyes boring into mine. “It’ll fit, baby. It’ll fit perfectly, because your body was made for me. Your body was made to handle this cock.”

I smile. “How can you be so sure?” I ask him.

He presses a quick kiss to my mouth before answering, “Because I’ve never felt anything like this before. Like you were made for me. Like you’re mine.” He pushes in deeper, and is met with resistance. “That’s your cherry, Fiona. This is going to sting for a quick second and then it’s going to start feeling so fucking perfect.”

I squeeze my eyes shut as he pushes through my virginity. Bright colors explode behind my eyelids as he moves inside me. And he’s right—after a few seconds everything feels perfect.

He keeps pushing, picking up speed as he goes. “You feel so fucking good,” he grunts out.

I hold onto him, my body feeling like it’s about to float away. “Oh, Stellan,” I yell out into the room. “It’s so good.”

“Your pussy is wrapped around me so tight. Fuck, you were made for this cock. You were made to handle this fuck I’m giving you.” He squeezes one hand into the flesh of my ass, while the other wraps around my shoulder, keeping me in place. “Fuck,” he grunts out once more.

“I’m so close,” I say, my body building and building toward a precipice I’m not even sure if I’m ready for. I’ve never been this close to another human being in my life, and the feel of Stellan deep inside me brings us even closer on every level.

He keeps pushing in and out of me, over and over again. My body’s so close to crumbling that I hold onto him like my only lifeline. “Come for me,” he demands, and it’s like my body responds to him without question.

I unravel.

I completely come undone as he keeps screwing me harder and harder.

“Stellan,” I call out at the height of my orgasm, and he pushes in even deeper.

“I’m close,” he whispers against the shell of my ear. “So fucking close.” He thrusts deep a few times and then his body is jerking above me.

When we finally pull away, the room is heavy with the aftermath of everything we’ve shared in just a few moments. We’re both breathless, our hearts racing, and I know that this isn’t just some fling. This— us —is real. It’s not just for the cameras, not just for the media.

It’s real .

And I can’t stop myself from smiling. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this,” I say, my voice soft but full of awe.

Stellan looks at me, his expression serious, but there’s something in his eyes—something like tenderness. “Good,” he says, his lips curling into a smile. “Because I don’t want you to.”

And as I rest my head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart, I realize that, for the first time in a long time, I’m not afraid of what comes next. I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.