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TWENTY-SIX

DRAKE

I can’t believe she’s here. That she made the first move and laid out her wishes like a petulant child.

She wants me.

Nothing is clearer in my mind and I’m aware of the risks involved but kind of think she’s worth all that.

My reaction encourages her to be bolder and as she slides her hand under my t-shirt, it rests on my firm abs, causing me to groan out loud.

I pull away and stare into her eyes, a flash of determination in mine, and she gasps, “Please, Drake. I’m beg–”

I shake my head, fire lighting my eyes. “Never beg me for anything, Imogen, because I would give you the world willingly.”

I crush my lips to hers and push aside common sense. Fuck being respectful. There is no man who would treat this woman better than I can.

Lust mixes with protective instinct and I push her against the counter, demolishing her lips like a crazy maniac. Nothing feels wrong about this—at all, and I go with my gut instinct and demonstrate exactly what happens to the woman I can’t shake from my heart.

She kisses me back with equal passion and as my hand slides under her dress, it rests on her thigh, not daring to presume to go any further.

She shivers against me and whispers, “I’ve never–”

“I know, and you don’t have to now. It’s your choice.”

“I want to.” She pulls back and stares into my eyes and smiles and any last remaining doubts are pushed firmly aside.

“If we only get one night, this is the one. I want it to be you, Drake, and the conversation was merely an excuse.”

I admire her bravery and yet her smile quivers as uncertainty creeps in and I shake my head, her brilliance dulling a little as she senses a refusal.

But I can refuse her nothing and so I take her hand and press it to my heart and stare deep into her eyes and whisper, “Tell me to stop at any time and I will.”

She nods, tugging her bottom lip into her teeth, and I cup her face and reassure her. “I’ll be gentle, darlin’.”

“I know.”

I clasp her hand in mine and pull her from the room into the darkened bedroom illuminated by moonlight. I turn to face her and as she holds my gaze, she shimmies out of her dress, the fabric falling to the ground in a heap, revealing a set of black lingerie that causes my eyes to pop.

“Fuck.”

My low whistle commands my cock and as I shrug out of my sweatpants, her eyes widen at the sight.

“Fuck.” She repeats my words back at me and then smiles and it’s as if an angel lights the room with the halo surrounding her.

My angel. My gorgeous angel and one of cupid’s arrows spears me directly in my heart.

I cross the room and pull her against me, dipping my lips to her neck, sucking and savoring innocence in all its glory.

Her small moan spurs me on harder and as I transfer my attention to the swell of her breast, she mewls like a kitten.

With practiced ease, I slip off her bra and tug down her panties, dropping to my knees.

Her fingers tangle in my hair as I inch her thighs apart and lick her clit softly, loving the first taste of my woman.

It’s a honey I could get addicted to, and she parts her legs as I tease her clit, drawing out her innocence, claiming it as mine.

She holds tightly onto my head as I tease her into my submission and as her glorious honey coats my tongue, my deep groan informs her I am her servant now.

She shivers against me and I kiss my way up her body, fastening my lips to hers and as our tongues collide, I press her backward onto the bed. Positioning myself between her thighs, my hand stroking her face as I stare deep into her eyes.

“Tell me to stop.” I almost beg her to save me from my imminent crime because tasting forbidden fruit is a delicacy I never appreciated until now.

“No.” Her eyes light with mischief. “I want you to make me a woman, Drake. It must be you.”

My cock twitches against her thigh and she smiles suggestively and reaches down, circling it with her fingers, applying enough pressure to drive any doubts from my mind. Then she cups my balls and squeezes them gently and whispers, “I’ve never done anything like this before and to be honest–”

She kisses me on the lips before saying, “I like it.”

With a groan, I reach for the condom on the bedside table and holding it up in front of her, I raise my eyes. “Last chance.”

“I stand no chance of ever saying no to you, Drake.”

The honesty in her smile is as damaging as in those baby blues and as I wrap my cock, I savor the moment as she gazes trustingly into my eyes.

“This may hurt.” I warn her and she shakes her head.

“It will hurt more if you don’t.”

Its enough permission for me to press the head of my cock against her virgin territory, and the sudden panic in her eyes almost makes me stop.

She must register the flash of concern on my face because she almost commands me. “Do it, Drake. I’m not begging this time. I’m ordering you, soldier.”

Her irritated frown drags a chuckle from my lips as her sass overpowers me.

I say nothing and just ease in gently, allowing her pussy to settle around my cock and accept it on her terms. With every inch that invades her space, a gasp of longing tells me she likes it.

I more than like it. I am delirious with lustful celebration and as I push in harder, sheathing my cock to the hilt, her eyes widen and her skin flushes and her eyes glaze as my balls slap against her ass.

“Oh my god.” She gasps and I press down on her clit and start to move, watching her reaction, enjoying the moment when she learns what all the fuss is about. We move slowly as one person because that’s exactly how it’s felt since we bumped heads on the first day we met.

My cock is dancing in paradise as her body accommodates mine and we move together, our sweat acting as lubricant along with her honey.

I steal a kiss, tugging her lower lip into my mouth this time, biting down gently as I press down harder on her clit. She shivers against me, her small groan lighting a firework inside me and as it explodes in my mind, she pulls me in deeper.

“Harder.” She demands and as I pull out and then thrust in harder, suddenly and with force, she screams, “Drake! Oh fuck!”

Her nails claw my back as I ride her hard, shattering her virginity, marking the territory as mine.

In and out, hard and deep, I am giving my cock the dance of its life as I savor every delicious moment of making this angel mine.

I’m not in battle now. I’m not slaying the enemy. If anything, it’s the other way around and yet the adrenalin that shoots through my veins is more than any battle I’ve fought. Any enemy destroyed, or any friend saved. This is the ultimate in winning and I am in no hurry to stop.