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I want to be good to her, to make her feel good. I want to leave her breathless and sated, to make her mine. I want to look her in the eyes and tell her that she belongs to me, and then, I want to tell her that I love her.

Because I do, I really do. We might have only met a few days ago, but when you know, you just know. She feels like the missing piece in the puzzle of my life.

Reaching her panties, I look up at her again.

"Are you sure about this?" I ask, needing to know that she's ready.

Her smile is the answer I need, but she confirms it with words, too.

"I've wanted this for a long time," she says, her voice trembling. "I was just waiting for the right person."

A grin splits my face. "I'm glad you found me, then."

We share a soft laugh, a moment of levity before we cross the line.

Then, I slowly start to pull down her panties. I'm making Sophie mine, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Chapter 11 - Sophie

Never in a million years did I think I would be here, nestled in the sheets of a man I met just a few days ago, on the brink of surrendering the one thing I've held onto all these years.

But as I gaze down at Damien, his blue eyes meeting mine in the dim light of his bedroom, I don't feel regret or fear. I feel trust and a sense of absolute certainty.

My heart races as his hands rest on my thighs, his touch gentle and assuring. There's a certain respect in his gaze, an understanding of the leap I am about to take.

It's a level of intimacy I've never experienced before, a feeling of being seen and loved for who I truly am.

The sheets beneath me crumple as I tighten my grip, the soft material grounding me in reality. As he leans closer, the warmth of his breath sends a shiver down my spine.

My heart now pounds in my ears, a deafening echo to the silence in the room. And then, he touches me in a way no one else has before.

The sensation is shocking and unexpected. Damien's lips are soft and tender, his fingers digging into my flesh with a delicious pressure that sends a jolt of electricity through me.

My breath hitches as he continues, the rhythm of his tongue making my mind spin with pleasure.

As he explores me, my body reacts in a way I never thought possible. The sensation is all-consuming, the pleasure radiating from my core and spreading to every inch of my body. My back arches involuntarily off the bed, my voice a strangled moan as I grip the sheets tighter.

"Damien..." I manage to breathe out, my words lost in the throes of pleasure.

He doesn’t stop, his movements only intensifying. I can feel my body tightening, on the brink of something monumental, something I've never experienced before.

The sensation is almost too much to bear, but I find myself begging him to keep going, to take me to a place I've never been.

As the pleasure builds, I feel like I'm about to shatter into a million pieces. My body trembles beneath him, my mind filled with thoughts of him and him alone. This is the most raw and honest moment of my life, a testament to the trust I've placed in him.

As I surrender to the sensation, one thought rings clear: I have given my body to Damien, and in return, he has given me a pleasure I never knew existed. It's a trade I'm more than happy to make, a bargain sealed with shared breaths and entwined bodies.

His focus narrows down to the sensitive nub of pleasure, his tongue relentless as the sensation becomes increasingly unbearable.

The pleasure is so intense, so overwhelming, that my body shakes uncontrollably, the sounds of my pleasure seeming distant and muffled as if they're coming from far away.

I'm on the precipice, teetering on the edge of an abyss I've never known before. Is this what an orgasm feels like? Or is this just pleasure consuming me? Maybe it's both. I don’t know, but the thrill of the unknown only adds to the moment's intensity.

Summoning all the strength I can muster, I lift my head a fraction to catch sight of Damien. His eyes are locked on mine, filled with a heady mix of lust and desire.

His beard is wet, but there is no sign that he plans to stop soon. I let my head fall back onto the pillow, surrendering to the sensations coursing through me.

And then, I'm tumbling over the edge, my body succumbing to the tidal wave of pleasure that crashes over me. It's an explosion of sensations like nothing I've ever felt before.

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