Page 36 of Velvet Deception

“You can have all I am, my sweet angel.”

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SOFIA

Diego was offering himself to me. Freely. All of him.

With every repeat of his serious words, he wanted me to believe that he wouldn’t abandon me.

And with every push down of his big erection over my pussy, he wanted to show me that he would let me take whatever pleasure I wanted.

“Oh…” I tried not to moan out loud as he dipped his head lower to spread hot, wet kisses closer and closer to my breast. The wake of his mouth chilled me, my flesh covered in goosebumps as his breath breezed over the wetness his tongue left behind.

I’d never.

This was my first time to experience such a slow and torturous decline into desire, and I couldn’t believe how it fried my every nerve and lit all my cells. From inside out, from my toes to the top of my head, I felt like I was touching a live wire, charged and ready to explode.

A figment of fear caught me, snaring me with a worry that I wouldn’t last.

I’d never had a boyfriend, too busy working at my parents’ farm. Until they were killed in an accident when I was seventeen, I lacked the time to ever be boy crazy or think about romance. Then when I was?—

No. Don’t think about it.

“Do you hear me, my angel?” he asked, almost annoyed that I’d flinched. He could read me that well. He could tell when I was distancing from him and getting lost or taken out of this intimate moment.

“Yes. Yes, Diego.” I reached down to grab the bottom hem of my shirt, wanting him to keep me here with him, to keep me in this moment so no memories of my past slipped in. I needed to feel him holding me and kissing me everywhere, already addicted and hungry for his touch.

He took over getting my shirt off, shoving it up and tossing it aside. The moment I was bare to him, he growled softly in appreciation, staring at me as he cupped my breast. “You can have it all, Sofia. You can have all you want with me.”

My breast filled his big hand, but as he kept his smoldering gaze on me, he ducked until his tongue touched my other nipple.

“Oh!” I bucked against him, instinctively trying to push my pussy up to the bulge of his dick tenting his shorts.

Having his lips on me, kissing, licking, and sucking, distracted me from focusing on anything else. He pinched and stroked. He suckled and used his teeth to push me closer to feeling anintense pressure low in my abdomen. A band tightening and squeezing…

He reached for my shorts and slid his hand along my waist.

That was all. One move of his hand, and it jarred me out of the moment.

In a flash, my traumatic past slid in place and filtered my view of the present.

I was no longer in my bedroom, safe and secure with a caring, sexy man who wanted to show me how devoted he was to me.

Instead, in my mind’s eye, I was back in the darkness as men laughed and groped for me.

“No. I— No!” I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut and shaking my head.

“Sofia.” He stopped, stilling his hand where it was. “It’s okay, my angel. It’s okay.”

“No. I can’t. They?—”

“Shh.”

I felt the weight of the bed dip as he crawled up higher to kiss me. “Shh… It’s just me. It’s just you and me.”

I steadied my breath, hating that a simple memory could ruin it so viscerally like that.

“Look.” He kissed me harder, and the demand of his lips cut through the fear. “Open your eyes, my angel.”

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