Page 36 of Nanny for the Demon's Twins

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KARN

Mira's fingers tighten in my hair, tugging and making me desperate for her. Needing her closer, I pick her up, biting back a groan as she settles against my already hard erection. Her legs wrap around me, and it takes everything in me not to take her right now. But I don't want to scare her.

I press Mira against the cool wall, her body soft and warm against mine. Her breath hitches as I trail kisses down her neck, her pulse racing under my lips.

"Tell me what you want, Mira," I growl, the words rumbling from my chest. I don't want to take this too far but I'm close to losing control.

She pulls back, her green eyes dark with desire, her lips swollen from my kisses. Her gaze locks onto mine, unwavering. "You, Karn. I want you."

A groan escapes me, low and hungry. But I don't want to assume, I don't want to push her back to her fearful self. "More, Mira. Tell me more."

Her cheeks flush, but her eyes don't leave mine. "I want your mouth on me. Your tongue..." She swallows, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I want your cock, Karn. I want you inside me."

A surge of lust hits me like a punch to the gut. I capture her mouth again, fierce and claiming. Her legs tighten around my waist as I carry her towards my room, her hands roaming over my shoulders, my back, pulling me closer.

I kick the door open, our breaths mingling, our hearts pounding in sync. The room is dark, lit only by the faint glow of the setting sun through the narrow window. I lower her onto the bed, her hair fanning out around her like a dark halo.

"You're sure about this, Mira?" I ask, my voice rough with desire. I need to hear it again. I need to know she wants this as much as I do.

She reaches up, tracing the scar on my eyebrow, her touch gentle yet electric. "I'm sure, Karn. I want you. All of you."

I lean down, capturing her mouth again, my hands exploring her body, learning her curves, her softness. She arches into my touch, her breath hitching as my fingers trail over her stomach, her hips, her thighs. I can feel her heat, her desire, and it's driving me mad.

"Karn," she whispers, her voice a plea, a demand.

I know what she wants. I know what she needs. And I'm going to give it to her. Every inch of me. Everything.

I take my time with Mira, peeling away her clothes, layer by layer, exposing her soft, creamy skin. Each reveal is a gift, one I savor at a tantalizing pace. And I go even slower as I map out her skin with my mouth, kissing down her body until she starts to relax beneath me.

But then her breath hitches as I settle between her thighs, her eyes wide and nervous. I pause, looking up at her. "Something wrong?"

Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips before she speaks. "It's just... no one has ever…"

"No one's ever what?" I growl, my thumbs caressing the inside of her thighs, feeling her tremble.

She swallows hard, her voice barely a whisper. "No one's ever done... this."

I raise an eyebrow. "You've never been with a man?"

She just stares at me. "I was a slave, Karn." I hate how she says it so matter-of-factly. It makes me want to hunt down the men that took advantage of her and rip their throats out. But I push away the thoughts. For now. "I've just never had anyone want to…service me."

A dark smile tugs at my lips. "Good. I'm glad to be your first."

I lean in, inhaling her scent, the heady arousal making me growl. Her muscles tense as I trail kisses up her inner thigh, my beard tickling her skin. I take my time, letting her get used to my touch, to the feel of my mouth on her.

Her breath comes in rapid gasps as I draw closer to her center. I can see her worry, her anxiety. I look up, our eyes meeting over the plane of her body. "Relax, Mira. Let me make you feel good."

She nods, her hands fisting the sheets. I dip my head, running my tongue along her folds, slowly, gently. Her taste explodes on my tongue, sweet and intoxicating. I groan, the sound vibrating against her. Her hips buck, a small cry escaping her lips.

I take my time, exploring her, learning what makes her gasp, what makes her moan. I flick my tongue against her clit, feeling her tense. I back off, circling it slowly, building her up. Her breath hitches, her hands finding their way to my hair, gripping tightly.

I do it over and over, bringing her up and then backing off. I love watching how responsive she is, how a flush is crawling up her body. I could stay buried between her legs for days.

But suddenly, she tenses up, and when my eyes flick up, I see the worry all over her face. She's thinking too hard.

I kiss the inside of her thigh, watching her as she refuses to meet my eyes now. "What's wrong?"

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