Page 100 of Dangerous Beginnings

Aslanov’s gaze softens, a flicker of tenderness shining through the depths of his green eyes. He brushes a lock of wet hair away from my face, his touch gentle yet possessive. “Love,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. I want it so bad. “I can do that.”Yes, please.

He whispers as sets me down on the floor, I reach for my bralette and let it fall to the floor with one click. With a newfound boldness fueled by desire, I reach out my hands to the buckle of Aslanov’s belt, fingers trembling with anticipation as I work to undo the fastening that stands between us. The sound of metal against metal fills the air.

As the belt falls away, I reach for the button of his trousers, my breath catching in my throat as I slide it free from its confines. My fingers brush against the fabric of his trousers, tracing the outline of his arousal beneath. It’s rock-hard. He groans.

Heat courses through me at the sensation, my body responding instinctively to the promise of pleasure that lies just beyond my grasp. Aslanov’s hands suddenly grab mine as he stops me. I hissed at the sensation. His fingers were in an icy grip.

“Isabella,” he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous. “Are you sure you want this?” I nod, breathing still fast. I do. I need him.

There is just one thing. “But…” I start, “I’m a virgin.” My voice is more of a whisper, and I hope he even heard me correctly. Aslanov notices the blush that colors my cheeks, and he smiles with dimples. His eyes are full of heat. He reaches out to cup my face in his hands, his touch tender and reassuring.

“Isabella,” he says softly, his voice a comforting rumble. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Your innocence is somethingto be cherished, something to be proud of.” My blush deepens at his words.

“Are you sure you’d want me to take that from you?” He asks that question as if he’s someone I would not give it to. Like he’s disgusted with himself.

“Yes,” I state breathlessly. And that’s all he needs, confirmation. A consent.

With a nod, Aslanov leans in, his lips brushing against mine in a tender kiss filled with a mixture of passion and reverence. His touch is gentle, his movements deliberate as he guides me towards the edge of the shower, his eyes never leaving mine.

As we stand beneath the cascading water, our bodies pressed close together, I feel a sense of anticipation building within me, a hunger for something more than just physical pleasure. There’s a connection between us that goes beyond mere desire.

Aslanov’s hands roam my body with a tenderness that takes my breath away, his touch igniting a fire deep within me that threatens to consume us both.

And then, with a slow, deliberate motion, Aslanov guides me down onto the tiled floor of the shower, the warm water cascading over us like a gentle rain. With trembling hands, I reach for him, pulling him close as our lips meet in a passionate kiss. He removes his boxers, and my breathing picks up as I look down.Oh my god.

He’s bare. A sight I’ll dream about for the rest of my life. He’s more tattooed than I thought and more muscular than expected. His skin is bruised by many scars and marks, reminding me of who he is. I swallow hard. His boner ishuge. My cheeks flush and my breathing picks up. Desire courses through me like a wildfire, consuming every thought and leaving only raw need in its wake.

Aslanov his fingers lifted my chin, my gaze on his again. We hold eyes and the most beautiful thing happens, his cold eyeswarm. “I will brand myself upon your heart Isabella.” My breath hitches in my throat. “Please make sure you’re ready for me too.”

The pain and denial all reconcile in his green eyes from past feelings. A single tear runs down my temple and it washes away with the rest of the steaming hot water around us. There is something heady about having a man like Aslanov at my mercy. He’s so different, so calm. And am I going completely insane or did Aslanov just blush? A flicker of emotion crosses his features, a mixture of longing and hesitation dancing in his gaze. He leans into my touch.

“Remember, you wanted this,” he reminds me before positioning himself above me. His fingers mingle with mine, pressing them against the floor. The head of his cock presses against my entrance until I’m practically panting with anticipation.

Slowly he slides into me, I let out a small cry. I’m wet enough that he slides into me with ease, but he’s so big it hurts.

Pain blurs with pleasure as my eyes start to water. Once he is fully in, his face inches away from mine. He places a gentle kiss on my forehead. “That’s itlove, you’re taking it so good.”

His hands find their way to my hips, moving closer. His thumbs rub circles over my sensitive ass cheeks as I struggle to accommodate his size. He slowly moves in and out of me.

“Fuck, I’ve craved you so fucking much.”

More arousal fills me.

My breaths come out in soft pants, I’m impossibly full, but gradually the pain subsides the pleasure. My teeth clench out for a moan to slip out. Pleasure starts to fill me. I push back at him, desperate for more.

“Easy baby girl.” Aslanov groans as he moves in and out of me.

The nickname releases heat off me that I never thought I possessed. I want him to want me. I want him to crave me. I want it all. He’s mine. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” He groans aspleasure writes on his face.

“More,” I whimper, moving my hips towards his. Then Aslanov slams into me again, this time with more power, knocking the breath out of my lungs. Dark pleasure burns through me. Our moans fill the cabin.

“Am I taking all your firsts, Isabella?” Aslanov questions with ragged breaths. His dark eyes flickering on mine. His hands roam around my body, his lips on my nipple. Rough hands, rough strokes.

I moan out a small, “yes,” because that is all I can manage to speak. And as much as I should embarrass myself right now or feel guilty, sinful even, I don’t. He’s looking at me like a man who has been starved, and I can give him anything he needs. It feels way too good. His lips curl up in a smirk as my answer reaches his ears.

His punishing carnal rhythm coaxes moans out of my body every second. “You feel so fucking good,” Aslanov groans as he kisses my collarbone.

He thrusts in and out of me, again and again. Rough, like him. Not sparing me anymore. Tears and drool run down my face. I’m being reduced to a wreck, with nothing but pleasure and a hint of pain. This is what desire feels like. It was passion in its rawest form.

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