Page 21 of Forbidden Passions

“Gabriel—oh—oh—”

“That’s it,” I growled. “Take my finger, baby. I need to stretch you open nice and slow.”

She was tight. So damn tight I had to bite back a curse. I added a second finger, scissoring gently as I kept my mouth on her clit. She was falling apart beneath me, sweat-slick and flushed, making the sweetest fucking sounds I’d ever heard.

Her orgasm hit hard—her body clamping down around my fingers, cries muffled against the arm she’d thrown over her mouth. I didn’t stop. Kept licking her through it, drawing every last wave from her until she was gasping, trembling, begging me to stop.

Finally, I pulled back, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand, and looked down at her.

She looked utterly undone.

And I hadn’t even fucked her yet.

“I need you,” she whispered. “I want to feel you.”

I kissed her hard, made her taste herself on my tongue. She whimpered, clawing at my shirt. I pulled back, watching her. “I’m going to take you now.”

It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. I wasn’t sure if I could stop myself now, but I’d try if she’d changed her mind. But I didn’t have to worry because she nodded eagerly.

I stood beside the bed and stripped, slow, eyes on hers the whole time. When I dropped my boxers and let my cock spring free, she gasped and whispered, “Wow.”

I couldn’t help but smile, a rusty reaction, but one I was doing more and more around her. “Don’t be scared. I’ll go slow. I’ll take care of you.”

She nodded again; eyes locked on mine as I positioned myself between her thighs. She was trembling beneath me, legs open, body ready—and yet still so damn innocent it tore something inside me open.

I kissed her long and slow and deep, trying to tell her everything in that single kiss. “Ready?”

Her breath hitched as she nodded. “Yes.”

I pressed inside, inch by inch, fighting every instinct to slam in. She gasped, tight as fuck, her nails digging into my shoulders. I let her body adjust to my size. To the act itself. I was taking her. Taking her virginity. I shivered at the thought.

“Damn,” I hissed. “You’re so fucking tight.”

I held still when I bottomed out, my cock throbbing with the effort to stay still. She was breathing heavily, eyes wide. She clutched at me like she never wanted to let go and looked up at me with those expressive brown eyes. “More. Please.”

Those two words undid me.

I started to move.

I fucked her like a man possessed—like the years of loneliness and silence and aching had all led to this moment, to this woman. I fucked her like a man who knew what it meant toclaimsomething.

Because that’s what this was.

A claiming.

Her legs were wrapped around my waist. Her hands were in my hair. Her mouth was on my neck, her body rocking into mine like she couldn’t get close enough.

“You feel that?” I grunted. “That’s me, baby. Inside you. Filling you.”

She moaned, eyes rolling back. Her pussy clenched hard around me, making me almost lose my shit.

“Come for me.” My hand slid between us to press against her clit. “Show me how good I’m fucking you.”

She shattered with a cry—writhing, shaking, body milking my cock in tight, pulsing waves. That was it. That was the end of my restraint.

I thrust deep, once, twice, and let go—burying my face against her neck as I came, hard and shaking, barely able to breathe.

I didn’t pull out.

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