Page 95 of Beautiful Deception

“I’ll make it feel good for you, sweetheart. Trust me.” After giving me a tender kiss, he begins to roll his hips around. This act makes his erection inside of me hit every inch of my inner walls. But he doesn’t thrust in and out of me. No, this act is much more intimate. Much more calm.

“I want you to get used to the feeling of me inside of you. You’ll be feeling this a lot for the rest of our lives now that you’re mine.”

“I want to touch you,” I whine, arching my back up. Our bare chests press together. My nipples are sensitive and it only serves to heighten the pleasure.

Viktor lets go of my hands and I place them on his chest. He’s so muscular and strong and broad shouldered. He’s sexy. He’s a man.

He begins to rock his hips faster against mine. I take a moment to study his pace, then match it. My hips rise up to meet his and his grind down to meet mine. It’s a perfect rhythm. Harmony.

“You are mine,” he says, thrusting harder into me. I gasp and arch my back. “Tell me you’re mine.” He grabs my legs and hoists them higher around his hips. This slightly new angle allows him to dive deeper into me.

“I’m yours,” I say breathlessly. My hands clench his shoulders, needing something to steady myself.

“No man has ever touched you.” Thrust. “I’m the only one.” Thrust. “I’ll be the only man to touch you.” Thrust.

I gasp. “Yes. Viktor, yes!” I love this man so much.

“God, I love hearing you say my name like that.” He sits up on his knees and brings my ankles around his shoulders. “I’m going to claim you.”

In this new position, he is able to reach new depths of my body I didn’t even know existed. I’m powerless to do anything about it. I wouldn’t want to change this moment for anything.

Viktor claims my body like a madman. He’s frantic and desperate. I’m the same way.

I lay back on the bed and let him have his way with me. There’s nothing else I want more in this world than to be utterly consumed by him.

“Inessa,” he groans, grinding his hips harder against mine.

Every thrust of his hips brings our bodies closer together. My clit is being rubbed, sending spikes of pleasure through me. I can’t hold back. I wouldn’t even want to.

“Viktor,” I gasp. “I’m… I need…”

“I know what you need, sweetheart.” Every thrust of his hips is deliberate. It has impact. It gets me closer and closer to my release.

“You.” Thrust. “Are.” Thrust. “Mine,” he growls.

That takes me over the edge.

My eyes flutter shut as my orgasm hits me again for a third time. Viktor has his way with my body before he comes next, groaning out my name.

He lowers my legs to his hips as he leans over me, breathing heavy. I’m just as breathless.

“That was…” I start to say.

“I know.” The kiss he gives me is filled with so much tenderness – a stark difference to the lovemaking we just did.

Slowly, he eases out of me and rolls onto his back, pulling me onto his chest. I nestle my head over his heart. His strong arm wraps around me.

Nothing could be better than this.

“How was that for you?” I ask. “Was I good?”

“I should be asking you that.”

“It was perfect. Better than I could have ever imagined.”

“I’m glad,” he says, nuzzling my neck. “I only ever want it to be good for you.”

“Thank you. For making it amazing. I was told horror stories of a girl’s first time and I’m glad you proved those stories wrong.”

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