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I laughed and smiled wickedly. “You are jealous, Beast.” His nickname was fitting, for beneath his alluring exterior lay a wild, untamed spirit.
“So you’re not a virgin?”
Flames of embarrassment flared across my cheeks and I looked down, unable to face him. The question felt so intimate, so personal. I’d never had anyone ask me something like that before.
He gently lifted my chin with his fingers, his touch warm and understanding. “You are, aren’t you?”
“A few casual encounters, sure, but nothing real. Between working constantly and taking care of...of Volaris, there was never room for actual love or romance.”
I felt exposed and uncertain, a rush of vulnerability coursing through me as I admitted my lack of experience. The fear he might judge me or think less of me loomed large. “Is that...is that okay?”
His eyes, deep and expressive, softened as they met mine, a blend of tenderness and protectiveness swirling within their depths. The way he gazed at me transformed my embarrassmentinto a feeling of being cherished, as if my inexperience was something to be treasured rather than hidden.
“More than you know,” he replied, his eyes filled with a gentle reassurance that washed over me. He swiftly removed his pants, which had been hanging loosely on his hips, revealing himself with an unabashed confidence.
The sheer size of him was imposing, and I struggled to fathom how I could possibly accommodate all of him, a mix of anticipation and apprehension fluttering through me. He was bigger than I could have imagined.
“Do you trust me?” His words seemed to wrap around me like a gentle breeze.
I lifted my gaze as a nervousness fluttered in my tummy like frantic butterflies. “What?”
His eyes held a steady, earnest promise of passion. “Let me pleasure you. I promise the pain will only be for a moment.”
I wanted him. I wanted his hands and lips on me. Love and desire crashed together inside me, overwhelming and perfect. “Show me.”
He gently guided me back onto the soft, inviting bed, and I sank into the plush mattress, feeling its comforting embrace. His lips met mine in a tender kiss, a spark igniting between us. His hands, warm and firm, traced a path down my quivering body, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake. As they traveled lower, they reached my knees, pausing for a moment before coaxing my limbs to part with gentle insistence. My legs gradually opened, creating space for his fingers to explore the delicate folds, each touch sending shivers of anticipation through me.
My mind went blank except for the sensation of his touch. Nothing had ever felt like this, not even close. Sogentle yet so intense, building something inside me I’d never experienced.
He released my lips and began a slow, tantalizing journey down my slick, glistening skin with gentle kisses and teasing licks. His mouth hovered over my belly, his breath as warm and inviting as his touch. I gripped the comforter tightly, my fingers curling into fists, as an intense, unfamiliar sensation stirred within me, leaving me breathless and yearning.
“Now I’m going to claim you.”
My heart swelled with an emotion so intense it almost hurt. No one had ever claimed me before. Volaris had seen me as a burden, a reminder of his crimes. Everyone else had seen me as just a waitress, invisible and forgettable.
But Fierro wanted to claim me. Forever.
Tears pricked at my eyes, not from fear, but from overwhelming relief and joy. After twenty years of feeling unwanted, unloved, like I was never enough for anyone, here was this man telling me I was worth keeping. Worth claiming.
“I’ve never belonged to anyone before,” I whispered, cupping his rugged face with my trembling hand. “I’ve always been alone.”
The truth settled between us. All those years of feeling like I was just existing, surviving day to day with no real purpose or place in the world. Now suddenly I had both. I belonged with him, and he belonged to me.
“I want to be yours,” I breathed, meaning it with every fiber of my being. “Forever.”
Chapter Forty-Four
Aurora
Fierro’s intense gaze locked onto mine, a magnetic pull that seemed to draw me into his very soul. His dark hair cascaded down, brushing against my trembling thighs like a whisper of satin. I inhaled sharply, a mix of anticipation and wonder swirling within me as his mouth descended with deliberate purpose. His tongue moved skillfully, a master at his craft, lapping at the dark patch of curls with an exquisite precision that felt like an artist painting a masterpiece.
Each flick and swirl was a declaration of my sweetness, a confection that he devoured with a hunger that nearly sent me up in flames of ecstasy. I had never imagined such a sensation, this intoxicating blend of pleasure that was raw and unfiltered, a primal dance of senses. Fierro seemed to revel in every sound I made, his eyes darkening with satisfaction at each cry, as if my responses fueled his determination to draw even more from me.
“I love to hear you scream,” he murmured from below, a low, tantalizing whisper that wrapped around my senses.
“Take me,” I whimpered, a breathless plea. The mounting pleasure threatened to overwhelm me, each moment stretching out like a taut string on the brink of snapping.
“Not yet,” he replied, his hands steady and firm, catching me just in time. They held my hips with a commanding grip, bracing me as if anchoring me to reality while he skillfully demonstrated that my limits were far beyond what I had imagined.
