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Valoria
HaveI completely lost my mind?
I can feel his hardness against me when he picks me up and presses me against the wall. I want him to reach down and push his hand between my legs and touch me there.
But I should tell him the truth.
I should tell him that I’ve never done this before.
Anyof it. I’ve never done anything but kissed a guy before.
He must know that I’m young. It’s dark outside, but I’m barely twenty-one years old. He can tell that I’m young.
He doesn’t seem to care in the slightest.
And I want this. It feel so right.
It is so wrong. Screw what’s right and wrong, though. It feelsgood.
He puts me down and my feet hit the ground softly, though I feel as though I could fall over. I am lightheaded, and completely intoxicated by him.
Whoishe? Who the hell is this man?
I feel something for him. I don’t know him, but I feel like Idoknow him. I know how he looked at me, how he is looking at me, how he saved me from danger, I know that I was traipsing around on his property, breaking the law, trespassing, and he could have come outside shaking his fist and yelling for us to get off his damn lawn, but hedidn’t. He came out ofnowhereand positively rescued me, and then he didn’t just leave me.
He took me. He claimed me.
And now I’m on fire for him.
Before I know it, his mouth is on mine again, our lips and tongues crushing against each other’s furiously, and I am aching for him, aching with need - not just want, butneed- and need him to slip his fingers down and touch me.
For the first time.
To feel his fingers against my untouched skin, and...and more of him. I don’t know what it will be like.
I’ve touched myself before, but I’ve never craved a man like I do right now.
And I’ve never felt a connection like this to anyone before.
It is overpowering, and it is undeniable. And it was sparked inside me, deep inside, when I saw how he looked at me that first time.
He lets us into his house, and I realize that I don’t even know hisname.
“Who are you?” I breathe as we enter the home. The foyer has high ceilings, and the inside of the house is more modern than what I expected from the outside. There is a small courtyard in the center of the house, straight ahead, where a few tall trees jut out of the ground, enclosed on four walls with crystal-clear glass.
“I’m Cole,” he breathes, taking my hips from behind and spinning me around. “And you areperfect.”
I fall against him as he gathers me up in his arms, unzipping my coat and pushing my hood away from my face, letting my long, loose blonde waves fall around my face. I feel myself getting wetter when I begin to realize that this is happeningnow.
He kneels down in front of me, and slowly pushes my coat to the floor, letting it fall behind me softly. He kisses my belly, pushing my white sweater up, and then his fingers trail along the top of my jeans.
“You’ve never felt how I’m going to make you feel, Val. The way I fuck you, the way I touch you, you are going to bemineforever. My touch will be branded on your skin,” he growls, as though it is acommand.
I feel like my world is coming together for the first time.
I feel like Iamhis.
