Page 41 of Virgin Lust

I shoved my hand down the back of his shirt. “What?”

He chuckled and found it on his own. Without turning on the light, he carried me into my room and lowered me to the bed. My body sank into the plush gray pillows. I clutched the sheets in my hands as Shepherd wedged his knee between my leg and leaned down. My breath quickened.

Despite my nerves, my clit pounded like a heartbeat, and desire pooled between my thighs as his gaze trailed over me.I’m really doing thiswith my mate.We might be doing things backward, but after a day spent with Shepherd, I grew confident we would do well together.

He closed his eyes and exhaled gruffly. “You have no idea how strong the bond is. It’sfrighteninghow much I want you.”

A deep sense of yearning stretched around my heart, catching me off guard. It wasn’t the bond making him feel that way. I believed it was the link we shared through the marks because I felt it too.

Shepherd opened his eyes and frowned. “You don’t have to be nervous. I’d never let myself hurt you.”

He sat up, pulling me with him. As he rose to his feet, part of me became sad.Was that it? Did my nervousness make Shepherd change his mind?I was stuck in my head, lamenting what would never be when I felt his hand. His fingers inched their way up my pants leg, only stopping when he reached my upper thigh. The soul reaper stroked me lightly as if to ease me into his plans.

Glancing at his shirt, I bit my bottom lip and dematerialized our clothes, leaving his boxers and my lingerie on. I wanted Shepherd to uncover the rest of me like a present. I opened my legs, so that he was eye level with where I needed him the most. Shepherd inhaled sharply, nostrils flaring, and I knew he accepted my offering.

“Oh,” I whispered as I gazed at his massive chest. Slabs of muscles defined him, and light blondish-brown hair dusted his pecs, leading down into a happy trail.

Goose bumps pebbled my skin as his eyes, becoming a beautiful shade of violet, raked over me. I forgot about the pink goat mark above my right breast until his fingers traced it. Fear chilled my spine. I held my breath, knowing my vulnerability wasn’t something I could hide from Shepherd and the bond.What are you going to ask, Shepherd? Would you finally demand to know why we shared Lust’s mark?

To be fair, Shepherd deserved to know he was my soulmate. But I reveled in the fact he was on his knees before me without a clue he was my other half. His eyes shined brightly, wanting to please me. Every touch was soft yet firm. And his words made me think I could trust him with all of me.

I wanted to bask in his attention before he realized we were destined to be together. Plus, I was still afraid to admit how much I needed Shepherd because of my curse. My sin controlled me enough. It was terrifying to admit to someone the power they had over me, especially if that someone could already sense my emotions.

Leaning forward, I ran my fingers over the pink goat on his chest. I hoped that would be enough for him. Shepherd didn’t call out my fear. Instead, he took my small offering. Lifting my hand from his chest, he brought it to his lips and kissed my knuckles.

My worries melted away. His fingers slipped under the edges of my panties and paused. My clit pulsed. “Need some orgasms, Princess?”

I thrusted my hips upward. “Please,” I begged. If Shepherd knew and accepted me for who I was, it was time I did too.

He pulled off my undies slowly, and I squirmed under his scrutiny. He ran his finger over my slick folds, and I bucked under the sensation.

Wow!The feeling was almost too much!

“You give the word ‘drenched’ a whole new meaning.” He pushed my thighs up, forcing me to lie back, and a throaty rumble erupted from his throat.

I covered my face as desire and embarrassment warred within me. He’d touched and seen this part of me already, but he’d never put his face down there. It was always his hands that took care of me. But,God, I wanted his lips on my pussy.

Hot air blew over my thighs. My inner walls throbbed, knowing after so many years of denial, I was about to have another first. His tongue swiped over my opening, sliding up to my clit, and sucking it between his lips. My body surged off the bed. The foreign sensation was so sinful and glorious.

“Tastes just like candy and rum.” His pure male groan and the fact he enjoyed me fueled my pleasure.

My stomach became an inferno as he licked me. It swirled and built, from the tip of my toes to my scalp, until the nirvana began to peak between my thighs. I wanted to share all my firsts with him. My empty body throbbed, wanting to be filled.

My spine arched as I cried out. Holy Hades. His tongue, the suction and licks against my clit, made my stomach flutter. With a languid lick that started at the top, Shepherd stopped at my opening and thrust his tongue inside. My body clenched as my libido skyrocketed.Holy—I couldn’t stop grinding myself into his face, and that seemed to increase his desire.

But then he stopped abruptly.

“No,” I whined, and fisted his hair to drag his face back to my needy flesh. Pushing my hand away, Shepherd abandoned my pussy long enough to jerk down my black bra. The cool air pebbled my pinks buds, and then his hot mouth descended and bit at one slightly.

“Ah!” I cried as the sensation sparked a stronger throbbing in my clit. Black dots spotted my vision, and I fisted his hair again. Was that what I’d been missing all my life? How did I fight my curse for so long when everything Shepherd did felt sodivine?With heavy lids, I watched him fondle my breasts. Dragging his fingers down the slopes and pulling lightly at my nipples, so that delicious sensation never left my pussy. He did nothing more than touch me, but his cheeks were flushed as he focused on my body. Beneath his administrations, I felt magnificent.

With a groan, Shepherd buried his face between my legs again. When he flattened his tongue against my clit, he added a steady pressure that made my knees wobbly. “Right there, yes, yes!” I moaned, thrusting myself against his mouth, and slipped into ecstasy.

My body burst to life. My clit throbbed. Above me, my pink essence moved erratically. Shepherd didn’t care, though. He continued his onslaught on my swollen flesh until I was screaming his name and coming again. That empty ache grew worse. I needed to be filled.

Grasping my hair, I whimpered.I can’t handle what he’s doing to me.Without a moment to come down from my high, Shepherd kept me there.

Oh, God. My stomach spasmed after the third climax, and I scrambled to get away from him. At my attempt to escape, Shepherd gripped my hips and held me in place.

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