Page 27 of Captured Innocence

“Yes, I wanted you to be my first. That’s exactly what I wanted. I waited. I saved myself for you. How stupid is that? How ridiculous does that make me seem? You’ve had every woman in the world you’ve ever wanted.”

“You might be surprised about the number of women I’ve had in my life, Sophia. However, I haven’t had you. You are the woman I’ve craved for far too long. You are the one I want over everyone else.” He hovered over me, his hot breath creating electric vibrations. Then he crushed his mouth over mine and I knew there was no turning back.

Was it possible he wasn’t lying to me?

Oh, God. What was I doing?

He drove me against the side of the building, yanking first one arm then the other over my head, wrapping his long fingers around both my wrists. Then he crushed his weight against my heated body, pressing his throbbing cock into my stomach. I was lightheaded, still swooning from both his rough actions and his tantalizing words.

As he thrust his tongue inside, his need to taste me was more insistent, pushing us both toward the moment of indulging in carnal sin. I couldn’t think straight, had no defense mechanism against his blazing hot needs. And in truth, I no longer wanted to run away. He was the one I’d wanted for far too long.

His tongue dominated mine, sweeping back and forth as he ground his hips, adding to the volcano of tingling sensations. Every inch of skin was on fire, my mind drifting into a beautiful golden moment where nothing could go wrong. Everything was shoved aside. The fear. The nervousness. The danger. For these few precious minutes, we were as one.

Or so that’s what the fantasy had suggested. I struggled in his hold, the desire to touch him even more powerful than before. The kiss drifted into something more intense, adding shimmers of light to my periphery of vision. I arched my back, wrapping one leg around his, the scent of our combined desire a wanton aphrodisiac.

Mattia rolled his fingers down my side, growling into our shared intimacy, capturing every moan I issued as he explored my body. His touch was light, fingers barely dancing across my skin. How could such a brutal man be so gentle? I shuddered from the thought alone, gasping for air as soon as he broke the kiss, pressing our foreheads together.

He chuckled, the ominous sound sending another wave of vibrations straight to my aching pussy. “Are you ready for me, baby?”

“Yes.”

“You’re certain?”

I was surprised that he would even ask instead of taking what he wanted. When I didn’t answer right away, he slid his hand under my jaw, pushing up until I was forced to look into his eyes.

“Do you want my cock filling your tight pussy?”

“Yes, I do.” I hated the uncertainly in my voice, the anxiety threatening to keep me from enjoying the moment.

“Nice and slow, baby. But only for the first time.”

Did that mean there would be another? I wasn’t certain and in truth, couldn’t even think about the possibility of more.

“This is my birthday present, sweet princess. And I plan on indulging for hours.” He squeezed my neck then dragged his tongue from one side of my jaw to the other, every sound echoing in my years, so animalistic that I couldn’t stop trembling.

I laughed even as tears formed in my eyes, both emotions from utter anxiety. As he nipped my lower lip, growling as he bit down, I closed my eyes, doing everything I could to savor the moment. I knew it wouldn’t last yet I wanted the memory to stain my mind forever. “Fuck me, Mattia. Please just fuck me.”

When I felt him pressing the tip of his cock against my pussy, I arched my back as much as possible. There were no sudden movements, no rough demands as he pressed his cockhead just past my swollen folds. I was so wet, so hot that I bucked my hips with enough force he laughed, the dark sound floating into my ears.

“Relax, princess. I won’t hurt you.” He pushed another inch inside and almost instantly my muscles clamped around the thick invasion, pulling him in deeper.

“Oh, yes.” I opened my eyes, tossing my head back and forth as the pleasure rolled into me. I’d heard there would be blood, but I wasn’t certain what to expect or if I cared.

He took a deep breath as he pushed again and I could tell he was doing everything to keep control. As he lifted his head, his eyes piercing mine, I sensed he was giving me a few seconds before taking what he wanted.

All of me.

I was right.

As he thrust the remainder of his cock inside, the slight flash of discomfort was quickly replaced with something that had to be close to euphoria. I was thrown by the tingling sensations of pleasure that were entirely different than what I’d experienced in the past. No vibrator would ever equal the explosive ecstasy provided by a man’s cock.

“Yes. Yes.”

He issued a growl of approval, pulling out then sliding into me again. Then he yanked my leg around his hip, squeezing my bottom as he began to fuck me. With every hard stroke, I became even more breathless, fighting to be able to touch him.

Seconds later, he finally released his hold and I threw my arms over his shoulders, never blinking as I watched his facial expressions change. He was so expressive, his dark eyes showing more emotion than I’d seen in them before.

He tugged my other leg around him, rolling onto the balls of his feet as he developed a rhythm, thrusting in and out. His eyes never left mine, constantly searching but the smile on his face brought a series of additional shivers.

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