Page 95 of Sinful Honor

He slid his hand lower, then slipped into my-his shorts.

He teased my slick folds with his fingers, and when he found my clit, I cried out, trembling.

No one had ever touched me there before.

Gabe swallowed my sounds with another searing kiss. “So wet for me already,” he rasped against my lips. “I’m going to make you come so hard, you forget your own name, Sophia.”

Sophia—the Italian version of the name he promised me I’d forget.

He slid one long finger inside me, and I gasped at the intrusion—a flicker of pain and then mind-numbing pleasure as he started to move in and out.

“That’s it,” he crooned. “Relax for me, Sophia. I won’t hurt you.”

I forced myself to breathe through the strangeness of the sensation. He pumped his finger slowly, giving me time to adjust. The discomfort faded, replaced by building pressure and heat.

My hips rocked of their own accord, seeking more. He pushed deeper, stretching me deliciously.

Then he curled his finger, finding a spot that made me see stars. I cried out again, nails digging into his shoulders.

“There,” he growled. “You like that, don’t you?”

All I could do was moan in response as he stroked that place inside me again and again, pushing me higher and higher. Then he twisted his hand a little, and his thumb found my clit. He pushed, then circled until pleasure crashed over me like one giant wave.

I shattered around his finger, clinging to him as I rode out my orgasm.

I came back to myself slowly, still trembling in his arms.

He held me close, one hand stroking my hair while the other caressed my cheek.

“You did so well, Sophia,” he murmured. “You’re beautiful when you come for me.”

Heat flooded my cheeks. I didn’t know how to respond to such intimate praise. I hid my face against his throat.

But he would have none of it.

He cupped my chin, skimmed his thumbs over my cheeks, then held my face, gazing into my eyes. I saw warmth there and something else—a hunger that made my pulse jump.

“Enough?”

For a moment, I was tempted to nod, but instead, I shook my head.

“You’re feisty, little one,” he said softly. “Thank God, since I’m not done with you yet.” Still cupping my chin, he rubbed the pad of his thumb over my lips. “Not by a long shot.”

Panic and arousal warred inside me. I wanted more, but I was freaking out, as well. Should I tell him I was still a virgin?

Did he need to know? Would he even notice?

As if sensing my thoughts, Gabe pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. “Shh.” His smile disappeared. “I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

I narrowed my brows, somehow confused.

So, he knew I was a virgin. But how? Could he tell? “Why would you hurt me?”

He looked at me for a couple of heartbeats. “Whatever happened to you—if you need to stop, we’ll stop.”

So, he knew I hadn’t had sex before. “I won’t tell you to stop.”

A grin transformed his face. “Then beg me to take you.”

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