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His member grew thicker, each breath I took felt harder, the tension building between us, electric and undeniable. I couldn’t deny the way my body responded to his, the way his presence seemed to want to consume me. I was drawn to him in a way I couldn’t understand, couldn’t control.
Finally, I tried to step back, needing space to breathe, but his voice opped me once again.
“Stay right there,” he ordered, his voice low, almost a growl.
1 froze, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. My face flushed with explain. The room seemed to shrink around us, leaving just the two
mbarrassment, iny body betraying me in ways I couldn’t
us, locked in a moment that felt suspended in time.
“I can smell you,” he murmured, his voice sending shivers down my spine. Before I could react, his hand moved, brushing against my thigh, then slipping under the fabric of my dress.
My king…” I said in a low, needy voice, I didn’t know belonged to me.
“Stay right there. Bended like that.” He growled and he took a deep breath. As if inhaling my scent in.
I gasped, the sensation overwhelming, my breath catching in my throat. I felt a rush of warmth between my legs, and I bit my lip, trying to stifle the sounds that threatened to escape. This was madness, pure madness, but I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. I was caught in the storm that was Raphael, lost in the heat of his hands.
“You smell good,” he said, his voice rough, filled with something primal. His fingers caressed against my opening after he pushed my pants aside. I couldn’t stop the wanton moan that came out of my mouth.
“Please…” The word slipped out before I could stop it, my voice trembling.
“Patience, Ava,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “Just… patience.” he cooed into my ear.
He guided my hand to him, showing me how to touch him, how to follow the rhythm he set. Every gasp, every groan from him was a jolt to my system, making my heart race faster, my breath come quicker.
“You are a virgin, my cherry,” he murmured, in between groans of pleasure, I didn’t know a man’s moans could turn someone on until now. I liked hearing his voice and knowing, I am the reason, he is sounding that way.
“I am never letting you go,” he growled, his words a promise and a threat all at once.
My mind was a blur, everything about this moment so overwhelming, so intense. His touch, his words, the way he touched and looked at me, as though I was the only thing that mattered, it all crashed over me like a wave, pulling me under, drowning me in sensation. All I wanted was more of his touch.
He kept rubbing on my most sensitive spot, driving me mad with pleasure. He would slow down as if to tease me and then pick his pace again and I did the same to him.
Suddenly, he added another finger to the ones inside me already and I moaned with pleasure and shock. I felt so full.
He moved his hand again, and I couldn’t stop the sounds that escaped me, couldn’t hold back the pleasure that coursed through me with every touch.
“Do you like this?” he asked, his voice dangerously low. “Tell me.”
“Yes… Raphael,” I managed to gasp, the words barely more than a whisper.
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He smiled,
Are you a virgin (18+)–2
a dark satisfied snille That sent shock waves of Rensation through me.
“Good girl,” he
sald, his
voice laced with
approval.
But
before anything more could happen,
sharp knock sounded at door, shattering the moment
like
glass.
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Who interrupted them? That was so hot and unexpected.
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