She’s putty in my hands. Soft, vulnerable, and so fucking perfect, I’ve got the worst case of blue balls. One kiss isn’t enough.
She’s mine. I need her. Now.
I lean down to take her lips, not waiting for her reply, and growl when she tucks her face against my chest.
“Are you sure you can stop?”
With her forehead tucked against my sternum, one hand gripping my lapel, and her other wrist trapped in my grip near my shoulder, she rules my world, filling me with carnal hunger, but the uncertainty in her tone makes me pause.
Her innocence shines through the question. Even though she acts tough, her reaction to every touch assures me she’s never done this before. I need all her firsts.
I growl and tighten my arm around her.
“You can run and hide all you like, Aurora. Nothing will stop me from taking what I want, and what I want is you.”
“I’m not trying to deny you. If you say you can stop before you go too far, then I’ll trust you. Man of your word, remember?”
She trembles from head to toe as she speaks, but with her face hidden in my chest, I can’t read her expression to know if it’s from fear or desire or both.
It doesn’t matter, not when she’s placed her trust in me despite how I haven’t earned it.
I release her wrist and drop my head back, telling myself to let her go, but I wrap my other arm around her and cover most of her back with my hands. She’s petite, delicate, and soft—the opposite of my hard, masculine body. Her curves fit so perfectly against mine, liquid fire surges down my shaft and escapes from my tip. I grind my teeth and stare at the ceiling, willing my cock to quit testing my trouser seams and ignoring the wet spot forming on the fabric.
“No, I’m not sure I’ll stop, but I can’t let you go yet, either, mia topolina. I need more.”
“How much more?”
She’s right to be wary, but I don’t like the trepidation in her tone, so I peel one arm off her and brace my palm on the wall. Her fingers tighten on my lapels.
“Don’t move,” I snarl.
She barely breathes as I fight against the urge to pin her up against the wall and take what I want, but the rapid pounding of her heart alerts my predatory instincts to the prey trapped in my arms. It would be so easy to flip up her skirt, wrap her legs around my hips, and surge balls deep into her tight, wet heat.
“If I touch you, I’m taking everything, but this is as much stopping as I can handle,” I growl.
She swallows but remains stiff and unmoving against me. I lower my head and meet her bright green eyes.
“So… you want me to touch you? Is that where this is going?”
Her intelligence is sexy as hell. Despite the incredulity in her tone and her attempt at sounding angry, the flush on her cheeks and dazed look in her eyes reveal her interest.
My cock throbs in demand, but I grit my teeth and say what I must.
“Tell me you don’t want to, and I’ll walk away, but only this once, and I won’t hold back next time I get you alone. There’ll be no negotiating. No gentleness. Just hot, raw sex. Is that what you want, mia topolina?”
Her inhale shifts her breasts against my stomach. My fingers itch to explore.
“No. That’s not what I want, but…”
Need pulses at the base of my spine.
“But?” I prod.
“I’ve never done any of… this,” she says with the most appealing blush darkening her cheeks.
Molten lava escapes my balls and sears the inside of my shaft. I suck down a steadying breath and dig my fingers into her lower back.
“You’ve never touched a man?” I ask.
“Never,” she says while shaking her head.
I tilt my hips and enjoy her gasp as my hard cock grinds against her soft belly.
“Have you ever been touched by a man?”
The jealousy flashing through me at the thought of anyone else pleasuring her nearly blinds me, but she shakes her head and clings to my vest.
“How has such a tempting topolina like you remained so pure for eighteen goddamn years?” I groan.
She stiffens and looks away to hide her thoughts, but I growl and dip my fingers to the upper swell of her ass. Her startled emerald orbs become the center of my universe.
“Are you lying to me, Aurora? Is this innocence an act?”
“It’s not! I gave you my first kiss, and now you’re back to being an ass. Let me go.”
I growl and fill my hand with her ass. She gasps and tugs at my lapels as I shift her higher up my body.
“Is that what you really want? Do you want me to walk away and come back half mad from wanting you? Want me wild and desperate? Want your first time to be fast and rough?”
The tears shimmering in her eyes are the only thing keeping me from ravaging her.
“You’re mocking me,” she accuses.
“I’m not. I’m torturing myself. Decide now, Aurora, before I lose control.”
I watch in a daze of lust as she pulls her anger around her like a shield. With a mix of impertinence and uncertainty, she seals her fate.
“Don’t walk away,” she demands.
“Then touch me,” I growl.
Her eyes search my face.
“Can you put both hands on the wall?” she asks.
I try—I really do—but her ass fits so perfectly in my palm, I can’t.
“No.”
She broke me down to single syllable answers and animalistic snarls with just the promise of her hands on me.
She pries her hands off my lapels before going straight to my belt.
I underestimated her. She knows exactly how to render me speechless.
I snarl, release her ass, and yank her head back by her hair. She hisses in pain but unfastens my trousers without even looking.
“What, no foreplay? I thought this was all new to you,” I manage through gritted teeth.
Her dainty hands shove my trousers off my hips and reach for the waistline of my boxer briefs.
“This is the root of the problem, isn’t it? Why waste time when we both know this is what you meant?”
I twist my hand in her hair and nip her chin.
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing, mia topolina?”
She scoffs.
“I’ve spent most of my life on the computer. I know what porn is.”
She hisses when I pull her head back even further.
“Porn is child’s play compared to what I want to do to you and watching is not experiencing, so think carefully before you stick your hand in my pants, Aurora. Do you really think you can handle this?”
“Well, you aren’t giving me much choice, are you?”
Inexplicable joy blooms in my heart at the fire in her eyes. I much prefer the fury shimmering in her emerald orbs over the quiet pain as she endured her mother’s insults at the table.
She pulls my waistband away from my body and reaches into my boxer briefs. I groan as her delicate fingers wrap around my shaft. The shock of her cool digits around my hard, pulsing cock nearly pushes me over the edge.
Liquid fire leaks from my tip.
The startled widening of her eyes as she tests my girth fills me with pride. When several seconds tick by and her hand remains in the same place, I groan and tangle my hand deeper into her hair.
“I thought you knew what you were doing?” I challenge, too close to losing control to dampen my antagonistic tone.
“I thought so, too,” she whispers.
When she jolts and blushes, I realize she didn’t mean to speak her thoughts out loud.
“Touch me, Aurora.”
“I am. Give me a second. I didn’t expect you to be so…”
I smirk and fight the urge to take her mouth, knowing I won’t stop at one taste.
“So big?” I prod.
Several emotions flit across her features as she blinks at me. My chest tightens as she shakes her head.
“No. You’re big everywhere, so I expected the size, but you’re so…” she flexes her hand around me and shifts toward my tip, “warm and…” her honesty and gentle exploration will be the death of me, “silky?”
My cock hardens impossibly further and pulses in her hand. Her breath stutters and pupils dilate. She tries to glance down, but her gaze on mine is the only thing preventing me from losing control, so I twist my fingers in her hair and struggle to breathe as she explores my tip with barely there pressure.
“You’re so soft,” she murmurs.
My thighs tremble as she lightly strokes down my shaft. I curl my fingers against the wall, uncaring when the fancy paint chips under my nails.
“But so hard,” she whispers.
It’s too much. No matter how much I want to enjoy her as she explores me, the pressure at the base of my spine warns of my imminent eruption.
“Stop teasing and stroke me like you mean it,” I growl.
She tucks her bottom lip between her teeth before tightening her grip around me.
I snarl and tilt her head to the side, stretching and exposing her throat so I can enjoy the thrumming of her pulse as she strokes me from base to tip.
“Get on your knees, mia topolina, and take my cock into your mouth.”
I tug her hair. After a moment of hesitation, she sinks to her knees. I shuffle my feet apart to make room for her but keep one hand in her hair and the other against the wall. The wise little minx keeps her eyes on my face even as she works my underwear down enough to pull out my cock.
When I tilt my hips in demand, she leans back.
“Wait, I—”
She clamps her mouth shut when I crowd her closer to the wall and rub the underside of my cock against her face. Her fingers tighten around my base. My balls throb.
I hiss as she shifts her grip and angles my shaft away from her warm, smooth flesh.
“Not on my face. Or in my hair. I know some men like—”
Her words end on a hiss of pain as I yank her hair.
“You’re going to swallow every drop, or we’ll start over,” I say.
Her pupils shrink, and for a moment, she looks mad enough to rebel, but she takes a deep breath and changes her grip so her nails rest against my sensitive flesh.
“No. I’m not some pet you can boss around, and just because I asked for your help doesn’t make me a doormat.” She steals chunks of my heart with her spunk and threatens my composure as her breath ghosts over my groin. “We’re building our relationship around having a baby, so this is a onetime thing.”
Her vehemence fills me with equal parts adoration and frustration.
“Don’t test me, little girl. Open your mouth.”
Fear clouds her eyes. Even as self-hatred curls in my gut, lust pools between my legs. She doesn’t speak, but I loosen my fist and cup her head, giving her more freedom while protecting her skull from the wall.
After a flash of apprehension and gratitude, defiance fills her expression. She guides my cock back toward her face but doesn’t open her mouth.
Trapped in the deepest, darkest layer of hell where pleasure becomes pain and pain becomes euphoria, I grit my teeth as she rubs my tip over her soft lips. After a few passes, she sneaks her tongue out and licks my slit.
I groan and draw tiny circles on her scalp. Her eyes soften.
My world shrinks to her eyes and mouth as she wraps her lips around my tip. With an adorable and stunning mix of surprise, interest, and hesitancy, she explores me from top to bottom, only keeping me in her mouth for half a second before licking down the underside of my shaft and trailing her tongue over my veins.
When she closes her lips around my tip again, I lose control and wrap both hands around her head. She squeaks and stacks her fists over my shaft, wisely preventing me from shoving deep into her throat.
She glares at me. I run my thumbs over her temples and brows, coaxing her to relax and apologizing without words. She tries to pull back, but I squeeze her head and flex my hips.
“If it’s just this once, then give me what I want. Drop your hands.”
She shakes her head. I smirk.
“So we’ll be doing this again?”
After a moment of consideration, she moves her top hand to my thigh and quirks a challenge-filled brow at me.
Down on her knees with my cock in her mouth in one of the most submissive positions possible, the tiny, sassy mafia princess proves more resilient and powerful than anyone else I’ve ever met in my life. With a curl of her tongue, she does what dozens of people have tried to do but failed.
She wrecks the last of my control.
I piston in and out of her tight, wet mouth, hitting the back of her throat but unable to reach further with her hand clamped around my shaft.
It doesn’t matter. With her emerald eyes locked on mine, I erupt faster and harder than I have since I was a young teen first exploring my body.
After a gagged sound of surprise, she swallows and stops fighting my grip on her head, but she flexes her fingers around my base and digs her nails into my thigh. For long, delirious moments, I enjoy the rush of release as I empty my balls into the tight grip of her mouth, and when my senses settle into reality, I gentle my hands in her hair and pet her with the reverence I don’t have words for.
A tear escapes her lashes and trails down her cheek. My heart lurches in my chest, solidifying my demise.
Aurora Achilles owns my soul. She’s more important than my sisters. More important than my parents.
Without her, I’m nothing.
I need her. All of her.
Now.
