The woman who did exactly that turns bright red and I smile. I can’t help it. She’s gorgeous. Unexpected and rebellious and breathtakingly gorgeous. And, right now, very much mine.
I kiss her quickly and lift her away from the door. “Your instincts were spot on,moya voitelnitsa. This position can be amazing, but maybe not for your first time.”
Sera mutters something as she wraps her arms around my neck, her long legs twisting around my waist. I try to keep her hips as steady as possible as I move us into one of the adjacent rooms. It’s a large sitting room with plenty of sofas to choose from.
I move us into a section partially lit by the foyer’s dim chandelier but not visible from the entrance and sit down on an overstuffed loveseat.
Sera is spread wide over my lap, her knees pressed into the cushion on the outside of my hips, the sweet curve of her ass hovering over my thighs. She steadies herself, gripping the back of the loveseat, one hand on either side of my head. Her hair is tumbling free of her top knot, and a fine film of perspiration coats her skin. I smother the impulse to drag my tongue between her breasts. “Is this better?”
Sera nips her lower lip. I move my hands to the arms of the loveseat, gripping it for all it’s worth. Her cheeks are deliciously flushed when she gives me a tiny nod. “Yeah, I, um, think so.”
“You have all the control now,moya voitelnitsa. You decide how deep I go.”
“I do?” Her mouth kicks up in one corner, and I can’t stopmyself from kissing it. Her eyelashes flutter, her dreamy gaze finding mine, and that’s the moment I realize: it’s going to kill me to give her up.
Sera and I are not destined for forever. She’ll never be mine to keep. I’ve known it since the moment I laid eyes on her. She’s fought tooth and nail to survive the horrific things her family has put her through. She needs a man who can help her get away from that kind of darkness, who can help her have the life she deserves.
Not a man whose parents shaped him into a murderer at an early age, raised him to rule a brutalbratva. A failed protector who couldn’t keep his baby sister safe. I’ll never be worthy of Sera’s future, but I can’t deny myself from having her right now. Especially not when she starts to test our new position.
The first rock of her hips is tentative, shaky. She comes to an abrupt stop when my cock meets her body’s internal barrier. “This is going to hurt, isn’t it?”
I’ve never had sex with a virgin, not even when I was one, so I am going off pure conjecture when I say, “Probably, at least a little. But I think I can help.”
I release my death grip on the loveseat and coax her in for a kiss, one hand cupping her skull as I smooth the other up and down her spine. It doesn’t take long before she’s leaning into me, making tiny needy sounds as the kiss gets hotter, deeper.
I slide my palm down her spine and don’t stop until I’m cupping her ass. Sera rocks forward and I’m immensely proud of myself when I don’t just give in and drive deep. Sera tears her mouth from mine, gasping. Her internal muscles flutter around me, her skin wonderfully slick.
“Sera, baby. Look at me.”
She does, a tiny crease forming between her eyebrows. I pour my focus into reading her expressions, determined to help her make this feel as good as possible. I draw my hand forward,tracing my thumb along the crease where her thigh meets her torso until I reach her slit.
I slip deeper, parting her folds and finding her clit. I touch her there, spreading her slickness across the bundle of nerves before circling it, over and over. “How does that feel?”
Sera starts to close her eyes but stops when I squeeze the back of her neck. “Uh-uh, eyes on me, sweetheart. Tell me how that feels.”
“Good.” Her voice is breathy. “It feels good.”
“And how about here?” I slide my thumb into her slit, between her lush lips until I reach the place where we’re joined. Sera’s eyes flare as I trace where she’s stretched around my cock. The fucker kicks inside her at the sensation. We both moan. “You take me so well. Such a good, good girl.”
The praise unlaces something in her. I can feel the rush of arousal that meets my thumb, feel her body soften to take me deeper.
Another inch, two. I struggle to keep my own eyes open as Sera sinks into my lap, teases her lips across my jaw as she taunts, “And how does that feel?”
“Too fucking good. Everything about you feels too fucking good.” It’s the God’s honest truth. I don’t know how we’ve gotten to this point, how I went from being within strangling distance of Burim Shkodra, to killing a man for daring to touch Sera, to having her ride me like a wet dream come to life. Tonight’s sequence of events makes no fucking sense, but everything about the way Sera feels on me, around me, against me, is absolutely right.
“Touch me more,” she whispers. “I need more.”
Palming the back of her head, eyes locked on hers, I circle her clit again, teasing out sensation until she’s rocking on me in earnest. “Yes,moya voitelnitsa. That’s it. Take me deeper.”
On the next rock, I feel my cock nudge her hymen. Sera stiffens briefly then kisses me, biting my lip. I stroke her clit,fondle her where she’s hugging my cock, stroking, teasing, until we’re both out of breath and she can’t stop herself from sinking the final few inches, barrier broken.
I bottom out inside of her.
Sera gasps, her brows pinching together.
“You okay?” I can feel how tense she is and I despise myself for causing her pain. And absolutely fucking love that I’m the first man to ever touch her like this.
“I, uh…” Sera punishes her lower lip between her teeth and tentatively nudges her hips forward. Her eyes are unfocused, her concentration inward as she gets used to the intrusion.