A strange sensation, like an emptiness, a hole really, spreads through my chest. It’s odd, knowing there will be an end even before our marriage begins.
I rest my forehead against the cold glass, wondering if I made the right decision. Adeela said Rodrick wouldn’t do anything against his will, and I believe she’s right. Still, this wasn’t the way I imagined getting married.
“Jazmina.”
I turn around, and he’s standing in the doorway. How long has he been watching me?
“The view from here is beautiful.”
He nods, but the look in his eyes makes me shiver.
If the way my body reacts to him is any indication, at least when it comes to sex, our marriage will be perfect.
Rodrick must be very experienced. I want to learn everything from him. If physical attraction is what we have to start our life together, I’ll make that part flawless.
“What are you thinking?”
“I don’t know if I have the courage to say it out loud.”
He steps closer. “Say it. You’re going to be my wife. You don’t need to be ashamed in front of me, princess.”
“I don’t want you to miss other women in your bed. Teach me everything. Show me how I can give you pleasure.”
Chapter 32
“I know you’re inexperienced, but you can’t say things like that to me, Jazmina.”
She swallows hard. Then, in an unconscious provocation, she moistens her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Why not? Did you change your mind about marrying me?” she asks, looking at me, confused.
“You have no idea how your innocence drives me insane. It’s not because I gave up on marrying you that I said you can’t say things like that. It’s because I’m dying to touch you. Do you remember what I told you in the elevator?”
She nods.
I pull our bodies together. She trembles against me, reacting with feverish intensity.
“I’m going to teach you everything,” I whisper in her ear.
“Are we . . .um . . .having a lesson today?”
“You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“You’re right, but I think you know what I need. What can make this heat I’m feeling all over my body go away, my fiancé?”
I study her carefully to see if I’m reading this right. My hunger for her is so intense that I’m afraid of scaring her, but there’s no fear on her face, only desire.
I scoop her up and carry her to the couch. Taking her to a bedroom would be a mistake. This girl messes with me too much.
I trust my self-control, but I’ve never wanted a woman the way I want her. And now that we’re officially engaged, it’s like the brakes that had been holding me back since that night on Vicenzzo’s yacht are completely gone.
The skirt she’s wearing is tight, which is a good thing, because I seat her sideways. Having her virgin little pussy grinding against my hard cock would be too much temptation.
She surprises me by taking the initiative and kissing me this time. Just like in the elevator, she seems lost in her own desire.
Anxious.
Fucking delicious.
After a few seconds, she pulls back, breathless. Her eyes are bright, her cheeks flushed. “I shouldn’t have done that.”