But never, in all those years, had I felt such a sense of purpose.
The night was cool and quiet, and while I remained vigilant, I allowed my eyes to close for a moment, thoughts drifting to the living dream lying just upstairs…
No sooner had I done so than the front door creaked open.
My lids sprung wide, and in the dim light I expected to see Angelica checking on me once more. But there, in the warm flickers of the low fire inside, was Sara.
Goddamn it, she was heaven’s own version of beautiful. She wore what must have been one of Angelica’s nightdresses. It hugged her tits and ass in a way that only grew my cock three more inches as I looked her over.
Her waist was narrow, her hips generous, full, and soft. Her tits nearly spilled out from an embroidered, low neckline, the gauzy fabric giving me a tantalizing glimpse of dark nipples beneath.
“I don’t like you out here,” she said.
I raised up on my elbow to get a better look at her, my mouth dry as my gaze drifted along the silhouette of her thighs beneath the light material. “You’re not getting rid of me.”
“I don’t like you out here, Bors. Please, come inside. Please come to bed. Surely we can share without…or maybe just to be next to each other. Please, I’d like that very much.” She extended her hand while kneeling down.
My willpower was shot. From the instant I’d laid eyes on her, I had been denying my most basic needs. The battle that raged inside me had been fucking relentless; I was strong, but I wasn’t made of iron. I needed to know her, from the fucking inside out.
And I needed it now.
I shut the bedroom door behind us, and I led her over to the bed. The room was almost pitch dark, but somehow the moonlight found her, casting a milk-white glow over her already-pale skin.
“Are you afraid?” I asked.
“No,” she said, too quickly to be believable, her voice trembling.
I slid my hand down her hips, making her squirm against my touch, and cupped her ass cheek hard in my palm. “You fucking should be.”
Her dark lashes glinted sharp in the moonlight. “Yes,” she said. “I’m afraid. I don’t care. Take me. I want to know what it feels like to be taken. By you…”
My cock throbbed and twitched, and I pressed it hard against her hip. “You won’t be able to stop me once I start. Tell me you understand that.”
She nodded, her eyes wide.
“Say it.”
Her breaths came heavy as her voice drifted to my ears. “I understand that you won’t be able to stop once you start.”
I cupped her pussy and she gasped, rising onto her tiptoes, her eyes wide. She was already fucking soaked; I could feel it through her night dress.
“But once I ruin you, I promise I will put you back together, Sara. I will break you to make you whole. For me. For us.” I took her face in my hands and kissed her firm and slow, exploring her mouth, getting lost in her sweet sounds.
It intoxicated me to know that no other man had done any of these things. Her virgin lips, her virgin moans, the tight stretch of her virginity around my dick as I ripped into her…the thought was that of an animal but I didn’t careall of it was fucking mine.
I slid my fingers up from her soaked cunt, and took her nipple through the fabric, gripping it between my thumb and forefinger. “I will never hurt you more than you need to be hurt. Ever. You have my word.”
“Oh, God. That…but that hurts!” She wriggled against the pain, her eyes fluttering shut and her lips parting. Her body responded and I knew in that instant that I was the luckiest motherfucker in the world. “And…yet good.”
The tight knot of her perky nipple poked out against the semi-transparent fabric of her nightdress, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I yanked it down off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. There she stood in front of me, in all her perfection and glory.
“Fuck, Sara,” I said, taking her in as my balls pulsed, ready to deliver a bucket of seed into her at the sight. “You are the most beautiful woman God ever created.”
She laughed softly and covered her breasts with her forearm. I didn’t like it. Her embarrassment had no place with me. I didn’t want her modesty—I wanted her raw and unfiltered need.
I pulled her arm by the wrist, placing it at her side. “Never cover yourself in front of me,” I growled.
She swallowed hard on a nod.
“Good.” I took her in again and sank down on the bed, sitting on the edge as she stood while I explored her with my gaze. Here and there, her body was covered with small, delicate beauty marks and I reached forward, hands on her lush hips, pulling her to within reach of my mouth.