He groaned at the sight of me, and I let my arms fall down, exposing my breasts to him completely. My nipples hardened in the cool air, forming painfully hard pink buds.
“Fuck,” Rafe said, taking a step back and drinking me in. “I want your panties off too, princess. You shouldn’t be wearing any… Not around me. I want you fucking bare.”
I shook my head and looked away shyly, suddenly not having enough strength to drag the thong down over my hips.
“You do it,” I whispered, and he took a hasty step forward, his thumbs hooking under the hem of my underwear.
“Are you sure, princess?” he asked me, and I looked into his eyes, giving him one simple nod.
He pushed them down, and they fell off me, ending up on the floor along with my dress. Once again, Rafael drank me in with his hungry eyes, his breaths heavy at the sight.
“What’s wrong?” I asked him, my voice shaky, needing him to tell me just how very much he wanted to be inside me.
“You,” he said simply. “You’re amazing. I can’t get enough of you, and I never will. I have something for you.”
I stood there, shivering, naked for him while he reached into his suit pocket and brought out a midnight-blue velvet box. I knew it was jewelry, and my heart pounded with the possibilities as he brought it closer to me, urging me to open the lid and reveal what lay inside. My fingers trembled as I did just that, opening the box and staring at its stunning contents.
“A necklace…” I breathed, the diamonds on the silver nearly blinding me they shone so brightly.
“Close,” Rafe chuckled. “It’s a collar, a diamond one, just like I promised you, princess. Hold your hair up for me.”
My hands shook badly as I did so, and he took the stunning collar out of the box. It seemed heavy, but once he fastened it around my neck, the weight felt perfect. It settled on me like it belonged there, and I never ever wanted to take it off.
The diamonds glittered in the moonlight, reminding me of the snow that was settling on the ground below us. It was coming in fast now, covering the ground in a thick white carpet.
“Mine,” Rafael told me simply. “Now everyone will know who my little princess belongs to.”
“Rafe…” I whispered, but then his hot mouth was on mine.
He kissed me hard, each flick of his tongue telling me exactly what I needed to know. That I was his, and I belonged to him fully and completely. No one else would ever have me, and I was perfectly alright with that—in fact, it was all I wanted.
I melted into his kiss, letting him claim me, his warm fingers wandering over my chilled breasts, tweaking my nipples into points so hard I mewled into his heavenly mouth.
“What do you want, princess?” he asked me, and I shivered underneath his fingertips.
“I want you inside me,” I begged. “I want to know what it’s like to be a real woman.”
He cursed out loud and reached between my legs, his hand coming away completely soaked. I blushed at the sight of it, averting my eyes, feeling so embarrassed I wanted to die on the spot. But he raised his hand to my lips instead, making me look right at it.
“Lick,” he told me simply, and my tongue stuck out between my lips.
I tasted myself on his fingers and he groaned at the sight before lifting me up into his arms and laying me down on the cold grass. I couldn’t even feel it, the grass rustling under our bodies as he started stripping, his clothes flying off piece by piece. And then he stood in front of me in all his glory, Rafael Goldwyn, the way I made him, with his cock throbbing between his legs and his fist working the shaft.
“Beg me,” he said, and I whimpered.
I had no idea what I was doing. I’d never even kissed anyone other than him, but it still made me desperate for more. I wanted to please him, show him all the things I was ready to do for him.
“Please,” I whispered. “Please, Rafe, make love to me, I want to feel you inside me, I’m so desperate for it, please…”
“Yes,” he growled, lying down next to me. “Come here, little Ella. I’m going to make you a woman.”
I moved closer to him, and he embraced me warmly, his hands passionately working my pussy until the cold night vanished and I was crying out for him like a little whore.
“You are incredible,” he whispered in my ear. “And you’re fucking mine. You got that, princess?”
“Yes,” I whimpered as his fingers entered me, stretching my pussy out as if he were getting it ready for me. “Is it going to hurt?”