Page 71 of Of Oaths and Secrets

His breath is hot against my neck as he kisses his way down to my collarbone. “If you want me to stop, say the word,” he murmurs against my skin, his hands sliding down to my hips, squeezing gently.

“I won’t,” I gasp, shivering as his fingers brush the zipper of my dress. “I need you.”

With a flick of his hand, the zipper comes down, and my dress pools at my feet. I’m left standing in just my bra and panties, feeling exposed but not insecure. Not with the way he’s looking at me—like he’s seeing something he’s never seen before. His gaze travels over my body, reverent and hungry, and I can feel his appreciation in every slow sweep of his eyes.

“Fuck,” he growls, stepping closer, his hands tracing the curves of my waist, hips, and thighs. “You’re beautiful. So fucking beautiful.”

His words send a ripple of heat through me, and I reach for him, tugging his shirt off his shoulders. His body is firm, muscular, but it’s the way he moves that lights me up—like he’s barely holding himself back. He steps out of his shoes and pants, and when I pull down his boxers, his cock springs free, hard and thick, standing proudly between us. I stare, my mouth suddenly dry.

“You’re sure?” His voice is rough and strained, and he cups my face in his hands again, his eyes locked on mine.

“Yes,” I whisper, more breathless than ever. “I’m so sure.”

Without another word, he pulls me into him, kissing me hard as he guides me backward until I’m sitting on the edge of the bed. His hands roam over my body, unclasping my bra and tossing it aside. His lips follow, trailing hot kisses down my neck, over my chest, until he reaches my breasts. He takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, and I moan, arching into him, my body on fire from the heat of his touch.

I can feel the wetness pooling between my legs, the ache for him building, and I rock my hips, needing more. As if sensing my need, his hand slips between my thighs, his fingers brushing over my panties, teasing me, making me whimper with frustration.

“Is this okay?” he asks, his voice low and rough as his fingers slide beneath the fabric, finding me soaked for him.

“God, yes,” I moan, my head falling back as his fingers slip through my slick folds, rubbing slow circles over my clit.

His mouth is on mine again as he pulls my panties down, leaving me bare beneath him. His fingers keep working me, teasing me, making me gasp, and I can feel the tension building, coiling inside me, ready to snap.

“I need you,” I beg, my hips bucking against his hand. “Please, Rafaele… I need you inside me.”

He groans, the sound guttural and raw, his cock twitching against my thigh. He pulls his hand away, and with deliberate slowness, he sucks his slick fingers, eyes locked on mine as he positions himself at my entrance. The head of his cock presses against my slick heat, and I feel a shudder run through me.

His eyes meet mine, dark and intense, filled with a raw hunger that sends a thrill straight through me.

“Rafa,” I gasp, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “Please…”

He pushes forward slowly, stretching me, filling me inch by inch. The sensation is overwhelming—pleasure and pressure intertwining as he enters me, and I gasp, clinging to him as a sharp pain cuts through me, the final reminder of my innocence lost.

“Fuck, Nora,” he groans, his hands gripping my hips so tightly I know there will be bruises tomorrow. “You feel… unreal. God, I’ve never felt anything like this.”

He stills once he’s fully inside me, his breath ragged as he looks down at me. “Is this okay?” he asks, his voice tight with restraint, every muscle in his body tensing with the effort of holding back.

“It’s perfect,” I whisper, my body trembling beneath him, every nerve alight. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

With a deep, shuddering groan, he begins to move, slow and gentle at first, his thrusts controlled and deliberate. But as the moments pass, I can feel the tension unraveling in him. His movements grow rougher, more urgent, his hips snapping against mine harder, faster. I moan, the pleasure building with every deep, punishing thrust.

His hands tighten on my thighs, pulling me closer, deeper, and I cry out, loving the bruising force, the way he’s completely losing control. Each time he drives into me, it hits something deep inside, and I can feel my orgasm building, burning hotter and faster with every second.

“Nora,” he growls, his fingers digging into my flesh as he thrusts. “You’re perfection… Fuck, I can’t—” His voice breaks as his control slips completely, and I feel him move faster, almost desperate, lost in the overwhelming sensation.

“I want all of you,” I gasp, my nails raking down his back as I arch into him, the intensity of his touch pushing me to the edge. “Please, don’t stop… I want it all.”

“Fuck, I can’t hold on,” he groans, his voice raw as his hips slam into mine with brutal, desperate need. “I’m going to?—”

And then he’s there, with a throaty, primal groan, his body tensing as he thrusts hard one last time, burying himself deep inside me. I feel his cock twitch, pulsing as his release fills me, hot and thick, and the sensation pushes me over the edge. My orgasm crashes over me, my body trembling violently as wave after wave of pleasure tears through me. I cling to him, shaking and gasping, completely undone.

He collapses on top of me, his breath hot against my neck, both of us panting, our bodies still joined. For a long moment, neither of us moves, our hearts pounding in time, our breaths mingling in the quiet room. His fingers, so bruising just moments ago, now trace soft, lazy patterns along my skin.

“I’ve never…” His voice is hoarse, filled with wonder. “God, Nora. I’ve never felt anything like that.”

I smile softly, still catching my breath, feeling the weight of him pressing down on me, grounding me in this moment. His body is warm, his skin damp with sweat, but it’s comforting—an anchor in the storm of emotions between us. I shift slightly, and he moves, careful not to crush me, as he pulls back just enough to look into my eyes.

"Me neither," I whisper, my voice trembling with something I can't quite name yet but feel blooming between us. It’s more than just the raw physicality of what we shared—it’s the closeness, the connection that feels almost… too much to bear.

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