Page 8 of Sold to the Fighter

“Sweetheart,” I say as I break the kiss, slowly pulling away and breathing heavily. “I’m trying to hold on to my last shred of will. I don’t want to overwhelm you.”

“It’s alright. I don’t mind.” She ducks her head, her cheeks turning a bright pink.

I can’t help but smile at her sudden shyness. It’s endearing to see that the bold, sensual dancer can also be sweet and shy. “Are you sure, sweetheart?” I ask as I cup her cheeks and tilt her head up, looking into her beautiful eyes.

She nods shyly. “I can’t explain it, but I…I want you.”

I know it took a lot for her to admit that she wants me; still, I’m hesitant to give in to the desire simmering inside me. I feel a need to dominate her and bring her to climax over and over. But one look at her soft gaze, swollen pink lips, and tempting eyes, and I’m rendered helpless.

I slam my mouth over hers, and this time the kiss is hard and deep as I stake my claim.

And yet, I still feel the need to hold back a little bit. I don’t know if she can handle all of me.

I lift her in my arms, urging her legs around my waist while I continue to savor her lips. They are soft and sweet, sending a burning current through my veins with every nip and suck.

With every step up the stairs, my cock brushes against her damp slit, teasing out soft moans that vibrate in her throat, adding to my torture. My cock grows stiffer with every contact, and I swallow my groan of pleasure. I turn the knob and push open the door to my suite with my back.

I head straight for the bedroom, where I gently put her on her feet. I break our kiss and slowly trail my lips down to her cleavage, breathing in her heady, fragrant scent. Slowly, I push her onto her back in the center of the bed and slowly pull down the straps of her lacy bra, exposing her rosy nipples to my gaze.

A loud groan escapes my lips. “Beautiful,” I rasp softly as I watch the slow rise and fall of her chest.

I lean over the soft, inviting flesh and blow softly over her pink areolas. She jerks, and I watch her nipples form into tight buds as I graze my finger over each one, dragging soft whimpers from her lips. The rapturous expression on her face is the encouragement I need, and I lean down to trace my tongue around her right nipple, watching it grow even tighter before my gaze. I do the same to the other nipple, marveling in her moan in response.

“Theo,” she growls softly, and I chuckle against her tight nub, fanning hot air over the sensitive bud and reveling in her sharp jerk.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” I rasp softly over her skin, then look up to see those moss-green eyes clouded with desire.

“I want you to s-suck my nipples,” she says shyly.

“And I will gladly oblige, sweetheart.” I close my lips over a hard nipple.

“Oh!” Grace moans, arching into my mouth.

Her fingers slide to the back of my neck and sink into my hair, sending shivers down my spine. My cock is an aching mess, releasing droplets of pre-cum inside my boxers. I can’t wait to drive into her and wring every moan and scream of pleasure from her lips. With that thought, I slowly rotate my tongue over the nub, sucking it deep while I roll the other between my fingers. Grace’s loud moans wash over me as I nip and suck, switching between both nipples.

Her hands tighten in my hair, sending bites of pleasure to my aching shaft. I slowly release her nipples and place tiny bites down her stomach, soothing every ache with my lips. I push down the lacy panties and thong, revealing her glistening slit.

I inhale sharply as my stiff shaft tightens painfully, and I look up at her. “Fuck, I can’t wait to make love to you.” My voice is tight with need.

Her answering moan rings out in the quiet room, but I notice her shaky exhale. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” I ask, straightening.

“It’s nothing. I’m just scared,” she whispers.

My heart clenches, and I slowly lower my body over hers, making sure to withhold my weight. “Why are you scared, baby?” I whisper as I place my forehead on hers, our breaths mingling.

“I’ve never done this before.” She swallows nervously.

Fuck! I should have known.

I close my eyes, willing my raging desire and hard-on to the back burner. Everything about this woman screams innocence, and I can’t believe that I let desire cloud my mind.

I place a gentle kiss on her lips. “It’s alright, sweetheart. We’ll go slow until you’re ready.” I kiss her forehead before lifting off of her. “You should rest for the night.”

Chapter Five

Grace

“You should rest for the night.”

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