Page 21 of Wicked Savage

“Yes?” She grimaces, a slight wrinkle forming on her button nose.

There’s absolutely no way she’s a virgin. And there’s absolutely no way I can do this if she is.

“Is this your first time?”

Fuck. Tell me it’s not.

When she bites her bottom lip and doesn’t say a word, I shut my eyes. “Ní féidir é seo a bheith ag tarlú.”This can’t be happening.

I need to get off of her. There’s no way in hell I’m taking this girl’s virginity. That wouldn’t be goddamn right.

But I can’t move. I can't tear my eyes away from her, even though every instinct tells me to stop. Because no matter what, I want this. I wanther.

“Please,” she begs, grabbing my wrist, her features tight. “I want you. Don’t deny me.”

“How the hell can I do this? I can’t take your damn virginity, Dinara. Fuck!” I grab a chunk of my hair. “How old are you?”

She’s definitely young, which makes it even worse.

“It was my eighteenth birthday a few days ago.”

“Oh, Jesus, baby. You’re too young for me. I can’t do that to you.” My teeth grind; I want to bury myself deep inside her and forget this damn conversation.

There’s no way I’m gonna give this honor to some other man. Not when she feels like she’s already mine.

She shakes her head. “No, I’m not too young! Please don’t do this.”

“Dinara, I’m thirty-five. I shouldn’t be here with you.”

Her body deflates, tension pooling between her brows. A hand reaches out to clasp my cheek.

“But you want to be here.” Those eyes fill with emotion. “You want me, so stop fighting it and come back.”

Her soft touch, that ache in her tone, has me wanting to forget why the hell this is all wrong in the first place.

She’s an adult. She wants this. Who the hell am I to say no?

“Please… I need this, and I only want it with you.”

Fucking hell.

Her words send me completely over the edge. I need her too, like my life depends on it.

I lower my forehead to hers, and her mouth strokes mine.

“Has any man tasted you before?”

“No.” She kisses me softly while I groan. “Nothing before you.”

“Fuck, Dinara.” My cock jerks knowing I have that first too. “I want all your firsts.”

My length rubs against her warm center, needing to find a home inside her.

“I want to give them to you.”

“Fuuuck.” My heart races. She’s killing me.

“I’ve never felt anything like what I feel with you,” she goes on. “And even though it may not make sense, I want you to be my first.”

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