Page 15 of Breathtaking

Her hand is in mine, her taste on my tongue, and her expensive, spicy, flowery perfume is clinging to the air. Basically, I’m ready to attack her like a dog in heat if I don’t manage to keep myself under control, and that’s not gonna happen. She deserves better than that.

I swear to God, I eye the marble staircase with each step we take, weighing the discomfort with the instant gratification I’d get from fucking her right here, right now. But I’ve waited too long to be with this woman, and it’s her first time. I can’t just screw her against a wall.

A virgin.

How the hell is this beautiful, intelligent, sexy woman a goddamn virgin?

Back in the day, everyone assumed we were fucking, and call me an asshole, but I let them.

It was easier that way. No one blinked twice at the thought of me fucking a princess. But if they’d known we were just hanging out, they all would have questioned it. They’d have known it was more.

I wasn’t ready for that then, and by the time I was, we were through.

But five years is a long time... And she’s never...

We stop outside my bedroom door, and I slide her long hair over her bare shoulder, her body so small, my shirt’s fallen down on one side. Lennon leans back against the wall and digs her hands into my hips just above my jeans as she pulls me to her. “What’s behind the door, Beneventi?”

I drag my lips down her neck, hunger and need fighting for equal dominance. “A bed,principessa. A big one I plan on worshipping you on in so many ways.”

Lennon’s gaze sharpens, and her nails dig into my skin. “How many women have you worshipped on that bed, Maddox?”

“You jealous?”

She drops her head back against the door and pulls me closer until I’m crowding her. “Of them having you while I couldn’t? You’re fucking right, I’m jealous.”

I drag my lips over hers and wrap a hand around her throat. Not cutting off her oxygen but holding her tight enough for her to feel it. To feel the honesty in my next words. “I don’t bring women here. I never have. This is my home. It’s my safe space, and I’ve never let anyone in it before tonight.”

Her lips form the cutest fucking O. I slide my hand under my t-shirt covering her incredibly toned legs, then cup her sex, swallowing her moan before dragging my finger along the soft lips of her bare pussy.

“I like seeing you jealous. Like seeing you feel a little of what I’ve felt whenever I’ve had to think of you with him.” I lick up her neck and along her jaw, loving the way she squirms and gasps. Loving how fucking responsive she is. I tap my finger against her still-drenched sex, then drag it through her wetness and circle her clit. “Now that I’ve had a taste of your sweet cunt, I might not ever let you go.” We both know it’s a lie. There’s no way for us to work. But right here, right now... she’s all I see. “I need you laid out on my bed, soaking my sheets, while I learn every fucking inch of your body.” I push my finger inside her swollen pussy, and she trembles. “I need to take my time if I’m going to learn exactly how to make you scream my name. I want to know what you feel like strangling my cock when you think you can’t take another second. When you’re begging for release. I want to know what you taste like coming on my cock. I want it seared into your brain, so you never forget I’m the first man who ever got you there.”

“Ohmygod,” she moans, and I slide a second finger deep inside her perfect pussy and curl them until I hit that perfect spot that makes her legs give out and her arms grasp for purchase.

“Open the door, Lennon, or I’m going to stop being a nice guy and fuck you up against it.” I pull my fingers out and trace the lines of her lips. “And trust me, princess, you’re going to take every fucking inch of me and beg for more. So the question is do you want it out here.” I press my fingers down on her tongue, and she sucks like it’s the most delicious thing she’s ever tasted, and goddamn, does my dick like that. “Or do you want it in there? Because either way, you’re taking my cock, aren’t you, Lennon?”

She nods silently and reaches behind us to open the door.

The second it swings open, I lift her from her feet, and she wraps her legs around my waist as I spin us around and press her back flat against the bedroom door. Lennon grinds down against my hard cock, and I’m pretty sure I could come just like this with her just like that.

I’ve wanted this woman for so fucking long.

I cup the most perfect ass that ever existed, and Lennon melts into me. Her delicate curves press against me. All the soft curves of her body against the hard planes of mine.

“Last chance to change your mind,” I warn, and she takes my lips with hers and bites down.

“Don’t you dare offer me that again, Maddox Beneventi.”

I smack her bare ass, then squeeze it, my finger sliding down until I find her wet sex, and she moans into my mouth. Something about it is different. Something about that sound breaks the control I hold so fucking tightly.

“Fuck, Lennon...” I wrap a hand around her throat, and those emerald eyes fly frantically to mine, glittering excitement staring back at me.

She swivels her hips slowly in time to a rhythm only she can hear and tugs my hair until we’re so close, we’re sharing our breaths.

“I want to feel you inside me. Filling me. Stretching me. Branding me,” she pleads.

Fuck, do I want that too.

“You’re gonna feel me for fucking days, princess. Every time you move, you’re going to feel me.” And just that thought has my cock hard as steel. I don’t just need to be inside her. It’s more. It’s visceral. I need to lay claim to her fucking body and her fucking soul.

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