Page 108 of Auctioned Innocence
Then he’s completely naked.
This is, obviously, the first cock I’d ever seen in the flesh but I’m not wholly unprepared for the sight. I’ve read books and been to Europe. But pictures don’t do justice to the experience of seeing one in person—specifically, one I’ve beendreamingto see. It haspresence, and I’m instantly enthralled.
I run my eyes over the length of him, darker slightly than the skin of his abdomen, with a pink head and a thick vein that appears to be almost throbbing. It’s so goddamn beautiful.
“Like what you see?” Dante asks, his voice gravelly.
God,yes.
“Make me come again, Dante,” I tell him. “I want you.”
Dante swears before pulling me underneath him. He hovers over me and I lift my hips again, eager for him to make me feel full.
“Fuck, you’re so good,” he says, dropping his forehead to mine as he slowly presses himself inside me for the first time. “Is this okay?”
There’s a momentary burst of pain, but I push past it. I don’t want him to stop—I can’t have him stop. “Keep going,” I moan.
He sinks deeper and deeper into me, kissing me, encouraging me, and praising me when I take all of him. He groans loudly as he thrusts in and out of me in long, gliding strokes.
I run my fingernails down his back, barely grazing his bronzed skin at first, then harder as he groans with need. We are as close as two people can possibly be, but I want to be closer.
Dante’s hips slam against mine rhythmically and it’s so good—so good. But I need more friction. I move his hand between us, urging his fingers to play with my clit.
He gets the message immediately and strokes me there, gathering the wetness at my opening and applying the perfect amount of pressure. I close my eyes and let myself go, letting myself justfeel.
“You going to come for me again?” Dante asks.
“Yes, yes. So good.”
Dante fastens his mouth to my neck, just below my ear and I buck against him wildly. He alternates between sucking and flicking his tongue against the tender skin there, and I’m too far gone to care that he’s probably going to leave a mark.
In a way, I welcome it. I want everyone to know that he is mine and I am his. I moan at the thought and Dante kisses me, his breaths coming in hard pants. His eyes are glazed with pleasure, his cheeks and chest washed with pink. The silver scars wink in the low light, and I want to run my fingertips over each one.
But I’m close. So, so close.
“Fuck, Sofia…”
Just him saying my name sends me headlong into bliss once more, and I shatter with his name on my lips. All the tension leaves my body, and I float as if on a cloud, faintly aware ofDante calling my name as he fucks me through the last flutters of my ecstasy.
The pace of his thrusts becomes hurried, frantic. I cling to his shoulders for dear life as his hips snap against mine.
“Fuck, ohfuck,” he grunts as he spills into me. The pulse of his cock as he fills me, sends aftershocks of delight through my core.
After, wrapped in silk sheets and each other, we lie in comfortable silence. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my bare shoulder, and I feel more at peace than I have in days.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask softly.
“You. This. How I never thought I’d get to have something this good.” His voice is quiet, contemplative. “I’ve spent so long believing I didn’t deserve…”
“Deserve what?”
“Happiness. Love. A normal moment with someone who sees the best in me instead of just the worst.”
I press closer, offering comfort. “You deserve all of that and more.”
“Do I?” His arm tightens around me. “Sometimes I wonder what my life would have been like if I’d made different choices. If I’d been born into a different family.”
“But then you wouldn’t be you,” I point out. “And I happen to like who you are.”
