Page 23 of Merciless Union
“Nervous?” he asks once we’re in the bedroom.
I twist my hands in front of me, swallowing before I reply, “Yes.” No need to be dishonest.
From behind me, his hands touch my arms, sending tingles over my skin. His chest presses against my back, and I can feel his every hard ridge. “You don’t need to be. I’ll treat you right.” His nose nuzzles my neck. “I can’t wait to make you mine.”
I let my body ease back against him. Iamattracted to Maxim. I’m just not attracted to how he expects me to be. This conflict makes me feel uneasy.
But I’m not leaving this room a virgin. I know what’s expected of me tonight. And I want to experience it. I just don’t want him to hurt me.
He growls as he kisses my neck, and I gasp as he reaches his hands down and roughly pulls up my dress. His hand slips down to my panties, cupping me between my legs.
“Maxim,” I gasp, arching into his hand. It feels good, I’ll admit.
He grinds his hand onto my most intimate area as he continues to kiss my neck. A small throb begins to work through my core, and my pussy grows wet. I’ve been aroused before and have explored myself with my fingers. I’ve just never gotten this aroused so fast when I wasn’t in the mood beforehand.
“Fuck,” he growls as he pushes the edge of my panties away and dips a finger down to stroke my folds. I don’t stop him. I just let myself feel.
I gasp again as his finger finds my clit, rubbing a circular pattern over the nub. The throbbing pulse within my core builds in intensity.
My head leans back against his chest. His breath is hot against my skin. His hands are rough but not unpleasant.
One of his fingers rubs my clit faster while another presses against my entrance. His other hand grips my leg and lifts it, giving him better access to my pussy.
My hands reach back to grab his shoulders, searching for something to help me remain stable.
“Arina,” he says darkly. “Tell me you like this. Fucking tell me.” His thumb presses down on my clit as his index finger enters me. My inner walks clench down tight around his finger.
“I … I like this,” I say. And it’s true. It’s just his intensity that’s a little scary.
“Then come for me,” he growls, rolling my clit around. “Come for me now.”
“I’m not …” I start to say when he gently bites my neck. The sensation combined with his hand on me makes the throbbing within my pussy grow.
He thrusts his finger into me deeper as his thumb flicks my clit. It’s all too much.
“I don’t know …”
“You do,” he growls. “Now come.” He kisses my neck again as his hand grinds into my pussy. “Come for me, Arina.”
With one more flick of his finger on my clit, the throbbing sensation reaches a head, and the orgasm that hits me is powerful. I let out a soft moan as it washes over me. I clench Maxim’s shoulders tighter. He continues to thrust his finger in and out of me, his thumb still playing with my clit.
Finally, my body stops trembling, and I calm down.
“That was …” I have no words.
He pulls away from me, walking past me to a nightstand, causing me to stumble. “Was that your first orgasm?”
I turn to watch him as he undoes his cufflinks and places them on the nightstand. “Uh, no.”
His eyes raise to meet mine. “Explain.”
“Well … I’ve explored … you know. Before. Down there.”
A smirk spreads across his lips. “You’ve touched yourself, you mean.”
I shrug. “Just here and there. Not often. And nothing intense like that.”
“Good. I want all of your firsts. And right now, I want your virginity.” He rips off his jacket, walking back to me. “Turn around. I want you out of this dressnow.”
