Page 121 of The One
She is so mine.
No one else will ever see her like this, let alone touch her.
Is she really as inexperienced as I hope she is? The need to know suddenly consumes me.
“Is this the first time you had an orgasm with someone?” I ask, keeping my voice soft, not wanting to shatter the fragile, blissful bubble we’re wrapped in.
She turns beet red, answering my question without uttering a word.
“Good,” I rasp. The thought of another man’s hands on her, let alone inside of her, makes me murderous.
This possessive streak is new and completely unfamiliar. But she’s it, she is my One. It’s to be expected, right?
I embrace it with all that I am, because being a possessive fucker overmywoman is who I am, new or not.
“Have you ever made yourself come?” I ask.
Impossible as it seems, Mari turns an even deeper shade of red and buries her face against my chest.
I chuckle softly, shaking my head. “Oh no,dolce mia, I won’t have that.”
Gently, I tilt her chin up, my fingers brushing her warm skin. “I want to see your face, your eyes, every expression that dances across your beautiful features.”
I watch her throat as she swallows hard, her eyes flickering up to meet mine shyly. Uncertainty lingers there, mixed with a hint of embarrassment.
Gently, I cup her cheek and lean in, brushing my lips softly against hers, a silent reassurance that she has nothing to be ashamed about. That she can trust me. That her secrets are safe with me.
Her delicate fingers curl into the fabric of my shirt, gripping tightly as our lips meld together in perfect harmony.
“Have you?” I repeat my question when I pull back.
She drops her eyes from mine, unable to look at me.
“Mari.” I soften my voice. “There will be no secrets between us. There’s nothing you cannot tell me, now or ever. I want to know all of you. I love that no one has touched you before. I fucking love your innocence. It’s the biggest turn-on I’ve ever experienced.”
Her eyes lift to mine again, darting between them as if searching for a hidden truth or unspoken sincerity. She needn’t look far, she’ll find both there. I could never lie to this woman.
Eventually, she shakes her head. “No, I mean, yes,” she says barely above a whisper, making it hard to hear over the beating music of the club.
I don’t press her this time, giving her the space to gather her thoughts.
“Umm, I mean…. I have… umm, touched myself and it was… umm, nice…. really nice…. but… but I could never get there.”
Fuck me dead!
Swallowing hard, her words sink into my psyche.
She’s never had an orgasm, ever.
She’s lived twenty years without experiencing the exquisite joy a good release brings.
Fuck me dead. But I said that already.
The significance of this moment strikes me like a bullet to the heart.
She truly is completely and utterly mine. In every way.
All her firsts belong to me. Seriously, I could cry with joy.
