"Clothes off."
His voice is a command, it does just as many wonderful things to me as his praise doesI quickly move to obey.
"Beautiful girl. Such a good, obedient girl for me. I bet if I were to reach my fingers between your legs, you’d be sopping wet for me, wouldn’t you?”
I nod silently.
“Then show me,lovely. Show me what I do to you.” His voice lowers. “Show me what’s mine.”
I’ve never felt soproud of myself before, never felt so confident in my body. But as I strip my clothes and he drinks me in, I feel as if I’m the most stunning woman this world has ever seen.
The humble, plain clothing falls to the floor like discarded baggage. I shiver.
“Cold?”he asks. I shake my head. No, not cold. It isn’t as warm here away from the fire, but it’s insulated, and the earlier fire did warm this room, too. It isn’t cold that makes me shiver.
“Ah,” he says with a lewd, lopsided grin. “You shiver for another reason.”
I swallow and nod.
“Put your hands behind your head.”
I obediently lace my fingers behind my head and watch him. I hardly breathe. He’s still fully dressed, and I’m stark naked, a contrast that isn’t lost on me.
“I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life,” he whispers. “Never.”
“Dario,” I whisper, disbelieving. His eyes come to mine alight with curiosity. “How can that be true? You’ve… you’ve been with women before.”
He nods. “None have ever looked at me the way you do,” he whispers, stepping closer. When he draws nearer to me, my pulse begins to quicken again. “None have ever melted into a puddle when I praised them. And I love that about you.”
Love that about you.
“I don’t understand,” I whisper, because I truly don’t. What’s changed with him? I shake my head, bewildered. But soon, my thoughts and questions are silenced when he reaches the bed. He lowers his mouth to mine, covers my mouth with his, and the world ceases to exist.
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