Chapter 22 First night together I

Denzel's POV

Those two words nearly undid me.

Don't stop.

I'd been holding back for so long. Keeping my distance. Pretending I didn't want her with every fiber of my being.

But now, with her in my arms, her lips swollen from my kisses, her eyes dark with want, I was done holding back.

I kissed her again, harder this time, letting her feel exactly how much I wanted her. My hands slid under her shirt, and she gasped against my mouth.

"Is this okay?" I asked, my voice rough.

"Yes. God, yes."

I pulled her shirt over her head, and she stood there in her bra, looking nervous and beautiful and so fucking perfect it hurt.

"You're shaking," I said softly.

"I'm nervous."

"We can stop. Anytime you want."

"I don't want to stop. I just... I've never..." She bit her lip. "I'm a virgin."

The words hit me like a freight train. I'd suspected, but hearing her say it out loud made something primal surge through me.

I would be her first. Her only, if I had anything to say about it.

"Then we take this slow," I said, even though every instinct screamed at me to devour her. "We do this right."

"I trust you."

Those three words. God, those three words.

I kissed her again, gentler this time, while my hands traced the curve of her waist, her hips. She trembled under my touch, and I loved it.

Loved that I could make her shake. Make her want.

"My room," I said against her lips. "I want you in my bed."

She nodded, and I took her hand, leading her through the quiet house to my wing. To my bedroom.

The moment we were inside, I locked the door and turned to find her standing there, looking at my bed with wide eyes.

"Second thoughts?" I asked.

"No. Just... nervous."

"Come here."

She walked to me, and I pulled her close, just holding her for a moment. Letting her feel that this was about more than just sex. This was about us.

"I'll take care of you," I promised. "I'll make it good for you."

"I know you will."

I kissed her again, slowly backing her toward the bed. When the back of her knees hit the mattress, she sat down, looking up at me with those beautiful eyes.

"Lie back," I said softly.

She did, and I followed her down, covering her body with mine. The feel of her beneath me, soft and warm and mine, made my control slip.

"Denzel," she whispered.

"I'm here. I've got you."

And then I started showing her exactly what that meant.

Rayna's POV

My heart was racing so fast I thought it might burst from my chest.

Denzel was above me, his weight pressing me into the mattress, his hands everywhere. On my waist. My ribs. Sliding up to cup my breast through my bra.

I gasped, and he swallowed the sound with another kiss.

"Can I take this off?" he asked, his fingers on the clasp of my bra.

"Yes."

He unhooked it and slid it off, and then I was topless beneath him. The way he looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, made me forget to be self-conscious.

"Perfect," he murmured. "You're so fucking perfect."

His mouth found my breast, and I almost rolled off the bed. The sensation of his tongue on my nipple was almost too much. Too good. I fisted my hands in his hair, holding him there, not wanting him to stop.

He lavished attention on both breasts until I was writhing beneath him, desperate for more.

"Denzel, please…"

"Please what, Baby? Tell me what you need."

"I don't know. More. Something. You."

He smiled against my skin. "You'll get me. All of me. But first, I need to make sure you're ready."

His hand slid down my stomach to the button of my jeans.

"Can I?"

"Yes."

He unbuttoned them and slowly torturously slowly, pulled them down my legs. I lifted my hips to help, and then I was in just my underwear, trembling with nerves and anticipation.

"You're so beautiful," he said, his eyes roaming over my body. "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted this? Wanted you?"

“ Show me” I replied.

Denzel's POV

Looking at Amelia spread out on my bed, in nothing but a scrap of lace, was the most sexiest thing I'd ever seen.

And the fact that I was the first man who would ever see her like this? The first man who would touch her, taste her, be inside her?

It made something primitive roar to life inside me.

Mine.

"You're staring," she whispered, a blush spreading across her chest.

"I can't help it. You're perfect."

I leaned down and kissed her again, slower this time, while my hand traced the curve of her hip, her thigh. She trembled under my touch, and I loved it.

Loved that she was nervous.

Loved that she trusted me anyway.

I hooked my fingers in her underwear and looked at her. "Last chance to change your mind."

"I'm not changing my mind."

I pulled them down slowly, and then she was completely bare beneath me. Vulnerable. Beautiful. Mine.

"Jesus, Amelia," I breathed. "You're going to kill me."

"Good," she said with a shaky smile. "Then we'll die together."

I kissed my way down her body, her neck, her collarbone, her breasts, her stomach, until I was kneeling between her legs.

"What are you…." She tensed. "Denzel, you don't have to…"

"I want to. Let me taste you again."

"But we already last time, Naomi…"

"This time, no one's interrupting us." I pressed a kiss to her inner thigh. "Relax for me, sweetheart. Let me make you feel good."

Rayna's POV

I couldn't relax. My entire body was wound tight with anticipation and nerves.

But then his mouth was on me, and I stopped thinking altogether.

The sensation was even better than I remembered. His tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes. His fingers joining in, sliding inside me, stretching me.

"Oh God," I moaned, my hands holding the sheets.

He hummed against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body. He worked me slowly, methodically, building the pleasure until I was shaking.

"Denzel, I'm, I can't…"

"Yes, you can. Let go for me."

The orgasm crashed over me, and I cried out his name, my whole body convulsing. He didn't stop, drawing out every last tremor until I was pushing at his head because it was too much.

When he finally pulled away, his lips were filled with my cum, and the sight should have embarrassed me but instead just made me want him more.

He crawled up my body and kissed me, and I could taste myself on his lips.

"That's one," he murmured against my mouth.

"One?"

"I'm going to make you come at least three times tonight. That was just to get you ready