Chapter 2

(Dominic’s POV)

“My body…it feels hot.”

Her voice, fuck.

It was soft, shaky and so damn pure it twisted something in me.

It was like she had no clue what those words could do to a man. Every syllable stroked down my spine and into my cock, and for a moment all I could think about was how she’d sound with my cock buried deep inside her and filling her little pussy.

She was trembling under me, skin flushed, chest heaving against that little dress. Her pupils were blown wide, lips red and parted, hair falling loose around her face like a goddamn halo.

And she looked at me as if I was the only man in the world who could save her from burning alive.

I should’ve left. Should’ve walked out and let her deal with the consequences of being too naïve at a gala where sharks circled in tuxedos.

But something about those wide-eyes, pleading, lips swollen and parted, burned straight through every carefully built wall I’d set around myself.

Her fingers clutched at my jacket. “Please…” she whimpered, pressing her thighs together. “It—it hurts.”

With shaky hands she dragged the hem of her gown higher, bunching it around her hips until I caught a glimpse of black lace panties she was putting on.

“Just," she whispered again, voice breaking. "...Just touch me.”

My cock hardened instantly, pressing against my zipper like it wanted to tear free.

Fuck.

Her innocence was an aphrodisiac all on its own. The desperate little plea cut deeper than all the polished moans I’d ever wrung from women.

“Do you really want this?” I asked, but my hand was already sliding up her thigh.

Her skin was smooth, warm, trembling beneath my touch.

She gasped, arching into me, and the sound nearly ripped my control apart.

“Yes…” She tilted her head back, eyes fluttering shut, and in that moment I wanted to do things to her that would stain her innocence forever.

I shoved her dress higher, baring the full view of her black lace panties. She was already soaked through. The little wet patch clung to her pussy, outlining her slit perfectly.

My jaw clenched. “Christ, baby. You’re dripping.”

She whimpered, thighs spreading wider in invitation.

I pressed a finger over her clit, stroking the lace, and she nearly screamed. Her hips bucked hard, grinding against me.

“Shhh,” I growled, clamping a hand over her mouth. “You want the whole fucking hotel to hear how wet you are?”

Her muffled moan vibrated against my palm, her eyes wide, pupils drowning in lust.

She shook her head frantically, but her body told another story, arching, begging and ready to take anything I gave her.

My cock throbbed.

I needed to be inside her. I needed to split that perfect pussy open and fuck her until she forgot her own damn name.

Pushing the lace aside, I dragged a finger through her slick folds.

So wet. So hot.

When I slid a finger inside, her pussy instantly clenched down, squeezing me like it wanted to keep me there forever.

“Fuck,” I hissed through my teeth. “You’re so tight.”

Her muffled cry broke against my hand. Her nails raked down my shoulders, hips jerking helplessly as I pumped my finger inside her.

The wet sounds of her pussy filled the room, obscene and addictive.

She began losing herself, moaning and writhing, those big eyes rolling back.

I shoved a second finger inside and could immediately feel her tight barrier.

I froze.

She was a virgin.

The thought slammed into me, and for a second I couldn’t breathe.

A virgin, and I had her spread out under me, begging, dripping, grinding on my hand like she’d die without release.

Those were my thoughts but my cock had other plans, twitching violently and leaking precum into my briefs.

The thought of being the first to take her… it nearly broke me. To be the first man inside this tight, untouched pussy. To see that innocent face crying, gasping, begging for more while I shoved my cock deep...

Fuck.

I shoved the thought away and thrust my fingers deeper instead. Her body arched, her breasts pressing against my chest, nipples hard beneath the silk. I wanted to tear the dress off and suck those perfect tits until she screamed. I wanted to pinch those nipples till she begged for me to fuck her.

Her moans grew higher, sweeter. Her hips bucked wildly, chasing my rhythm.

“Mmmph...ahh...ahh!”

I rubbed her clit with my thumb, circling it slowly.

Her pussy squeezed me tighter, fluttering around my fingers.

“Come for me, angel,” I growled in her ear. “Cum all over my hand.”

She shattered.

Her cry ripped out of her throat, muffled under my palm, as her pussy clamped down and pulsed around me.

Juices gushed over my hand, soaking my fingers. Her whole body trembled against mine as the orgasm wracked through her.

She was beautiful like that.

Too beautiful that I wanted to cum just from watching her face twist in ecstasy. I wanted to whip my cock out and paint her stomach, tits and lips with it.

But I didn’t, because just as the last shudders left her body, her lashes fluttered closed.

She panted heavily like she'd just run a marathon and was trying to catch her breath.

I couldn't bring it in myself to disturb her or bring her anymore stress.

My hand were still wet with her release, my cock a steel rod in my pants.

I sucked the fingers and immediately knew I was ruined.

Oh God, I now knew exactly what perfection tasted like...and I don't think I was ever letting it go.