Dahlia’s POVMy heart hammered in my chest.I didn’t sit on his lap. Not yet. I leaned forward just a little, lifting my trembling hands to his shoulders. My fingers brushed over his collarbone, over the warm skin peeking from the top of his shirt. He inhaled sharply, the sound quiet but unmistakable.“You’re trembling,” he said, his voice softer now, almost tender.“I know,” I whispered. “I’m… nervous.”“Nervous is fine,” he murmured, sliding his hands slowly up my thighs—over the sheer fabric of my nightgown, stopping just before he reached the place that throbbed for him. “Scared is not.”“I’m not scared,” I said quickly. And it was true. “Not of you.”The look that flickered across his face made my breath catch. Something soft. Something he didn’t show anyone.He leaned forward a little, his mouth inches from my stomach, his hands still holding me gently in place.“Then come here,” he whispered, “and let me teach you slowly.”His fingers pressed lightly into my hips, guiding me cl
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