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I am unable to walk away." He only hoped if she chose that path he would be able to let her go.
She nibbled on her lower lip nervously, “I, I feel the same way about you.” Her words were whisper soft as she fought back the nervousness of admitting her own feelings. Her emotions were conflicting between fear and excitement at the admission. So many thoughts went through her mind: She had no idea how to please him, what if she sucked at making love? he could grow bored. Oh god, what if she gave in and he found her lacking? Her mind was overwhelmed with negative thoughts about herself.
He could only smile at the wave of thoughts pummeling through her mind and knew that she had no idea how beautiful she looked to him at that moment. Her innocence was more compelling than the most experienced lover, and just the thought of tutoring her in the ways of lovemaking had his body rising up to the challenge. Lowering his lips to hers once again, his body ached to take what was now rightfully his. His tongue traced her lower lip and he used the soft gasp she gave to delve into the sweetness of her mouth.
As their tongues danced together she allowed passion to take over and surrendered to his mastery. All of her concerns disappeared as he held her closer to him. Her hands moved to his shoulders, holding on tightly as her knees trembled, fearing she would fall as her head grew light.
Pressing her against him was no longer enough as he felt her desire move through her thoughts. He lowered his hands until he cupped her perfectly curved backside, wanting her to understand just how much he wanted her in that moment. His control was ebbing fast and his hand moved to capture her leg, lifting it to his waist as his hard shaft moved against her, leaving no doubt what his intentions were.
She whimpered without thinking as the reality of what she was about to do flooded her mind. Even though she wanted him with a desire that bordered on insanity, things were moving way to fast. She couldn't seem to catch her breath. Nothing in her life had prepared her for the onslaught of passion he was exposing her to. Her body ached in ways that demanded she discover more even as her mind demanded she put on the brakes. The conflicting thoughts were confusing her and she pulled her lips from his. "I can't breathe," she hated herself for speaking the words even as she said them.
He slowly lowered her leg and pulled her tightly to his chest. What was he thinking? Of course she wanted to slow down, he thought to himself. He fought his own needs and forced himself to lightly stroke her hair instead of throwing her down and branding her his as the demon demanded.
"I'm sorry," she whispered miserably, feeling as if she had let him down. She was shivering uncontrollably now, torn between wanting to please him and the silly fears of the unknown that kept her from giving in to the ecstasy his kiss promised. Her heart ached as she feared he would find her lacking and want someone with more experience. She hated herself for not knowing as much as most women her age.
“There is nothing to be sorry for,” he spoke the words trying to soothe her as he fought back his own need. He knew she needed more words of understanding from him, but he was struggling with the demon that demanded he at least taste her blood. "I should take you home," he hadn't meant for the words to come out so forcefully, but the monster inside of him was demanding to be fed. He had no intention of allowing that beast to harm her.
Her eyes filled with tears at his harshness and she wanted to beg him to give her another chance. “I don’t want to leave,” had she truly thrown away her only chance with him, she wondered in misery?
“You make it so hard to do the right thing Cara,” He tightened his arms around her, knowing she had no idea what she was truly agreeing to.
She held him as if everything in her life would end if he walked away from her now, in her soul she felt it would.
She nibbled on her lower lip nervously, “I, I feel the same way about you.” Her words were whisper soft as she fought back the nervousness of admitting her own feelings. Her emotions were conflicting between fear and excitement at the admission. So many thoughts went through her mind: She had no idea how to please him, what if she sucked at making love? he could grow bored. Oh god, what if she gave in and he found her lacking? Her mind was overwhelmed with negative thoughts about herself.
He could only smile at the wave of thoughts pummeling through her mind and knew that she had no idea how beautiful she looked to him at that moment. Her innocence was more compelling than the most experienced lover, and just the thought of tutoring her in the ways of lovemaking had his body rising up to the challenge. Lowering his lips to hers once again, his body ached to take what was now rightfully his. His tongue traced her lower lip and he used the soft gasp she gave to delve into the sweetness of her mouth.
As their tongues danced together she allowed passion to take over and surrendered to his mastery. All of her concerns disappeared as he held her closer to him. Her hands moved to his shoulders, holding on tightly as her knees trembled, fearing she would fall as her head grew light.
Pressing her against him was no longer enough as he felt her desire move through her thoughts. He lowered his hands until he cupped her perfectly curved backside, wanting her to understand just how much he wanted her in that moment. His control was ebbing fast and his hand moved to capture her leg, lifting it to his waist as his hard shaft moved against her, leaving no doubt what his intentions were.
She whimpered without thinking as the reality of what she was about to do flooded her mind. Even though she wanted him with a desire that bordered on insanity, things were moving way to fast. She couldn't seem to catch her breath. Nothing in her life had prepared her for the onslaught of passion he was exposing her to. Her body ached in ways that demanded she discover more even as her mind demanded she put on the brakes. The conflicting thoughts were confusing her and she pulled her lips from his. "I can't breathe," she hated herself for speaking the words even as she said them.
He slowly lowered her leg and pulled her tightly to his chest. What was he thinking? Of course she wanted to slow down, he thought to himself. He fought his own needs and forced himself to lightly stroke her hair instead of throwing her down and branding her his as the demon demanded.
"I'm sorry," she whispered miserably, feeling as if she had let him down. She was shivering uncontrollably now, torn between wanting to please him and the silly fears of the unknown that kept her from giving in to the ecstasy his kiss promised. Her heart ached as she feared he would find her lacking and want someone with more experience. She hated herself for not knowing as much as most women her age.
“There is nothing to be sorry for,” he spoke the words trying to soothe her as he fought back his own need. He knew she needed more words of understanding from him, but he was struggling with the demon that demanded he at least taste her blood. "I should take you home," he hadn't meant for the words to come out so forcefully, but the monster inside of him was demanding to be fed. He had no intention of allowing that beast to harm her.
Her eyes filled with tears at his harshness and she wanted to beg him to give her another chance. “I don’t want to leave,” had she truly thrown away her only chance with him, she wondered in misery?
“You make it so hard to do the right thing Cara,” He tightened his arms around her, knowing she had no idea what she was truly agreeing to.
She held him as if everything in her life would end if he walked away from her now, in her soul she felt it would.
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