𝗔𝗿𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴.
𝗛𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝘁.
𝗛𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴.
❤︎︎
You gasp when you see a woman lying completely naked on a royal red couch. She looked like a goddess sprawled amidst soft fabrics. Showing off the gorgeous be...
[Warning: smut ahead, virginity loss, teasing, etc. He is wearing a condom in all the smuts that will be written in this book (until I tell you he isn't ;>), I just prefer to not mention it becasue I feel it reduces the...fun, yk.]
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"Are you sure?" He questioned carefully, the softest whisper.
The immodest desire in his eyes was daunting, he was painfully holding himself under you. Never wanted to rush anything.
Especially when this was so spontaneous. He didn't want you to do this because you felt jealous and needed to prove to yourself you had him. He wanted you to really want it. Want him. The plain, bare him. Be ready for everything he came with, his package. Not that jumbo package down there, the package of his feelings, problems, frustrations. All the fucking shit. Because he was ready to absorb your pain, your panic, your worry, your love, your sweetness, your needs, your wants. Your everything.
Ariana wasn't someone to think a lot, he knew. She never meant to hurt you, that was what her personality was like. Nevertheless, you did feel hurt. He was willing to sort it out but gosh, fucking you was another thing entirely. He wanted to fucking digest you, drain you and make your body twist because of his. Chain you up, make you bleed but reassure you as well. Knowing you've never had sex with anybody, he wanted to make it memorable somehow. He wanted to give you his best, pleasure you. Make a memory in your life. Whatever happened to your relationship, he wanted the sexy and sweet memories to go on. Remind him of you and cloud a genuine adoration over you.
Even when his sexual preferences were peculiar and overwhelming, he wanted to go slow. Give you time to adjust. Feel the subtleties of sex. The real pleasure. The real pleasure wasn't in just fucking, it was feeling the slow burn your partner gave you, listening to your partner's breath, the change you made in their body, desire which coursed in them for you, the satisfaction of seeing a person you want, want you back. Just as much.
