A WEB OF DECEIT ✔️

chapter 16

Thelani

I had never been with a man before, and the anticipation made my heart race, each beat thudding louder in my ears. His lips found the curve of my neck, and the heat of his breath sent a shiver down my spine. He was taking his time, savoring every moment, while my nerves were stretched taut like a wire ready to snap. His hands slipped beneath the hem of my dress, fingers grazing my thighs with a deliberate slowness that made my skin tingle.

This wasn't how I imagined my first time-there was no candlelight, no whispered words of love. It was raw, unfiltered, and frighteningly real. I thought my first love would be the one to take my innocence, but here I was, trembling under the touch of a man I barely knew, his presence intoxicating, his intentions unmistakable.

He lowered his lips to my collarbone, trailing kisses down as he slowly pulled my dress higher. The fabric gathered around my waist, and I was acutely aware of how exposed I was becoming. My breath hitched as his hands slid over my hips, his touch firm yet tender, like he was both claiming me and worshipping me at the same time.

His fingers hooked under the waistband of my panties, and he paused for a moment, as if giving me a chance to protest, but the words were stuck in my throat. Before I could think, before I could decide if this was what I truly wanted, he moved again, peeling the delicate fabric down my legs, leaving me bare and vulnerable.

I gasped as his lips followed the trail his hands had taken, each kiss sending jolts of electricity through me. When his mouth finally reached the most intimate part of me, I stiffened, shock and pleasure battling for dominance in my mind. His tongue was warm, insistent, exploring places that had never been touched before. It was a foreign sensation, overwhelming in its intensity, and I didn't know whether to pull away or press closer.

My body acted on its own, hips arching toward him, chasing the pleasure that was building deep inside me. My mind was a blur, the world narrowing down to the slick, rhythmic movements of his tongue and the heat pooling in my belly. I had never felt anything like this-every nerve ending was alive, every muscle taut with the tension of holding back.

He murmured something against my skin, but the words were lost to me, drowned out by the rush of blood in my ears. My hands gripped the sheets beneath me, knuckles white as I fought to keep control, but it was slipping, fast. His tongue moved in circles, teasing, coaxing, until I was trembling uncontrollably, moaning softly despite myself.

"Baby," he breathed, lifting his head just enough to look at me. His eyes were dark, heavy with desire, and for a moment, I was lost in them, caught in the intensity of his gaze. How could something so wrong feel so right?

I was embarrassed, mortified even, by how my body was reacting-how I was reacting. I had always imagined I'd be composed

"Let's sleep, baby."he said

"Sleep? I thought-" I was confused by this

"We'll talk tomorrow."

I was confused. After everything, I really thought tonight was the night. But as much as it surprised me, I was relieved he decided we should just sleep instead of taking things further.