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His skillful tongue circles my clit, which is used to my own tentative explorations.

I’d thought myself adequately versed, but my new husband induces electric sensations I never imagined.

I buck my hips forward, trying to guide his tongue to that perfect spot, my body begging without words.

“Yes,” I whisper, the word escaping in a reverent moan. What am I saying? More threatens to spill out. Maybe even explicit directions.

How would that go down with a don like him, a man who demands obedience?

Just when I’m on the edge, my thighs trembling, pleasure coiling tight, he stops.

And pulls back with a smirk, leaving me aching and desperate for more.

CHAPTER 5

DANTE

Iwatch the rise and fall of Gina’s chest as she catches her breath. Just ten seconds ago, I left her right at the edge.

And that’s just how I want to enjoy her. Her pussy moist and glistening, yearning for my touch.

Already the musky, sweet scent of her arousal lingers between us.

My cock’s rock hard in anticipation of the moment I will claim her.

The moment she will become mine.

I trail my fingers along her collarbone, circling one nipple. I relish the way she shivers despite the warmth of our bodies.

The way her body betrays her nervousness makes my cock twitch.

Good. I like her this way.

Uncertain, anticipating, wondering what I’ll do next.

Moving on top of her, I let my right palm rest on her delicate shoulder.

I try to take more of my body weight on my left forearm, remembering I’m more than twice her size.

When I pin her wrists above her head, her blond curls fan out like spilled sunshine. Her green eyes watch my every move.

I could devour her whole, but I want to savor this moment. I want to draw out the anticipation for both of us until she’s writhing beneath me in desire.

Sliding my hand up her inner thigh, I feel her smooth skin under my calloused fingertips. She bites her plump bottom lip and arches her back, aroused by the sensation.

Hmm. She’s taking to our love play too eagerly for the sheltered virgin her father promised her to be.

Has she done this before? The thought makes my jaw clench.

“Please,” she whispers, voice breaking. “More!”

I pretend not to hear her. I’m not ready to claim her.

Not until I’m sure.

My father’s gravelly voice cuts through the haze of lust: “Trust nothing you can’t verify.”

Though he did not say that in the context of taking an alleged virgin’s maidenhood, I obey this commandment all the same.