Page 42 of Gilded in Blood

“Please don’t go,” she says softly, her fingers tightening just enough to stop me. “I really want this.”

I search her face for a long moment. “You have no idea what you’re asking for, Milana. You’re about to lose your virginity to me.”

She holds my gaze, steady despite the nervousness. “I know. And I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. Please… fuck me, Ilya.”

I groan deeply.

Her brothers would put a bullet in my head if they knew what I was about to do to their precious sister. They’d tear me apart.

But right now, with her looking up at me like that, soft, desperate, trusting, my cock doesn’t give a fuck about consequences. And neither do I.

“Are you sure?”

She nods without hesitation.

“Yes.”

Her voice is quiet, but there’s nothing uncertain about it.

I get back in bed and lower myself over her again, settling between her spread thighs, the head of my cock nudging against her soaked entrance.

“You’re really sure?” I ask one last time, voice rough. “The moment I bury myself in you, you become mine. And I don’t share what belongs to me.”

She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” she whispers. “Please… fuck me, Ilya.”

I groan and settle between her spread thighs, my cock heavy and aching against her soaked pussy. I slide two fingers through her pussy first, coating them, then slowly push two fingers inside her.

Fuck. She’s incredibly tight. Her walls clamp down around me.

Milana gasps sharply, her hands flying to my shoulders. “Ilya⁠—”

“Easy,” I murmur, voice strained. “Just my finger. I need to open you up for me.”

I work her slowly, pumping in and out, curling gently until she starts to relax. Then I add a third finger. She whimpers, back arching, her tight heat fluttering around me.

“You’re so fucking tight, solnyshko,” I groan, scissoring my fingers carefully. “This little virgin pussy is going to feel incredible around my cock.”

She’s breathing hard, hips starting to move with me. I keep stretching her, preparing her, until she’s soaking my hand and moaning please like a prayer.

I pull my fingers out and grip my cock, lining the thick head up with her entrance. I look down at her flushed face, eyes locked on hers.

“I’m going to go slow,” I tell her. “But if it hurts too much, you tell me to stop. Understand?”

She nods quickly.

“Words, Milana.”

“I’ll tell you to stop if it hurts,” she breathes. “I promise.”

“Good girl. Safe word is ‘red’. You say it and I stop immediately. Say it.”

“Red,” she whispers.

I press forward, the head of my cock breaching her tight entrance. She’s so wet, but still incredibly tight.

I go agonizingly slow, watching her face the entire time. Her mouth falls open, a mix of pleasure and discomfort flashing across her features.