Page 44 of Twisted Elites

With every tight circle he rubbed around my clit with his cock head, pleasure mounted, making my core muscles clench. Molten heat gathered between my folds, and I sank further into the mattress, feeling like I would drop through the floor if he didn’t stretch me open, fill me, and give me what I needed.

Wrapping my arms around his broad back, I said, “Please… I need you inside me.”

He drew back and stared down at me with his dark eyes wide and his jaw slack. “Do you know what you’re saying?”

“That I want to have sex?” I ran a hand down his muscular back and wrapped it around a deliciously hard buttock.

“Are you still a virgin?” he asked.

My teeth worried at my lip. “Not by choice.”

Prakash drew back, taking all that sweet friction away. I wrapped my hand around his erection to keep him in place. “Don’t you dare run away from this.”

With a chuckle, Prakash kissed me on the nose. “Not even to get a condom?”

“Oh.” I released my grip and relaxed. “That’s alright, then.”

He rolled off me, taking away his warmth. I sat up, brought my knees to my chest, and wrapped my arms around my legs. His muscles rippled as he strode to a cupboard and searched through its contents.

Inhaling a deep breath, I stared at one of the landscapes on the wall. It depicted a green mountain, which I guessed was where his family grew the tea.

Prakash turned around, his eyes stormy. He held a pack of condoms but didn’t move any closer. “Are you sure about this?”

I stretched out my arms and curled my fingers, beckoning him closer. “Am I sure I want to make love with the boy who looked out for me from the first day we met? Or am I sure I want to make love with the boy who saved my life?”

Rolling his eyes, he drew closer. “Don’t make me sound like a hero.”

“There are other reasons.” Licking my lips, I swept a lingering gaze down his muscular torso and let it settle on a bronze erection with an impressive, bulbous tip. “Maybe I’m also motivated by the sight of your glorious body.”

With a snort, he pulled out a foil wrapper from the box, ripped it open, and placed it on the bedside table. He stared at me with eyes so hungry, they made my heart stutter.

I swallowed hard. This was it. I was going to lose my virginity.

“You have such pretty lips,” he murmured.

My gaze dropped to his dark, glistening cock head that looked too thick to breach my opening. A panicked thrill shot through my insides. “A-all the better for kissing you?”

The smile he gave me was predatory. “Everything about you is beautiful.”

My heart pounded as hard as the pulse between my legs. Part of me wanted to chicken out, but I shoved it aside and told myself this was the right time with the right person. Although spending time with Sebastian and Leopold had been fantastic, I hadn’t felt whole until Prakash’s return.

With as much bravado as I could muster, I said, “Why don’t you come here and show me?”

Prakash sat beside me at the edge of the bed and pressed a kiss on my bare shoulder. “No matter what happens, I want you to know my feelings for you are and always have been genuine.”

My stomach tightened. “What do you think is going to happen?”

“Nothing.” He ran his fingertips down the arm I wrapped around my knees and back up my thigh. “But I want you to know I’m not playing a game.”

“I know.” My gaze locked onto his.

“Good.” Leaning forward, he cupped the side of my face with his large hand and kissed me so gently, it made my heart melt. “Because once I have you, I won’t want to let you go.”

“That’s fine with me.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and straightened my legs.

With a sexy growl, Prakash straddled my body and laid me flat on the mattress. He kissed one corner of my mouth and then the other before giving me a gentle peck on my lips. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, enjoying the attention and appreciating that he wanted to take things slow.

He ran kisses along my jawline, down the column of my neck, each press of his lips a sweet caress that made my heart flutter. How could anyone believe this gentle soul capable of hurting Ashley? How could he be so loving when my sister’s confession had gotten him locked up?