Becoming Mrs DeLuca novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Christ My breath lef me. The sight of her, the sheer reality of her body laid out before me, reignited my longer like a man h dropped in gasoline

1 leaned closer, but before my lips could brush her, her small hand shot out and pressed against my forehead, halting me. The gesture was so unexpected, so awkwardly innocent, that I almost laughed. Almost

“What are you doing?” she demanded.

“T’m trying to help you relax,” I said.

Her frown deepened as her gaze darted down to me. “But… why?”

“Because most women enjoy this very much.” I held her eyes so she could see I meant it. “And I think you might too.”

She wrinkled her nose, It was the tiniest crinkle of suspicion and embarrassment. “So you’re going to… kiss me down there?”

I couldn’t hold back the chuckle this time, “Yes, Valentina, I’m going to kiss you there, and lick you, and suck you- and if you let me, I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I will.”

Her eyes went wide, startled and innocent, like I’d spoken in a foreign tongue. I lowered my head, pressing my cheek to her thigh, letting the rasp of my stubble tease her skin. She trembled beneath me. Her scent flooded my senses, and my gaze locked on her pussy again, aching, to taste her.

I caught her wrist gently, prying her hand away from my forehead. “I’m going to kiss you now,” I said, giving her one last chance to push me away if she wanted.

She didn’t. She held her breath.

I leaned in, brushed my lips against her folds. She twitched instantly, sucking in a sharp breath as though the touch shocked her.

My eyes lifted. “Did that tickle?” I rasped.

Her eyes were squeezed tight, and her whole body had gone rigid. “No,” she whispered.

I kissed her again, this time pressing a little firmer. The sweet, intoxicating scent of her made restraint damn near impossible. She inhaled sharply again, chest rising and falling too fast. I kissed her once more, then again, scattering, slow, deliberate kisses over her most intimate part.

She didn’t push me away. She didn’t pull me closer, either. The only response was the ragged edge of her breathing, uneven and unsure.

Sliding my hand down, I let my palm rest against her thigh, coaxing her legs to case open further, to give me better access. She resisted, muscles tight with tension, refusing to yield more than what she already had.

Frustration flared hot in my chest. But I forced it down. She was twenty one. Young and inexperienced in our world. I couldn’t expect her to know how to receive this or how to let herself go.

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Chapter 17

So 1 kissed her again, slower this time, determined to teach her

“Valentina,” I murmured. “Let me

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Her thighs trembled beneath my palms, the fight in her muscles slowly giving way. At last, her legs loosened, parting enough for me to settle fully between them. Relief pulsed through me when I saw the faint sheen of arousal glistening at her entrance. She wasn’t ready in the way I wished she could be, but at least her body was responding, even if her mind still fought me.

I lowered my head and brushed my tongue along her folds. She gasped, and her whole body jolted at the unfamiliar sensation. Her hand darted down, not to push me away this time, but to hold onto me. Her fingers clutched at my hair, trembling. That little act of trust nearly undid me.

1 stayed patient, circling her clit with the tip of my tongue, testing what might coax a sound from her lips. Her breath hitched, shallow and uneven. I stroked her again, more firmly, and her hips shifted in a subtle, instinctive motion that told me I’d found something that worked.

Still, she was tense. So damn tense. She lay there holding her breath, waiting for something, maybe fearing everything. I kissed, licked, tasted, trying to draw her out, but she gave me so little to work with. Her body responded faintly, yes, but not enough.

Long minutes passed. Her chest rose and fell quickly, and her thighs trembled around my shoulders, but there was no real surrender. No release. Finally, I kissed her inner thigh and lifted my head.

“Do you think you can come for me?” I asked softly.

Her eyes flicked open. She shook her head quickly, face flushed red with embarrassment. “No… I’m sorry.”

I pushed up, brushing her knee with my hand. “Don’t be. It takes time.” I let the silence stretch for a beat. “Are you ready?”

Her throat worked around a swallow. We both knew she wasn’t ready- not truly. But readiness was a luxury we didn’t have tonight. After a long pause, she gave a small nod.

I exhaled through my nose and rose from the bed. My boxers came off in one motion. My cock, swollen and hard, had been straining against the fabric for far too long. The moment the air hit me, Valentina’s wide eyed gaze dropped, and her lips parted.

“Oh… shit,” she whispered under her breath.

One of my brows arched. For half a second, I was dangerously close to laughing. It was the kind of raw, unfiltered reaction only she could give me… half horrified, half fascinated. I forced the grin off my face and climbed back onto the bed.

“You’re going to stretch,” I told her. She needed guidance now, not jokes.

Her expression didn’t change much. She was still doubtful, still shadowed with fear. The trust wasn’t there yet, not fully. I could feel it in the stiffness of her body, and see it in the way her fingers twisted in the sheets.

Fuck it. Waiting wouldn’t help. The longer she thought, the tighter she’d lock herself against me. We needed to get through this first time, no matter how imperfect it would be.

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Chapter 18

Chapter 18