Entangled with the Mafia Don novel Chapter 41

Ezra's POV:

The kiss in my study had unleashed something primal, a raw, undeniable hunger that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. Her lips, soft and yielding, tasted of a forbidden sweetness that ignited a fire within me, a dangerous, possessive claim I couldn't resist. When I finally broke the contact, our breaths mingling in the charged air, her wide, trusting eyes held a bewildered vulnerability that both captivated and stirred a fierce protectiveness.

I didn’t speak; words felt inadequate, clumsy. My hand remained at the nape of her neck, my thumb gently stroking the sensitive skin beneath her hair, a silent command that her body seemed to obey. I took her hand, her small fingers surprisingly warm in mine, and led her out of the study.

We ended up in my bedroom. I didn’t release her hand, my gaze never wavering from hers. There was a raw vulnerability flickering in the depths of her eyes, a mirroring of the hesitant desire that churned with a nervous urgency within her. I reached out with my free hand, my touch feather-light, a gentleness that even suprised me.

I lowered my head, my lips brushing against hers with a tenderness that surprised even me, a stark contrast to the urgent passion that had consumed me moments before. I deepened the kiss, I could feel her melting under my touch. My arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between us, her soft curves brushing my already burning with desire body. Her arms around my neck, her fingers on my hair, pulling me closer.

I led her towards the bed, our gazes locked, our bodies moving as if drawn by an invisible force. We fell onto the soft mattress, our limbs still intertwined, the sudden give of the bed sending a thrill of anticipation through me.

My touch became more insistent, my hands now exploring the delicate curve of her hip, the small of her back, each caress sending a fresh wave of sensation through her. I slowly unbuttoned her shirt, my fingers brushing against her skin, my touch sending goosebumps on her body. I slowly started remove some of her clothes, revealing her glowing skin to the dim light, my eyes leaving hers, a silent admiration of the woman beneath me.

Her small hands. The feel of her, so soft and yielding, yet so responsive, grounded me in the swirling sensations that were beginning to overwhelm my senses, a dizzying spiral of touch and feeling. Her fingers traced the line of my ribs, the tautness of my abdomen, a hesitant exploration of my body against hers.

As my hand moved to the waistband of her jeans, a sudden, involuntary tension seized her. Her breath hitched. I paused, my fingers still, my gaze immediately sharpening, sensing her hesitation. Her eyes, wide and searching, met mine, a silent question in their depths.

I stilled my movements completely, my body going momentarily rigid. My breath caught in my throat, a subtle hitch that I felt against her skin. The raw passion that had been burning so intensely in my eyes softened, replaced by a look of surprise, a dawning understanding. She was a virgin. I pulled back slightly to create a small space between us, my gaze unwavering. I cupped her face, my thumbs softly stroking her cheeks. My gaze was intense, searching. "Davina," I murmured, "Why didn't you say anything?"

She shrugged, the movement small and weak, shame washing over her in a hot, suffocating wave. Her action confirming me suspicion. She was mine. Her first time, her first surrender, would be to me. The thought sent a jolt of exhilaration through my blood, a dark, primal sense of victory. Every woman who had come before her had been experienced, confident, complicit in the transactional dance of desire. But Davina… she was untainted, a blank canvas upon which I would paint her first taste of true intimacy. The power in that realization was intoxicating.

I held her gaze, my touch incredibly gentle, reassuring, a silent promise in the weight of my hands on her face. "Then," I said softly, my voice a low rumble that resonated deep within me, sending tremors of anticipation through her body, "then I will be gentle. I promise." My words were a balm, easing the panicked flutter in her chest, and I felt a shiver of nervous excitement trace a path down her spine.

My every touch, a deliberate exploration. I moved with a patience that astounded even myself, every action a question, a gentle invitation. This wasn't just about my pleasure; it was about hers, about unlocking a world for her that only I would introduce.

I continued to undress her slowly, my fingers brushing against her skin. I moved lower, my hands gliding over her hips, drawing her legs apart. I lowered my head, and I heard her gasp as my lips and tongue found her. Her body arched, a low moan escaping her lips, triggering a fire within me to make her mine. My mouth hot, my tongue soft, insistent on my movements. My movement intensifying, she gripped the sheets, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, I was giving her her first orgasm, one she'd remember forever.

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