Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask (by Silver Spoon) novel Chapter 415

Chapter 415: Chapter 11 First Touch

Daniel’s POV

The conversation with Lila unfolded more smoothly than I had anticipated. What I expected to be a delicate negotiation turned into something surprisingly natural and playful. The real challenge was maintaining my restraint—I nearly lost all control. Her responsiveness to my touch was intoxicating; every subtle reaction from her body sent waves of desire coursing through mine. This woman was systematically dismantling the iron discipline that had kept me alive in both the precinct and the underworld.

When she expressed her desire to touch me, I felt deeply honored—I had been craving her hands on me since our first kiss. I suggested she unbutton my shirt, and she eagerly complied, her trembling fingers sending electricity across my skin. My heart hammered against my ribs like gunfire, and I guided her palm there so she could feel its thunderous rhythm. She mirrored my gesture, placing my hand over her own racing pulse. In that moment, I understood she was offering herself to me completely, trusting me with a vulnerability that few in our world ever experienced.

I made a silent vow to craft something extraordinary for her, ensuring our first intimate encounter would be burned into her memory forever. I wanted to be etched into her soul the way she had carved herself into mine. When she dismissed my mention of protection and asked me to kiss her instead, all rational thoughts evaporated—I would gladly spend eternity kissing those perfect lips.

I pulled her against me, capturing her mouth in an intense kiss filled with unrestrained passion, holding her tight until we both gasped for air. As we separated momentarily, I ran my hands from her narrow waist upward until they found her breasts. I watched her carefully, cataloging every reaction like evidence in a case file. When my palms cupped her soft flesh, her body tensed briefly before melting into my touch. I kept my hands there, gently teasing her hardened nipples between my fingers, drawing a sharp gasp from her throat before claiming her mouth once more.

After worshipping her breasts with my hands, I traced a path down to her thighs, sliding beneath her dress and brushing lightly against the delicate fabric of her panties. The wetness I discovered there drove me wild with the need to feel her completely. Unable to resist any longer, I slipped a finger beneath the lace and touched her intimately for the first time.

She gasped in surprise at the initial contact, then moaned softly as I glided my finger along her silken length. Her caramel eyes gleamed with desire; she was so aroused and ready that I knew she could easily take me. Never before had I encountered a woman so naturally responsive, so wet and inflamed with passion. In a world where everyone wore masks and played dangerous games, her honest desire was like finding a rare treasure. I craved more contact, yearned to witness her complete surrender to pleasure.

I guided my fingertip to her most sensitive spot, and she nearly choked on the moan she tried to suppress.

"Don’t hold back your sounds, little one. I love hearing your sweet moans," I encouraged her. Something about her seemed constrained, as though she feared expressing her desires fully—perhaps a lingering effect of growing up under Claire’s iron control.

"Daniel, this is... aaah!" My circular motions on her sensitive flesh were dissolving her inhibitions like acid through steel.

"Does that feel good?" I asked, though her body was already giving me the answer.

"It’s so much more than good!" she admitted between breathless moans.

Her response filled me with deep satisfaction, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I tugged down the neckline of her dress with my free hand, exposing one perfect breast which I immediately captured with my mouth. While my fingers continued their intimate massage below, I sucked and teased her nipple with my tongue, savoring the taste of her skin.

Lila responded wildly, her moans growing louder as she embraced every sensation I offered her. She reached her climax with an uninhibited cry that echoed through my secure apartment, her wetness increasing beneath my touch. Breathless and trembling, she leaned against me for support. I traced my finger along her sensitive flesh once more, feeling her shudder in the aftermath. Withdrawing my hand, I brought my finger to my lips, needing to taste her essence. It was divine, intoxicating—better than the finest whiskey I had ever stolen from my father’s private collection. I savored the taste while she watched me with curious, satisfied eyes.

"You’re incredible," I murmured, pulling her tightly against my chest as she continued catching her breath. "Let me guess—that was your first orgasm."

"Yes, and it was... incredible!" she confirmed, her breathing gradually steadying. "Will it be this good tomorrow?"

"Oh, little one, you amaze me and you’re all mine! Tomorrow will be even better." My smile widened at having been responsible for the first climax of her life. I had never particularly cared about virginity before—in our circles, innocence was rare and often manufactured. Yet I felt an unexpected satisfaction knowing I was experiencing something with her that no one else had touched, that I was her first in this intimate dance.

"I want tomorrow to come quickly," she admitted, making me laugh at her eager honesty. But I shared her impatience completely.

"I want that too," I confessed truthfully. "But I also want to kiss you more before letting you sleep."

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