Nolan closed the distance between them.
"Now that we are really alone, I will ask just once," he stated, his voice low and leaving no room for evasion. "Are you really okay?"
Rachel hesitated for a few seconds, a profound breath finally escaping her. A soft, grateful smile played on her lips, touched by the intensity of his concern.
"I told you already, I'm fine," she murmured. She bridged the remaining gap, rising on her toes to press a light, reassuring kiss to his lips.
What began as a gentle touch quickly ignited. Nolan's arms wrapped around her, crushing her to his chest as he took control of the kiss.
Their lips moved together passionately, neither willing to pull away.
For a fleeting instant, their lips parted, allowing ragged breaths to mingle in the small space between them.
But their desire was too much to contain; they came together again, their mouths meeting in a clash of unrestrained want.
That small, beautiful creature was easily enveloped in his strong arms. Her skin was so warm and pleasant against his.
"I promise that no one will ever touch you," he vowed, his voice rough. "You don't ever need to fear that bitch Elizabeth, or any other, as long as you are my woman."
Seeing the unshakable confidence in that man, feeling the solid strength of his arms and the even greater power in his eyes,
Rachel was flooded with a sense of safety and devotion she had never known. She wanted to give herself entirely to that man.
His words sent a jolt straight to her core. A vulgar, throbbing heat ignited deep within her, her cunt clenching around nothing, achingly empty and suddenly, desperately wet.
A wave of pure, unadulterated horniness washed over her, making her knees feel weak and her mind hazy with need.
His hand moved gently, sliding over the covers until his fingers found hers. He laced them together, a tangible promise of his presence. "I love you."
Her face flushed a deep crimson, the most adorable sight he had ever seen. Her ears burned with embarrassment.
Nolan smiled, knowing that this cute look would soon be replaced by one of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
Unable to resist her allure, he dipped his head and kissed her beautiful, slender neck. Her scent filled the air. Then his kisses trailed along her collarbone before descending to her small, beautiful breasts.
Everything about her short, slender frame was perfectly proportioned. Her breasts were like exquisite accessories that enhanced her delicate beauty.
They were petite mounds, smooth as porcelain, each tipped with a cute nipple. The pink areolae were comically large for the size of her breasts, with the pointed tips of her nipples standing firmly erect, as if calling to him.
Affectionately, he first licked the hardened peaks, savoring their unique taste. But he didn't linger for long. Without warning, he sucked one into his mouth, hard.
For the first time, a delicate, high-pitched moan escaped her, but she soon was able to hold it back.
Nolan found it funny that she was still shy about the other girls hearing it, but soon she wouldn't be able to hold back anymore.
His left hand slid down her thin belly, only to return and finally cup her other breast. Teasing her further, he used the tips of his fingers to gently trace circles around her nipples, the touch almost ticklish.
She reacted with sharp, breathy cries and delicious moans when he sucked. When he teased, she breathed heavily, her body trembling with desperate desire.
Finally, she broke, screaming out her frustration, "How long are you going to keep doing this shit? I can't take it anymore!"
He couldn't help but laugh darkly at her predictable reaction. He didn't respond with words, but with decisive action.
He furiously attacked her nipples again, his mouth and tongue working aggressively, causing her to interrupt her own complaints with a series of loud, desperate moans.
He tasted and claimed every inch of her perfect, petite breasts, his hand kneading their softness, so pliant they seemed to absorb his fingers.
The symphony of her moans urged him on, the intervals between them growing shorter and shorter. Her voice exploded without control as her body began to tremble with the force of her pleasure. Her gaze was completely overtaken by lust, just as he had intended.
And finally, she shattered.
In a violent spasm, she moaned aggressively, her body writhing beneath him. Her thighs clenched, her back arched off the bed, and her entire frame trembled uncontrollably.
For a long fifteen seconds, he watched her try to catch her breath, utterly lost in the throes of her orgasm.
He kissed her lips once more, but there was no time for her body to rest. Focusing on the same sensitive peaks, he made her moan nonstop as he attacked her delicious nipples again.
Amidst the endless stream of moans, she pleaded cutely, "Calm down, calm down, I can't take it anymore..."
"Didn't you ask me to stop playing around?" he teased, his voice a low rumble. "Have you reached your limit?"
"That's not it," she stared at him with beautifully rebellious eyes, but ultimately admitted in a whisper, "you know it's my first time, so be more gentle, idiot."
He released her breast with a soft, wet pop, his gaze dark with promise. "Gentle?" he murmured, shifting his body down the bed. "I can be gentle. But first, you need to see what's yours."
He knelt between her thighs, and Rachel's breath hitched. Her eyes, still glazed with pleasure, widened in pure shock.
It was monstrous, a thick, veined length of flesh that seemed utterly impossible. Her mind reeled with a primal fear, a certainty that her small body could never accommodate such a thing.
But that sharp spike of terror was instantly fused with a deep, throbbing horniness that made her clench in desperate, wet anticipation.
She was terrified, but she had never wanted anything more in her life.
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