HIS VIRGIN GIRL

Her first reward

Alexander’s POV

The library had never looked more perfect than it did tonight.

Firelight danced across the shelves while Elara stood before me, flushed and trembling, holding one of my favorite erotic books in her hands. Her n*****s were visibly hard against the thin blouse. Her thighs pressed together desperately. She had been edged and denied all day, exactly as I wanted.

“Read,” I commanded softly, settling into the large leather armchair.

She opened the book with shaking fingers and began reading aloud. The passage described a powerful man rewarding his innocent girl with his mouth and fingers until she screamed.

I pulled her onto my lap as she read, her back to my chest, her short skirt riding up. My c**k was rock hard against her ass. I slid one hand under her blouse to cup her bare breast, rolling her n****e between my fingers my other hand disappeared beneath her skirt.

She faltered in her reading when my fingers found her soaked p***y.

“Keep going,” I murmured against her neck, biting down gently.

I pushed two fingers deep inside her tight heat while my thumb circled her swollen c**t. She was dripping down my hand. So responsive so f*****g perfect.

Her voice grew breathy and broken as I f****d her slowly with my fingers, curling them against that sensitive spot inside her. I pinched her n****e harder, matching the rhythm.

When she reached the climax of the passage the girl in the book screaming her release I pressed firmly on her c**t and whispered against her ear:

“Come for me, Elara. Now.”

She shattered.

Her entire body tensed as the orgasm crashed through her. She cried out, hips grinding desperately against my hand, p***y clenching rhythmically around my fingers. I kept stroking her through it, drawing out every wave until she was limp and trembling in my arms.

I gentled my touch but didn’t stop completely, bringing her down slowly. When she finally caught her breath, I turned her sideways on my lap so I could see her face.

She looked beautifully ruined cheeks flushed, eyes glassy with tears, lips parted.

I brought my soaked fingers to her mouth. “Clean them.”

She obeyed without hesitation, sucking my fingers like she was starving for me. The sight made my c**k throb painfully.

“You did so well today,” I praised, stroking her hair. “Such a good girl for me.”

She leaned into my touch, still breathing hard. The trust in her eyes mixed with lingering desire made something dark and possessive bloom in my chest.

I stood, lifting her easily in my arms, and carried her upstairs to our bedroom. I laid her on the bed and slowly undressed her, savoring every inch of skin I revealed. When she was completely naked, I stepped back to admire her.

“Beautiful,” I murmured.

I removed my own clothes, keeping only my boxer briefs on for now. Then I joined her on the bed, pulling her against me. Skin to skin. Her soft curves pressed against my hard body.

I kissed her deeply, claiming her mouth while my hand slid between her legs again. She was still soaked. Still sensitive. I brought her to the edge once more with my fingers, then stopped.

“Please,” she whimpered against my lips.

“Not yet,” I said. “I want you desperate for me when I finally take you.”

Instead, I moved down her body and settled between her thighs. I licked her slowly, savoring her taste, then devoured her. I sucked on her c**t while pushing two fingers deep inside her, curling them perfectly. It didn’t take long before she came again harder this time moaning my name like a prayer.

I licked her gently through the aftershocks, then moved back up to hold her.

She curled into my chest, still trembling, pressing soft kisses against my skin. The sweetness of the gesture after how roughly I had used her pleasure surprised me.

In that moment, holding my virgin girl in my arms, I realized something dangerous.

I wasn’t just obsessed with claiming her body anymore.

I was starting to crave her heart as well.

And that made me even more dangerous.

Because now I would never let her go.