Claiming My Prize III
“NOT hurt, Emily. Pleasure.” I leaned down, my mouth finding hers. Her lips were soft, hesitant at first, then parting under the pressure. I tasted the faint sweetness of her breath, the innocence that still clung to her. My tongue delved, exploring the warmth of her mouth, intertwining with hers.
I pulled back, her lips swollen, glistening. “You’re going to like this, Emily. More than you think.”
I pushed her gently onto the bed, her legs tangling, her body yielding. She wasn't scared or resistant. She lay there, pliant for me, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and growing curiosity in their depths. I knelt on the bed, straddling her hips. She wore a simple nightgown, just like her elder sister Abigail, and I resisted the urge to tear it off her body.
I reache
