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  “Tell me the truth,” Peter said.

  “Yes, I want to be with you.”

  “Then trust me. Laura is not an issue, and she hasn’t been for a long time.”

  Licking her lips, she looked past his shoulder outside to where the rain was falling.

  “Why did you stop earlier?” she asked, needing to know the truth.

  “You’ve never been with a man, baby. I’ve never been with a virgin, and I didn’t know how to handle that. I want to give you everything, and at that time I couldn’t give you what you needed.”

  Her cheeks had to be flushed with her embarrassment. She’d never spoken to anyone about her virginity. Rose recalled Brad’s demands of keeping her innocence, and she wanted rid of it.

  “I want you, Peter. Only you.”

  “What about everything you’ve been through?” he asked, tucking hair behind her ear.

  “I’ve not been through anything. My food was taken away from me. Brad didn’t do anything to me. I’ve not been affected by it, and I don’t want to spend time thinking about it.” She tried to reassure him.

  “We’ll take everything slowly. I want you to get used to your freedom, Rose. I’ll take you to Control tomorrow, and William will talk you through your work.”

  She nodded, nervous about going to somewhere different.

  “You’re moving to my room,” Peter said, picking her up in his arms.

  Rose squealed, wrapping her arms around his neck.

  “I can walk.”

  “And I want to carry you. I like having you in my arms.”

  She held onto his neck as he carried her out of the room. He entered his room, which was next door.

  His bed was large and dominated most of the room. Everything was moving fast, but Rose didn’t care. She’d spent many months daydreaming about this one man, and now he was carrying her through to his bedroom.

  “Nothing is going to happen tonight.” Peter tucked her in bed. “I’m going to take a shower. You can fall asleep if you want. I’ll be back soon.”

  She watched him walk into the en-suite bathroom, and she became aware of his wealth. Peter had been disowned by his family, but he’d worked his way back up in the world. She wondered if all his money came from the club. Pushing the thoughts aside, she pulled the blanket underneath her chin, watching the door.

  Hearing the water running, she imagined him naked in the shower. She’d never seen a man naked before, and her curiosity was getting the better of her.

  Stay in bed.

  I want to see him.

  Making one final decision, she shoved the blanket off her and padded toward the bathroom. The light was on, and she pushed the door open. The glass of the shower door showed his naked body. His body was smeared because of the style of glass, and she couldn’t make him out.

  The shower shut off, and she knew she should turn away and get back into bed. She couldn’t move. Rose felt rooted to the spot.

  The shower stall opened, and Peter was climbing out. His body was hard, ripped, and made her mouth water. He had several tattoos on his chest and down his body. She saw a love heart painted black and several words she couldn’t understand.

  “Rose,” he said.

  She stared at him surprised. Rose wouldn’t have pictured him with tattoos. Gazing down his body she saw his cock thickening. Peter was getting hard before her very eyes. Licking her lips, she quickly returned her gaze to his.

  He didn’t reach for a towel. They were both stood frozen staring at each other.

  “I’ve never seen a naked man before,” she said, blurting out the words.

  His gaze moved down her body. “Take your nightshirt off.”

  The order left his lips, and Rose stared at him shocked.

  “What?”

  “You’ve seen me. I think it’s fair I see you.”

  “No, I thought you said nothing was going to happen?” she asked, unsure. Her hands itched to do what he asked. Rose always felt the need to please him.

  “Nothing is going to happen. We can get naked without anything happening.”

  She stared into his eyes and lifted the nightshirt over her head. Rose felt her hair graze her buttocks as it fell around her. She wasn’t wearing any panties with her nightshirt.

  “You’re so beautiful,” Peter said.

  “Why did you get tattoos?” she asked.

  “I like the feel of the needle on my skin.” He took a step toward her. She held her ground refusing to back away. “Do you like them?”

  She kept her gaze locked on his. He stepped right up close to her. Licking her lips, Rose glanced down looking at each tattoo.

  “They’re beautiful.”

  “I love them. Touch them,” he said.

  Jerking her gaze back up to his, Rose couldn’t be sure if she’d heard him correctly.

  “You want me to touch you?”

  In answer, he grabbed her hand and placed it on his chest. “I always want you to touch me, Rose. I’ve watched you putting books away, and I couldn’t stop myself from imagining what it would be like to have your hands on my body.”

  Her hand was palm flat on his chest. She felt his heart beating rapidly in his chest.

  “I never knew that,” she said, looking at him.

  He felt warm. His chest was damp from the shower. Peter’s palms covered hers on his chest.

  “Touch me, Rose.”

  His hand moved hers up to his neck. She felt his pulse pounding, and then he brought her hand down to his chest. First one nipple pressed against her palm and then the other. Biting her lip she followed the path of her hand, going down.

  “I’m going to touch you now, okay?” he asked.

  She nodded, not really listening to him. He reached out touching her face. She caressed his abs moving down to grip the hard length of his cock.

  He groaned. “Be careful with that. Light touches are better than not.”

  Rose chuckled.

  His hand moved down to cup her breast in his palm, and she couldn’t remember how to breathe.

  Chapter Eight

  “Breathe, Rose,” Peter said. His hand cupped her mound. Her hard nipple poked against his palm. His cock hardened with renewed need. Rose’s small fist tightened on him. “Loosen your grip, baby.”

  If she held him much tighter she threatened to cut off his circulation.

  “Sorry, I don’t know what I’m doing.”

  Peter smiled. “Don’t worry. I’ll teach you everything you need to know.” Her blue eyes glittered up at him.

  Her chest rose and fell with every indrawn breath she took.

  “Do you like what I’m doing?” he asked.

  “You’re not doing anything.”

  He changed that, stroking her nipple with his finger. She gasped, staring down at where he touched her.

  “It feels nice,” she said. Rose looked up at him, closing her eyes.

  Peter came back to her. He was more than happy to leave tonight with nothing happening between them. Licking his lips, Peter knew he only had so much control. This was not about dominance. He wanted Rose, badly.

  Moving her backwards, Peter turned the light on as he pushed her to the bed. She went back, her hand holding her steady.

  “What’s going on?” she asked.

  He stopped. “Do you want me?”

  “Yes.”

  “If you want me to stop you’ll say so.”

  Her gaze met his. “I will.”

  “Then lean back. Stop me if you get afraid. I’m going to show you how amazing two people can feel together.” He knelt on the bed, following her up.

  She kept looking at his cock and then at his face.

  “Open your legs.”

  Rose did as he asked, opening her thighs. Peter settled between them with his hands going either side of her head.

  “Tell me what you’re feeling right now?” he asked.

  “I’m nervous.”

  “Why?”

  “I’ve never done anythi
ng like this before. I don’t know what’s expected of me.”

  “Are you frightened of me?” he asked, needing to know the answer.

  “I could never be frightened of you, Peter.” Her hand rested on his cheek. She pulled away seconds later. Grabbing her hand in his, Peter pressed her palm against his cheek. Closing his eyes, he relished the sensation, moaning into her palm.

  “I love it when you touch me.” Peter wasn’t lying. His body hummed with desire at the simple touch of her hands. Her voice made him hard. Everything about her made him rock hard.

  “You’re a Dom. How can you settle with me?” she asked.

  He smiled. “I’ve always been a Dom, baby, but I don’t need it. I do it because I enjoy it, but I can live without it.” He’d happily live without it if it meant having Rose by his side. In the last few hours he’d been freed, and he was the person to have put himself in the trap. He did love Laura, but he wasn’t in love with her. For the first time in his life he could be happy, truly happy without fear of not being whole.

  Peter stared down into Rose’s beautiful blue eyes, seeing her feelings written on her face. He truly believed he could be in love with her. She was so beautiful and kind. He loved spending time with her. He loved being around her. She made him a better person by existing.

  “And having you is not settling. I can promise you that.”

  He leaned down, taking her lips under his. “Kiss me back,” he said, breaking contact long enough to speak to her. She moaned, opening her mouth for him. Peter cupped her face, moving his hand down her body. She was so curvy that her body filled his hands perfectly.

  Moving from her lips down, Peter kissed her neck then her collarbone. He kissed his way down to the tops of her breasts. His mouth watered, and then he was sucking on her red-tipped buds.

  Rose cried out, thrusting her hips against him. Pressing a palm to her stomach Peter held her steady.

  “Stay still. I’ll get there soon,” he said.

  She stilled under his touch, staring up at him. Going back to her naked breasts, Peter sucked on one red-tipped nipple before going to the next bud. He changed between each nipple, dividing his attention.

  He pressed both of her breasts together, licking the tips with his tongue. Rose moaned. She kept still as he sucked on her sweet little nipples. Her tits were so large and her nipples so small, but Peter found them addictive. She smelt like strawberries, really luscious and sweet.

  “So perfect.” He rubbed his thumbs against each tight bud. Caressing his hands down her sides, he kissed a path to her full rounded stomach. Even though she’d been withheld food, her curves were still in place. He kissed the bottom of her stomach just above her pubic hair.

  Peter chanced a glance up at her before settling between her thighs. Her legs were wide open, and her feminine scent permeated the air. “Are you ready for me?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  “I’m going to lick your clit and bring you to orgasm, and then I’m going to fuck you, baby. I’ll go gentle.”

  She nodded, staring down at him.

  “Tell me no, and I’ll stop.” Only when he was satisfied she understood his words did he gaze down at her pussy. Her pubic hair covered her outer lips. Peter opened her lips exposing her creamy slit. Rose was turned on, and her clit was glistening in the low light. Her scent grew stronger.

  Her clit was red and swollen begging to be stroked. He watched her response as he pressed a thumb to her aching bud.

  Rose screamed out, sitting up on the bed.

  “It’s okay, baby. I’m touching your clit,” he said.

  She lay back, and he noticed she was shaking a little from his caresses. He touched her lightly, trying to get her used to the small touches of his fingers. Peter watched her responses. Her nipples tightened even more, and her stomach shook. Cream spilled from her body, encouraging his touches.

  When she stopped jerking from the caress of his fingers Peter replaced them with his tongue. He licked in one long stripe over her creamy slit. Circling the nub, Peter teased her relentlessly. He felt her close to the edge, and he pulled away.

  Pinching her nipples between his thumb and finger he increased the pressure watching her writhe in pleasure.

  “Feels so good,” she said, squirming at his touches.

  Peter drew everything out until he finally brought her to her first orgasm. Rose sat up on the bed, crying out, shaking and gripping his hair. He kept up his teases until her first orgasm began to ebb away.

  Wiping her juices from his chin, he moved up the bed, wrapping an arm around her.

  “Wow,” she said, smiling.

  “I take it you’ve never experienced an orgasm before?” he asked.

  “No. That’s my first.”

  Peter felt a huge sweep of possessive pleasure knowing he was going to be the first man to have her.

  He’d be the only man to have her. There was no way he’d be able to share her with another man like William had Daisy.

  “Get ready for many more firsts,” Peter said, kissing her.

  She pulled away licking her lips. “What’s that taste?”

  “It’s your pussy, baby. You’ve got such a nice taste. I’ll be going down on you again.” He stroked her cheek seeing her eyes glistening. “What’s the matter, Rose?” he asked. “You can talk to me about anything.”

  ****

  Rose didn’t know the right words. How did she communicate her thoughts? Her body was humming from the orgasm he’d given her, and he’d mentioned he was going to do it again to her. Was that going to be it? Would tonight be her one and only time with him?

  The thought upset her. She didn’t just want one night with Peter.

  “I guess I was just wondering where we went from here. I mean, I don’t know what the future holds, and we’ve not been together for long. We don’t even know that much about each other.”

  He took her hand, resting it against his very hard, tattooed chest. Peter was warm to the touch. She licked her lips, wondering if he tasted as good as he looked.

  She had to be going insane. There was no other explanation for her sudden need to lick him.

  Get a grip, Rose.

  “We know a lot about each other, Rose. Information and knowledge are overrated. I look forward to getting to know you as we explore this thing between us. Getting to know one another can be the fun part in everything.”

  His hand moved down her body, cupping her breast in his palm.

  “Unless you don’t want to be with me after tonight?” he asked.

  “No, I want to be with you. What about Laura? I don’t know how you can be in love with her for so long and then decide one night you’re not.”

  She heard him sigh. His hands didn’t leave her body. One palm moved down to cup her mound.

  “For a long time I’ve been in love with Laura. I could never have her, and I’ve not even tried to fall for another woman. I’ve never given myself the chance to love someone else. Over time my feelings for Laura have changed. I still love her. She’s my best friend, but she’s not the woman I’m in love with.”

  A finger slipped between her folds, touching her clit.

  “I think I could be falling for you,” he said.

  His honesty surprised her. She’d never expected it at all. Rose stared into his eyes wondering why he was putting himself out there.

  “I think I’m falling for you as well,” she said, wanting to put herself out there for him to catch.

  Peter teased her clit, stroking her nub. They were moving fast, but that was the way she wanted it to be.

  He brought her to another orgasm with his fingers. His touch ignited a new fire within her body. She didn’t know she could feel so much pleasure.

  “You should be wet enough for me now,” he said. “Tell me now if you want me to stop.”

  “I don’t want you to stop.” She needed him to continue. There was no way she was leaving this bed a virgin. Peter was the only person she wanted to be with. He
was the only man she ever thought about.

  He settled between her thighs once again. Peter leaned over, going into the drawer beside the bed. “I’m going to get a condom. I doubt you’re on birth control.”

  “I’m not allowed birth control,” she said.

  “We’ll get you sorted in a few weeks. We can use condoms until then.”

  She watched as he tore open the condom wrapper open, exposing the latex. Her gaze didn’t drift as he rolled the condom over his erect length.

  She saw him grip his cock in his hand seconds before she felt the tip of him rubbing against her pussy.

  Letting out a gasp she felt the tip of him enter her. Both of his arms went either side of her head.

  “Are you ready for this, baby?”

  “Yes.”

  “It will hurt. I’m not going to lie to you. Most women’s first time hurts. I’ll be careful, and you’ll tell me if it hurts.”

  Peter didn’t seem to be asking her a question, and she didn’t respond to his comment. There was no need for her to.

  She was laid out on the bed, exposed for him to do what he wanted.

  He stared into her eyes, and Rose was caught in his gaze. She didn’t want to look away from him. Rose trusted him completely.

  Peter started to move. She didn’t tense up. He slammed inside her in one smooth thrust. The pain took her by surprise. He’d warned her, but she’d not really believed it.

  She cried out, sinking her nails into his arms.

  “I’m sorry,” he said, stroking her body.

  He was so thick, and she felt stretched from his possession.

  “You’re so tight.”

  For several minutes neither of them moved, and only when Rose was ready did she nod for him to continue.

  He pushed deep into her body and then out. Peter kept up a smooth pace taking her deeply. His lips were on hers, his hands brushing up and down her body with every thrust.

  Rose held onto his arms meeting him with ever press of his hips. He was rock hard, and the pain his penetration initially created numbed against all the pleasure she was experiencing.

  Her body became a vessel of his need, and she responded to his touch.

  “This first time I’m not going to last,” Peter said, through gritted teeth. “I want you to come again before I lose it.”