SEX WITH THE VIRGIN MAID by KIARI HORSFALL

Untouched!

Hera touched his cheeks with her hands. A small smile playing on her lips. "I want you too Bryce. I want to make love with you too." She answered, leaving him speechless and at a loss for words.

As she stared back at those eyes that was fixed on her face, she couldn't muster a single regret or mortification about her decision. Bryce knew that she was vulnerable at that point and had all the time in the world to take advantage of her but still, he didn't. Normally, when a woman goes out of her way to say such words to him, it makes it easier for him to jump at the opportunity and do whatever he wanted without a single care in the world but he didn't. Instead, he was waiting.

That was the only thing it took for his eyes to become crystal clear. Max was right all along. He had always loved this woman and wanted to be more than friends with her. This was the very first time he wanted something more than what he usually had. He knew that for a fact because he had met different women all his life. He had slept with a lot of them too but nothing would compare to this very moment.

Bryce stood up from the couch and graciously lifted her into his arms as though she weighed nothing. "Hey, put me down, what are you doing? I'm going to fall Bryce." Hera gasped out, startled at his sudden move.

He would've laughed it off if he wasn't so sexually tensed. Did she think that he would drop her? It sounded as hilarious as he had heard it. "Relax Hera, you weigh no more than the hairs on my head."

She wanted to protest to that statement but he stopped whatever she wanted to say when he kissed her. He delved in, mating with her tongue. She forgot everything she wanted to say and then, her back touched the bed. It took her a few minutes to realize that she wasn't on her side of the bedroom, this was his side. His scent was everywhere so it was quite hard to miss.

Bryce kissed her full on the lips. His mouth hardened, became hot and determined, compelling her to respond to him, urging her on. Tongues of fire raced along her skin. Every nerve ending came alive. Her blood boiled with need that she couldn't understand. Her body craved, ached, until her arms crept around his neck and her body came in close contact with his.

Hera could feel the coolness of the sheets against her back as he pressed her into the mattress. He unbuttoned her Pajamas top, swept it away without a care in the world and ot dropped carelessly on the floor.

She couldn't resist the urge, her hands came up immediately and covered her breasts as much as she could. Her eyes casted down, shy and embarrassed.

for her eyes to meet his compelling ones. "Hey, you don't have to be embarrassed, Hera.

husky and deep gutteral sound escaped his throat. He has never seen anything so beautiful. She was beautiful. "You are beautiful Hera." He murmured out

full breasts were rounded and high, her rosy nipples pointed straight at him, begging for his mouth and attention. He was already as hard as a granite, but he took extra care not to allow that part of him touch her body and frighten her. She was still so very new at this and he didn't want to scare her further

hers again while his hands trailed over her skin from her shoulders, over the swell of her breasts. He cupped it, it was more than

his eyes down to the pit of his stomach. He bent his head slowly to her breast, his breath reached her skin

slightly under his seeking mouth, all at once so sensitive. Even the brush of his hair was

litany in his head. A poem that he was suddenly being compelled to memorize as though his life depended on it. He was determined to go slow, stay in control, hold his

now, right here, it's not about him. It's all about this little woman straddled underneath

never felt the way he was feeling now for any woman he took to bed. It had always been about sex. Rough, hard and banging kind of sex. He had never cared about a

with an

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had ever

He adored her instant response to his slightest touch. She was the most responsive

stirred a man's senses, but none of them had made him tremble with need. Only Hera could

his mouth and nipping at her with careful provocation. Soon, not only her back was arched toward him in a silent demand for more but her pelvis was tilting up toward him with the same fierce

cried out again. Her

teasing, his teeth scrapping gently while he kneaded the other breast with his hand. She whimpered, the sound choking on her throat, arousing him so much that he had to remind himself to be gentle and not tear her apart like he wanted to. He kept on until she was burning in