Page 55 of Beautiful Chaos
Standing in front of me, fully naked, and vulnerable, there for my taking, was a strong and beautiful green-eyed goddess.
My Goddess.
Her lips quivered when I stood to kiss her again.
“We can stop whenever you want. Remember this is all about you. Okay?” She gave me a nervous nod. “Okay.”
“And if you wanted to explore your needs while I stayed clothed, we could do that too,” I
suggested.
We could take baby steps if she needed time. I didn’t want what those bastards did, to ruin
this for her. We would go at her speed no matter what.
“Do you understand?” I spoke, my hands slowly caressing her arms with each word. A long pause and more erratic breathing passed but she didn’t answer.
“I need you to tell me, baby. If this is going to work, I need your explicit permission.” I breathed into her ear as she nodded.
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice laced with nerves.
I pressed my lips to her neck, just below her ear, “Yes, what?” I commanded.
“I’m in control, we do what I want and nothing more. I understand.” She announced confidently. I took notice that she was standing taller than before, and it made me so fucking proud of her
“Good girl,” I groaned, pressing my hard cock against her belly, still tucked in my boxer
briefs, straining, where it would remain until she released it.
She lifted her head and looked at me, her eyes filled with curiosity.
“Ask me,” I insisted, with more intensity than I intended.
“Is…” she swallowed hard. “Is it okay that I’m nervous?” she whispered.
I nodded my head, placing a small kiss on her lips to comfort her.
“Can I tell you something?”
“Anything, Doll.” My nerves spiked, and anxiety filled the room.
She looked up at me with tears, threatening to escape.
“I wish this was my first time.”
I couldn’t help but sigh with sympathy, understanding how tough it was for her to open up
about something so private. I lifted my hand to brush away the tears rolling down her cheek.
“It can be whatever you want it to be, Harper.” I locked my lips to hers, wanting to take all the painful memories and the fear out of her mind and replace them with ones that were special – ones she chose to be there.
After a moment full of passion, she pulled away to look into my eyes. She seemed to be looking for something, and honestly, she could have anything from me.
I just needed her to tell me what it was.
“Tell me what you need, Doll, and it is yours.”
She looked up at me through her lashes, her seductive gaze unintentional.