Everything Forbidden by Jess Michaels

and encountered the barrier of her body. So she hadn’t been lying. No other man had ever claimed her like this. All her innocence was real, just as her hot desire and tempting abilities were natural.
    “God, I am going to enjoy teaching you,” he murmured before he caught her mouth for another kiss, this time gentle.
    She relaxed as he nibbled on her lower lip, sucked her tongue slowly. When she sighed with pleasure, he surged forward and broke the last barrier of her innocence.
    Miranda stiffened, arching up in his arms with a gasp of pain. Though his cock was actually pulsing with desire, Ethan held perfectly still as she acclimated to the new feeling of his erection buried to the hilt inside her.
    “I’m sorry,” he murmured into her hair.
    “No,” she shook her head as she rested her forehead against his shoulder. “It’s better now. Just…full.”
    She wiggled a little, squeezing him experimentally.
    Ethan growled with the pleasure that shot up the length of his erection and tightened his balls. If she wasn’t careful, she’d end up getting fucked and fucked hard this first time.
    “Don’t play games,” he whispered as he swiveled his hips gently.
    She pulled back and met his eyes with a decidedly wicked smile. “You like games, Ethan.”
    “Oh, yes, I do,” he admitted as he swirled his hips a second time. “And by the time I am through with you, so will you.”
    He cupped her harder against him and thrust forward, driving into her with as much gentleness as he could muster when her pussy was already starting to flutter with the first hints of the release about to come. She clenched at his shoulders as he thrust, digging in her nails and giving little mewls of satisfaction as he took her.
    Every time he drove forward it was like pleasurable torture. A balancing act where he tried to remain steady for her sake, even as his own body screamed for rough and wild claiming. He had never struggled with his own pleasure so keenly. Normally, he could set aside his needs to give his partner her release first. But with Miranda, he wanted to be rough and selfish.
    But the fact that it was her first time kept him from surrendering to those base desires. He swirled his hips to be sure to stroke her clit with every movement. Her breaths came harsher now, harder and her hands dug deeper into his shoulders. She was trying to match his driving cock with her own hips, squeezing and lifting against him each time.
    Finally, her eyes rolled back and she let out a gasping, keening cry that echoed in the room around them. Her body exploded in a mass of shaking, trembling, clenching heat that drove him over the edge of control into madness. He couldn’t stop himself anymore. He pounded through her orgasm, reveling in the tightening of his balls, the building dam of pleasure that made everything that much sweeter, that much sharper.
    With a roar of possession, he drove deep into her and came before he collapsed into her embrace.

Four
    Miranda lay in Ethan’s arms, half on and half off the settee, their panting breaths mingling in the quiet room. Now that the trembling of her body had subsided and her heart rate was returning to normal, she could finally comprehend what had just occurred.
    She had surrendered her innocence, that commodity she had, from an early age, been taught was her only bargaining chip. And she’d given it to Ethan Hamon, the only man she’d ever fantasized about.
    Did she regret the choice? No. It had been as powerful and pleasurable and life-altering as she had always dreamed it would be.
    She stretched against his chest with a smile before she tilted her face up to look at him. His head rested on the arm of the settee and he was staring up at the ceiling with an unreadable expression.
    “Is it always like that?” she asked quietly, studying the strong line of his jaw.
    His lips thinned and he jerked his gaze down to hers. With a quiet curse, he maneuvered away from her body and got to his feet.