Are you a virgin (18+)
Ava’s POV
"I want to take a bath," Raphael said, his voice a cool command that left no room for argument. He moved towards the end of the room, where a doorway led to a staircase. As he descended, the steps illuminated with a soft, glowing light, casting flickering shadows across the walls. The sight was mesmerizing, like something out of a dream.
I stood at the entrance, hesitating, as I took in the magical ambiance around me. The room was like nothing I’d ever seen, a warm, misty haven that seemed to radiate comfort and luxury. Steam rose from a spring-like pool at the bottom, the air thick with the scent of exotic herbs and rich earth.
Magic, I mused to myself, my thoughts wandering.
“Yes, it is,” Maya responded, her voice a soft purr in my mind. “Did you see how the water came about?”
“No,” I whispered back, my curiosity piqued, but my focus was pulled away by the soft glow of the room.
“Are you not curious?” Maya asked, her tone playful.
“I am,” I admitted, a small smile tugging at my lips.
“Me too,” she replied, before falling silent again, letting me absorb the scene before me.
As my eyes wandered, they caught sight of Raphael at the pool's edge. He was undressing, his movements fluid and unhurried. I quickly averted my gaze, heat rushing to my cheeks. My heart pounded in my chest, a steady rhythm that echoed in my ears. I knew I should leave, give him the privacy he deserved, but something held me in place.
“Come here,” Raphael’s voice reverberated through the space, stopping me mid-step. It wasn’t a request; it was an order, one that made my pulse quicken with something I couldn’t quite name.
I hesitated for only a moment before descending the stairs, my steps tentative, my eyes fixed on the floor. As I approached him, I kept my gaze lowered, trying to maintain some semblance of decorum.
“Wash and massage me,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for an argument.
My breath caught in my throat, but I nodded, silently picking up the washcloth. I began to work, my hands trembling slightly as I washed his broad shoulders, carefully avoiding any intimate areas. The tension in the room was noticeable, thick enough to taste, and it made my heart race faster than a thousand machines.
As I massaged his muscles, I felt him begin to relax under my touch. His eyes remained closed, his breathing deep and steady. For a moment, I allowed myself to relax as well, focusing on the feel of his skin beneath my fingers, the way his muscles eased under my hands.
He was built like a warrior, all hard lines and strength, a stark contrast to the softness I was accustomed to. Landon could never be like this, so powerful, so… commanding.
I risked a glance at his face, and my breath hitched when I noticed how peaceful he looked, as though he was truly at peace. I continued my ministrations, my hands moving over his biceps, feeling the ripple of his muscles beneath my touch. But as I worked, my eyes wandered lower, and that’s when I noticed the bulge.
His body was responding to my touch, a sign of the effect I was having on him. My face burned, and I quickly looked away, trying to ignore the warmth pooling in my belly. This was wrong, wasn’t it? I wasn’t supposed to feel this way, I wasn't supposed to react to him like this.
“Don’t stop,” Raphael’s voice broke through my thoughts, his tone firm. I jumped slightly, surprised that he wasn’t asleep, as I’d assumed.
My hands trembled as I continued, my movements more careful now, more aware of the charged atmosphere between us. His gaze was heavy on me, watching every move I made, and I could feel the intensity of it, like a physical weight pressing down on me.
His member grew thicker, each breath I took felt harder, the tension building between us, electric and undeniable. I couldn’t deny the way my body responded to his, the way his presence seemed to want to consume me. I was drawn to him in a way I couldn’t understand, couldn’t control.
Finally, I tried to step back, needing space to breathe, but his voice stopped me once again.
“Stay right there,” he ordered, his voice low, almost a growl.
I froze, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. My face flushed with embarrassment, my body betraying me in ways I couldn’t explain. The room seemed to shrink around us, leaving just the two of us, locked in a moment that felt suspended in time.
“I can smell you,” he murmured, his voice sending shivers down my spine. Before I could react, his hand moved, brushing against my thigh, then slipping under the fabric of my dress.
My king…” I said in a low, needy voice, I didn't know belonged to me.
“Stay right there. Bended like that.” He growled and he took a deep breath. As if inhaling my scent in.
I gasped, the sensation overwhelming, my breath catching in my throat. I felt a rush of warmth between my legs, and I bit my lip, trying to stifle the sounds that threatened to escape. This was madness, pure madness, but I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. I was caught in the storm that was Raphael, lost in the heat of his hands.
“You smell good,” he said, his voice rough, filled with something primal. His fingers caressed against my opening after he pushed my pants aside. I couldn't stop the wanton moan that came out of my mouth.
“Please…” The word slipped out before I could stop it, my voice trembling.
“Patience, Ava,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “Just… patience.” he cooed into my ear.
He guided my hand to him, showing me how to touch him, how to follow the rhythm he set. Every gasp, every groan from him was a jolt to my system, making my heart race faster, my breath come quicker.
“You are a virgin, my cherry,” he murmured,in between groans of pleasure, I didn't know a man’s moans could turn someone on until now. I liked hearing his voice and knowing, I am the reason, he is sounding that way.
“I am never letting you go,” he growled, his words a promise and a threat all at once.
My mind was a blur, everything about this moment so overwhelming, so intense. His touch, his words, the way he touched and looked at me, as though I was the only thing that mattered, it all crashed over me like a wave, pulling me under, drowning me in sensation. All I wanted was more of his touch.
He kept rubbing on my most sensitive spot, driving me mad with pleasure. He would slow down as if to tease me and then pick his pace again and I did the same to him.
Suddenly, he added another finger to the ones inside me already and I moaned with pleasure and shock. I felt so full.
He moved his hand again, and I couldn’t stop the sounds that escaped me, couldn’t hold back the pleasure that coursed through me with every touch.
“Do you like this?” he asked, his voice dangerously low. “Tell me.”
“Yes… Raphael,” I managed to gasp, the words barely more than a whisper.
He smiled, a dark, satisfied smile that sent a shock-waves of sensation through me.
“Good girl,” he said, his voice laced with approval.
But before anything more could happen, a sharp knock sounded at the door, shattering the moment like glass.
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