CHAPTER 60: FIRST TIME

Nathan’s POV

I looked at her but couldn’t see her face properly because she had put out the lights. "Should I put on the lights?" I asked, and she whispered a soft yes. Slowly, I reached for the switch, flicked it on, and then I held her gaze as I looked deep into her eyes, searching for any sign of resistance or fear but there was none. Instead, her eyes were dark pools of want, brimming with pure desire for me.

"Please don’t have a change of heart," she pleaded, her voice trembling, and a sinful smirk curving at the corner of my lips. There was no way I was going to change my mind not when she looked this irresistible.

"I won’t..." I murmured, leaning in until my lips hovered an inch from hers, so close I could feel the trembling warmth of her breath against my mouth but I didn’t kiss her yet.

Her eyes clung to mine as she nervously darted her tongue across her lips, and that tiny gesture shattered every bit of my restraint. A low growl rumbled in my chest as I slammed my mouth onto hers. A gasp escaped her as her lips parted for me, letting my tongue slide in and claim her sweet taste.

Hungrily, I deepened the kiss, savoring the way her soft moans vibrated into me while her arms wrapped tight around my neck. Normally, I never let anyone hold me like this — I was always the one in control, always dominant, always untouchable — but with Hailee, every rule I’d set for myself crumbled like ash.

I kissed her harder, devouring her moans and soft whimpers, letting her lips fuel the wildfire racing through my veins. With a rough grunt, I tore my mouth from hers and buried my face in the crook of her neck, dragging my teeth gently across her delicate skin before nipping at it hard enough to leave my mark. Her breath hitched and her back arched against the bed, her fingers clutching my shoulders like she’d fall apart if she let go.

Satisfied with the bruise I’d branded on her neck, I trailed hot kisses over her collarbone, down to her bare shoulder, and then to the swell of her breasts. My left hand closed over one of her soft, rounded breasts, drawing a needy moan from her as her eyes fluttered shut. She wasn’t wearing a bra — which made it even easier for my fingers to sink into her warmth and softness.

My other hand slipped to her other breast, squeezing gently until she gasped, her back bowing as pleasure tore through her. Her moans were like gasoline on a flame — I wanted more.

I pressed a line of kisses down her cleavage before tugging her nightshirt up, baring the delicate skin of her flat stomach. I kissed every inch of her smooth belly, tasting her, worshipping her. Then I lifted my head and found her eyes again.

The hunger in her gaze almost undid me her pupils blown wide, her lips swollen and glistening from my kisses. I couldn’t stop the raw groan that rumbled through my chest as I crashed my mouth back onto hers, stealing another kiss that left us both breathless. She moaned into my mouth, tangling her fingers in my hair while my body hardened painfully against her thigh.

Breaking the kiss with a husky growl, I gently sat her up, and she obediently lifted her arms. I peeled her nightdress off her, leaving her in only her sweatpants. When she realized her bare breasts were completely exposed to me, she flushed and tried to cover herself, pressing her chest shyly against mine.

A slow grin spread across my face as I took in how sweetly innocent she looked. I could tell this was probably the first time she’d ever undressed in front of someone like this.

"Never been completely naked in front of a man before?" I whispered, my lips brushing against her ear.

She nodded shyly, her breath hitching just a little.

Silence hummed around us, thick with desire, as I traced circles on her bare back. "Do you want me to stop?" I murmured against her hair, my voice strained with barely controlled need.

She shook her head quickly, her voice trembling. "Please don’t stop... daddy."

That word. Daddy. It tore a raw, guttural sound from my throat.

I pulled her back, making her sit up straight so her gorgeous breasts were displayed to me again. A wicked groan escaped my lips as I drank in the sight of her — so sweet and perfect and mine.

"You look so fucking perfect," I breathed, my eyes devouring her flushed skin, the way her nipples pebbled under my stare. She bit her lip and tried to look away but I caught her chin and forced her eyes back to mine.

"Don’t be shy... it’s just me, daddy’s got you."

She nodded, breathless.

I grabbed her breasts with both hands, kneading the soft mounds, rolling her nipples between my fingers while her eyes fluttered shut and her head fell back, mouth parting in a sinful sigh.

I couldn’t wait anymore. I lowered my mouth to one perfect breast and sucked the tight bud between my lips, earning a broken cry from her as she tugged at my hair. My free hand teased her other nipple, pinching and rolling it until she writhed under me, her body begging for more.

I released her breast with a wet pop and kissed my way down her stomach, trailing my tongue over her trembling belly until I reached the waistband of her sweatpants. I hooked my fingers in them and dragged them down to her knees, revealing smooth bare skin — and the sweet surprise that she wasn’t wearing any panties underneath.

Her glistening, neatly shaved pussy was right there in front of me, and the sight alone made my cock throb painfully against my zipper. She squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment, her thighs twitching, but I only smirked at her bashfulness.

I tossed the sweatpants aside and settled between her thighs, leaning down to inhale her intoxicating scent. A primal growl rumbled in my chest as I pressed my mouth just above her slit, letting my warm breath ghost over her swollen folds.

"Fuck..." I rasped, lifting my eyes to hers. Her lashes fluttered as she peeked down at me, her cheeks flushed crimson.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked one last time, needing to hear her say it — or not say it.

She shook her head, a shy smile curving her lips as she whispered, "Please don’t stop, daddy..."

Her voice, that word, the look in her eyes — it wrecked me.

And I had no intention of stopping now.