CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Lorenzo's eyes widened, and he sucked in a surprised breath.
Then, slowly, the corners of his lips lifted upward. He grinned at Natasha wickedly before answering.
"You are about to have your first orgasm, Natasha," he said in a husky voice. "Trust me. Just let go. Don't fight it. It will be the most wonderful thing you have ever felt."
She shook her head and tried to move away, but Lorenzo quickly wrapped his arm around her waist, refusing to let me go. She has never felt anything this good and soothing. No, it was overwhelming but welcoming. Her thoughts were at peace.
Nothing was coherent to her. Not the mission. Not Luca. At this moment, the bliss Lorenzo was bringing to her was the only existence that mattered.
Still keeping his eyes on her, he rubbed his thumb over her clit once before slowly pushing inside, just enough to fill her but deep to break her hymen. Natasha tensed around him and then moaned, her eyes slowly closing in pleasure.