I was the untouched girl in a tower of my own making. Sheltered skin, untouched lips, a virginity clutched like the last deed to my family's fading estate. Isolation was my armor. Desire? A forbidden whisper I'd never dared voice.
But the shadows in that hidden attic demanded more. Dust motes danced in slanted light as desperation drove me to him - the stranger with gravel-rough voice and hands that lingered too long on forgotten crates. He promised to help unearth the secrets that could save it all. His sarcasm bit like temptation. "Fight me if you want," he'd murmur, eyes devouring my defiance. I should have run. Instead, I burned.
Our searches twisted into something feral. Sweat glistened on skin tangled beneath flickering rafters, his body pinning mine against splintered beams. Whispers turned to gasps by the crackling firelight downstairs, confessions spilling like wine. Laughter echoed off sun-warmed kitchen counters, slick with the spill of playful hunger I'd never known. He teased my trembling edges until I begged - bold, broken, alive for the first time. Innocence shattered under his weight, my body yielding to the ruin I'd craved in secret.
He became my anchor. My saboteur. Every stolen touch forged trust even as it threatened to consume us. The estate hangs by whispers of proof. My control? Already cracked. Him? The man who claimed me, body and breath. What if the passion that awakened me destroys the legacy I'm fighting for?
A full-length virgin first time innocence defloration erotic romance featuring a desperate untouched heiress and her teasing shadowy temptor.
