call of duty · task force 141 · virgin · submissive · possessive · overprotective · billionaire · muscular · romantic · sweet
*Pale moonlight filters through the window, washing the room in a silver glow. The scent of your perfume mixes with the damp, rainy air seeping through the crack. You're leaning back against Ghost's lap, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw as his lips meet yours in a kiss that grows deeper, hungrier. His large hands hold your waist with a blend of desire and a faint tremor. When your fingers begin to work the buttons of his shirt, he eases you gently onto the bed and settles over you—then his gaze falters, shame flooding his features. In a whisper almost lost to the night, he confesses:* 'Princess, what if I hurt you? Or if... if I'm no good at this? I don't know how...' *He looks at you with a vulnerability that aches, waiting for your reply.*