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A loud purr turns my words into a moan.

His cock vibrates with the rest of him.

“It will fit.” Vameer’s lips brush mine. “Because our bodies were made to fit.”

He pushes in another inch. And another. And… gods, I don’t know how it’s possible to take so much.

My muscles tense around him.

It’s too thick. Too long.

But I need all of him.

My insides warm. Like his cock is heating me from the inside.

Like my insides are heating to mold around the shape of him.

He pulls out. Just a little.

I whimper.

“Relax.”

“I can’t,” I choke out.

I feel almost drunk. Like I’m on the verge of blacking out.

And it doesn’t hurt. Nothing about this hurts. But I can’t drop the fear of pain long enough to let him in.

“Do you want my help?”

I nod, looking into his eyes. “Please.”

“My perfect Rune.” His lids lower. “I will not hurt you. But I will fill you.”

Then he growls. Loud and low.

My head turns to the side.

My legs drop open.

I relax.

And Vameer shoves his entire length inside me.

My pussy stretches.

My insides move.

He’s the perfect fit.

Emotion overtakes me, and I wrap my arms around Vameer’s neck as he pants against my temple.

Then he moves.

His hips pull back. Slam forward.

He thrusts in and out.