Page 192 of The Fifth Heir

“I want this.” I touched his chest. “I’ve simply never—”

His entire body went still. “Never?”

I shook my head.

“We don’t have to do this tonight.”

“I know.”

“We can stop here.”

“I know.”

“There is no shame in waiting.”

“Torren.” I caught his face between my hands. “I am not asking your permission to wait. I am asking you to be my first.”

Something fierce and tender moved through his expression.

“You’re certain?”

“Yes.”

He reached for the drawer beside the bed and found the academy-issued prevention draughts we had all pretended not to notice during the tour. He checked the seal before handing one to me.

Once I had swallowed it, Torren returned to the bed.

Torren settled between my thighs.

He guided the head of his cock through my wetness but did not push inside.

“Say yes again.”

“Yes.”

He entered me slowly.

The stretch bordered on pain before my body adjusted. Torren stopped halfway, his forehead pressed against mine.

“Breathe.”

“I am.”

“Not enough.”

I matched his breath as I had on the terrace.

My body softened.

He pushed deeper.

When he was fully inside, neither of us moved.

The fullness made every pulse of his cock distinct. I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him closer.

“Now,” I said.

Torren withdrew and thrust back into me.