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Christ, she was cute. Fucking shaking, I slid my hand down the front of her pj shorts. Else and Daisy had helped her shower and change before they sorted her wounds when we got here. “You’ll get me, but not until I’ve tasted you.” Her hips lifted, her panted breaths prickling goose bumps across my shoulders and down my arms, my stomach muscles were so fucking tight they were close to cramping.

She wriggled her hands free and weakly tried to shove her shorts down for me.

I grabbed her wrists again and held them more firmly. I wanted her hands on me badly, but just the warmth of her touch was enough to snap my control. Touch was still overwhelming at times, but not in a bad way, not with Jasmine. I shook my head and chuckled when she growled again. “You’re injured, butterfly. You have to promise you’ll stay still and not hurt yourself, or we can’t do this.”

“I’ll stay still,” she said in that same breathy, husky voice, and my cock throbbed harder. “Now, take my damn shorts off.”

I grinned. “As you wish.” I carefully peeled them down her legs, stopping at her knees.

“Ren,” she gritted out.

“Can’t get them any lower than that without hurting you or messing with the bandages.” Else said Jasmine had to be extremely careful for the next two days, no bumping them or fucking with the dressings. I slid my hand up the side of her pj top, over her ribs. Goose bumps lifted across her skin, and her stomach trembled. “But I can work with you like this. Trust me.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck, looking into my eyes. “I do, with every part of me.”

I kissed her again deeply, then fucking shaking, I curled my hand around one of her breasts, squeezing. I played with her nipple as my tongue slid over hers, kissing her over and over again, small sips of her perfect lips, then devouring her with the full force of my hunger.

The scent of her pussy was driving me to madness. Trailing kisses across her jaw and down her throat, I sucked her tender flesh, marking her skin, and as I slid my hand down her belly, her legs parted as far as they could, which wasn’t far. Her hips rolled, and I growled, fighting with my hunger for her, barely stopping myself from tearing the shorts from her body completely.

I gave her what she wanted, what I needed. I covered her slick pussy with my hand and slid my middle finger along her slit, pressing deep. She whimpered, and I circled her tight opening, teasing us both before gliding higher. She gripped my forearms, her nails digging in. Her lids were heavy, her lips swollen and parted, and when she bit the lower one and rolled her hips against my hand, I almost came in my fucking jeans.

“You close already, baby?”

“Yeah.”

I jerked her top up with my other hand and yanked down the cups of her bra, then sucked a tight little nipple into my mouth as I slid two fingers deep inside her. Jaz fisted my hair with a cry. I fucked her with my fingers, while I worked her clit with my thumb. She tightened around me, and I lifted my head to watch.

She sucked in a breath, then screamed.

Oh fuck. Her pussy felt so good clamping down on my fingers. She was so fucking gorgeous straining for me, her beautiful eyes dazed and heavy with desire. When she quieted, I kissed her again while I tugged my jeans open and shoved them off, my cock was so hard I couldn’t take it any longer.

“Roll to your side, baby,” I said, helping her so her gorgeous round ass was aimed at me. I wanted to slide inside her so badly, but I wanted her taste on my tongue as well. Getting off the bed, I kneeled beside it, gripped her ass, spreading her, and dragged my tongue along her pussy from behind, groaning.

She pushed back against me, wanting more, and I gave it to her. I wanted to spread her legs wide so badly, but I wouldn’t risk jostling her and hurting her, and I doubted she had the strength right then to do much more than lie there and let me pleasure her, which was more than fine with me. I sucked and licked her until she was dripping and rocking and begging me to fuck her.

I had decent self-control, but not now, and never with Jasmine. She destroyed me with a fucking look, broke me down with a plea. I was hers to command. I wanted to worship her for the rest of our lives.

She sobbed. “Please, Ren. Please.”

“Shhh, butterfly, I’m gonna take care of you.” I got up on the bed, and she tried to roll to her back, but I stopped her, keeping her on her side. She watched as I fisted my cock, then gripping one of her ass cheeks, I held her wide and slid the head through the center of her soaking pussy lips. “In this position, it’s gonna feel like too much at first, so I’m gonna need to take it slow.”

She bit her lip and nodded, her cheeks dark, her chest rising and falling fast.

I tilted my hips forward, the head sliding in. Her hand shot back, and she grabbed my thigh, her nails digging in. I leaned over her, holding the side of her face. She looked up at me, a sob falling from her lips as I slid in another inch. I gritted my teeth, holding myself back when all I wanted to do was thrust inside her to the root and claim her, bite her.

“Okay?” My voice was nothing but a growl.

“Y-yeah.”

“Not too much?” I slid in another inch, then back.

She whimpered, and her eyes fucking dazed. “Yes, but I…I like it. Oh goddess…please. I want it.”

She was killing me. “You want more, mate, I’ll give it to you. You want your male to claim you, don’t you, Jasmine?” I snarled, snapping the words, animal instinct taking over. “You want your male to make you his.”

“Yes, do it. Make me yours.”

There was no stopping me now, now that I had her in my arms, now that I was finally back inside her, now that she loved me again. I slid in deep, planting myself fully inside her, and she turned from me, crying out. I needed to see her face when I claimed her, so I gripped her chin so she couldn’t look away, making her look at me, then I started moving, unable to go easy or slow.