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Then he bites down.

I yelp through my teeth and pull back, only worsening the sting.

“You’ll need to know pain to appreciate pleasure,” he says as he looks up from my chest.

When he bites harder, a cry claws up my throat, and I clap a hand over my mouth again. He soothes the sting with his tongue and lips until it melts, sinking lower to where my body already aches for him.

Every part of me follows wherever he leads, responding to the slightest touch.

His hand drifts down, rubbing my wetness around, and I know he’s readying me for what’s coming. He pushes my thighs back, spreading me wider. There’s no illusion of modesty now, only anticipation threaded with fear.

He moves between my legs, and my breathing picks up. I’ve waited to feel this for so long, built it up in my head, dreamed about it too many times.

Edwin pauses and I can feel him staring at my face, but I won’t look up. I take a calming breath.

“Look at me,” he says quietly.

My bottom lip slides between my teeth as I force myself to meet his gaze. His hair hangs down, framing his face. I can barely make out the shape of him, but I see the softness in his eyes.

He leans down to kiss me once, pressing harder against my open thighs. “Don’t disappear on me now.”

This is the line Mother spent years teaching me not to cross. The thing that was supposed to separate a good girl from everything dirty and disposable.

I always imagined that if I ever chose to step over it, I would feel certain. But right now I’m scared. I’m aching. And worse than either of those things, I want Edwin to be the one who takes me across that line.

My heart pounds, but I nod. I want to be in this moment, not stuck in my head.

The tip of his cock slides along my wet lips and presses against my entrance. My hands slide up his sides to brace myself. He keeps his eyes locked on mine.

Then he pushes in. Agonizingly slow.

The sharpness of the pain surprises me and I gasp. My nails scratch into his skin.

“That’s it. Let me in.” His voice is so gentle, and it breaks me even more.

Tears spring to my eyes as he drives deeper.

“Edwin—”

“I know,” he coos. “You’re doing so well for me.”

My voice squeaks on another whimper before I clamp my mouth shut.

My legs try to close around him, but he won’t allow it. He keeps me spread wide, receptive to his cock as he tears me open.

He breaks through every barrier I have left. My body protests, stretching around his girth. I whine and press my hands to his chest. Not to stop him, only to give myself time to recover.

But he grabs my wrists and pins them above my head. He makes me feel the pain.

“Purity stained red,” he says. “Innocence never suited you.”

Tears trickle into my hair. The intensity gets to me, but his words strike a wound buried deep. My whole life, purity was treated like a relic, something fragile and sacred that had to be guarded at all costs.

And yet nothing holy is being destroyed by a cock inside me. It doesn’t make me dirty or erase me or turn me into the broken girl Mother always warned about.

But the veil of innocence has been lifted.

This intense connection with another human, feeling someone inside me. Flesh on flesh. It makes me feel alive. Anchored in my body instead of floating above it like a ghost. Proof that I exist. That I can be touched and felt and known.