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We both move, lips meeting in the middle in a passionate embrace. What begins slowly, quickly builds into a fiery blaze. When Cordelya moans my name again, a growl slips free. Every sound reinforces that voice in my head that says Mate.

My cock throbs painfully behind my shorts, weeping precum.

“Let me touch you, Moonlight?” I ask between heated kisses.

“Please,” she all but begs.

My hand travels down her throat to cup one generous breast, savoring the way she arches her back into my touch. I roll her nipple until a stiff peak forms below the material of her shirt, and she whimpers beneath me.

I release her breast and shift my position so that I’m able to repeat my ministrations on her other breast. Every moan, every gasp of breath, fuels my growing need for her.

Slow. Her pleasure comes first. She comes first.

Her breathing hitches as I move down her body to suck a sensitive bud through her shirt.

“Auggie.”

I raise my head to meet her eyes, hunger burning like wildfire in my veins.

“Let me taste you,” I groan in desperation.

“I…”

I come to a full stop, crawling up her body so I kiss her gently. When I gaze into her eyes, I see uncertainty lurking beneath her desire.

“Talk to me, Cordelya.”

She chews her bottom lip, darting her eyes away from me.

“I just. I mean I’ve never. No one has ever.” She stumbles over fragmented sentences, a deep red flush coloring her cheeks.

“Moonlight, no one has ever tasted you before?” I ask.

She shakes her head.

“If you don’t want to⁠—”

“No, I do,” she rushes, “I’m just…nervous. But I want to.”

“Are you sure?”

She releases a shaking breath before replying, “Yes.”

I kiss her again before sliding back down her body, kneeling between her spread legs.

My chest tightens as a wave of emotions washes over me. The way that she’s trusting me, giving her body to me to pleasure…it’s nothing short of a gift. A gift I will treasure for the rest of my life. A gift she won’t regret giving me.

“I’ll go slow, Moonlight. If you don’t like it, if you want me to stop, tell me, and we’ll stop.”

“Okay.”

I place my hands on her hips, hooking my fingers on the hem of her shorts.

“Okay?” I ask.

“Okay,” she responds, breathily.

“Lift up for me.”