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“PYRCE!” I shout as his tongue flicks over my clit.

My legs shake on either side of his head. He wraps his hands around them, keeping them pinned in place as he devours me.

He moans like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted, and I clench as he licks lower, his tongue circling my virgin opening.

“I’ve never—I haven’t—” I gasp, trying to tell him that I’m a virgin.

“I know. I haven’t either. We’ll be each other’s firsts. Only,” he corrects.

I shiver, my body coiling tighter at his words.

He licks back up, his tongue circling my clit before he flicks it with his tongue. When he sucks the little pearl into his mouth, my hips jerk against his face, and his name comes out garbled as I fall over the edge.

“Pyrce! Oh my god!”

My fingers tangle in the sheets, and I can only hold on, trying to anchor myself as I fall apart beneath him.

“Mine,” he growls against my damp flesh.

I nod wordlessly as I suck in a deep breath. “Yours. Just yours. All yours,” I ramble as he kisses his way back up my body.

The tip of his cock presses against my pussy. I hold his gaze as he pauses above me.

“Ready?” He studies my face like he’s trying to imprint this moment into his memory.

I instinctively tilt my head to the side. His sharp teeth graze my skin at the base of my neck.

“Do it,” I whisper. “Mark me. Make me yours.”

“Angel,” he groans.

Then I feel it.

The sharp sting of his teeth sinking into my flesh makes me jolt beneath him. He thrusts forward, burying his cock inside me at the same time. I cry out his name as I come again.

My body is so sensitive, all my nerve endings firing at once as he licks the bite mark to seal the wound. I shudder, and he remains totally still, giving me time to adjust to being stuffed full.

To being his.

When I turn my head to look at him, his eyes are glowing, filled with so much emotion that my breath stalls in my lungs.

“Pyrce,” I say softly, cupping his face.

He smiles, turning his head to kiss my palm. “Mate.”

He moves slowly, pulling his hips back and pushing forward again, letting me adjust to his size and the way he stretches me.

“You feel so good,” I tell him, my hips rising to meet his thrusts.

Pyrce kisses his bite mark. “I love you, Elsie.”

“I love you too,” I whisper.

I cling to him as our pace picks up. We move together in perfect sync, racing toward our peaks.

“Need to feel you come on my cock,” he grits out as he slams into me.

“I’m close,” I warn.