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“And you have,” I said faintly.

“Not enough.” One hand slipped down the front of my body and stroked my clit. I inhaled sharply.

“Have you ever been fucked, Florence?”

“What?” I gasped.

“Fucked.” He nibbled my neck. “Properly fucked. Have any of those little boys back at your school ever truly satisfied you?”

My throat went dry. “I …”

“I didn’t think so.” He sounded satisfied.

I should tell him now, I thought. But I didn’t, and I wasn’t sure why. Shame, perhaps, for him to know how cowardly I’d been or—perhaps, worse—unwanted. I closed my eyes, tears pricking at the edges. I had to. It would be worse if I waited.

“I’ve never …”

He stilled. “Never?”

I managed to shake my head slightly.

His grip on me tightened. He swore, rapidly and emphatically and with impressive creativity.

“Are you … angry with me?” I gulped.

His hands were gentle as he caressed my breasts, my hips, my stomach, leaving a trail of gooseflesh in his wake. “With you? Never. With every fool who ever laid eyes upon you? Yes. Most definitely. But their loss is my gain.”

“I’m a little nervous,” I confessed.

“You have every right to be. But I promise to be gentle. Though, once we begin—” his voice grew thick “—I may be … greedier than I would like.”

Heat spread over me, sweeping over my breasts, spilling wetness between my legs. He wanted me that much. He was greedy—for me. “That’s all right,” I whispered faintly.

His hands slid between my thighs, gently parting me. He entered me with one finger, and I arched back against him. “Please, Nyxaris.”

“Yes?”

“More,” I gasped.

He slid in a second finger, thrusting slowly. I moaned, leaning back against him. The feel of his cock, nudging against my leg while his fingers slid in and out of me was unbearable.

“I want you,” I said, making my voice firm. “Please. Now.”

He went still. Then very gently, he moved me slightly forward. I felt it then. His cock at my entrance. “Gods, you’re so wet for me, little Fireheart,” he murmured.

I was already soaked. Yet now I felt a new gush of moisture between my thighs and whimpered in shame.

“That’s it,” he encouraged. “So slick, so wet. You have no idea what a pleasure fucking you will be, sweet one.” His hands slipped over my breasts, fingers caressing my peaked nipples, as his cock teased my opening, entering me little by little.

I leaned back against him with a moan.

“That’s it.” His lips caressed my neck. “Surrender to me.” He suddenly moved. He pulled us down to the ground, tugging me on top of him, straddling him, settling me onto his thighs as his cock slipped fully inside me. He thrust his hips, and I cried out, writhing against him.

“Too much,” I moaned.

“You can take it, Fireheart,” he murmured against my ear, smoothing my hair away. “Do you want me to stop?”

I shook my head quickly.