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Encouraged, I wrapped my hand around him, but my fingers didn’t even come close to meeting.

The sheer girth of him sent another thrill of nervous anticipation straight through me. It had been so long since I’d been with a man—over a year since I’d last had sex with my ex. And it had never been good with him, had never felt like this—a mixture of desire and desperate hunger. I just wondered how in the world Garrik could fit inside me.

As if reading my thoughts, Garrik’s large hands came up to frame my face. “Look at me, sweetheart.”

I dragged my gaze from his long, hard shaft to his eyes, which were burning with a need.

“Yes?” I asked.

“There’s no rush,” he murmured. “We have all night. Let me get you ready—let me make sure you’re dripping for me, aching and open, before you take even an inch of my shaft in your soft little pussy. Will you trust me to do that?”

I nibbled my lower lip but the last of my nerves melted under the heat in his gaze.

“Yes, I trust you,” I whispered, and meant it with every fiber of my being.

“Then come here.”

He guided me onto the bed, laying back against the pillows and pulling me down to straddle his hips. My pussy settled just above his rigid length, the hot, hard press of him against my slippery cleft making us both gasp. But he didn’t let me sink down—not yet. Instead, his big, warm hands began a slow, delicious journey over my body.

He started with my breasts, cupping their full weight, his thumbs stroking my nipples until they were tight points of almost painful sensitivity. Then he sucked one into his mouth, his tongue flicking and swirling around and around, while his fingers teased the other. Sparks of pleasure, sharp and sweet, shot straight to the place between my legs, and I moaned, rocking against him instinctively, coating his shaft with my juices.

“Oh, Garrik!” I gasped. “Feels so good!”

“That’s it,” he growled against my skin. “Get nice and wet for me. Let me feel how much you want me, sweetheart.”

His hands slid down my sides, over the swell of my hips, coming to rest on my thighs. He urged me to lean back, bracing my hands on his powerful knees, opening myself to him completely. The position left me feeling exposed, vulnerable…and utterly consumed by desire.

Then one big, warm hand slipped between my thighs and his broad thumb found my clit, rubbing slow, firm circles that had me crying out.

“Yes!” I moaned. “Oh, please…” My hips were bucking on their own, begging for more of his touch.

Garrik seemed to understand exactly what I needed because two long, strong fingers, slick with my own juices, parted my inner pussy and stroked along my entrance, gathering more moisture before pushing inside, just to the first knuckle.

“Such a good girl,” he murmured, his eyes dark with lust as he watched his fingers work me. “So perfectly tight and hot for me. But see? You’re taking me so well. You can take more.”

He pressed deeper, crooking his fingers, and I actually saw stars as sparks of pleasure exploded inside me. That special spot inside me sang to life, sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating outward.

I gripped his broad shoulders, my hips pumping. I couldn’t help it—I was panting and moaning—fucking myself on his hand.

“Please, Garrik… I need you… I’m ready…” I begged. “Besides, we need to form the Heart-bond.”

“Not quite yet, sweetheart,” he rumbled, though his voice was hoarse with need. He added a third finger, stretching me gently, the delicious burn making me gasp.

“Garrik…” I moaned.

“Good girl. You can take it,” he growled softly. “Love how wet you are for me.”

Holding my eyes with his, he worked me with his hand, scissoring his fingers to prepare me, all while his thumb continued its relentless assault on my clit. The dual sensations were overwhelming—building pressure inside me that was already threatening to push me over the edge.

“I…I’m so close,” I moaned. “I’m going to come just…just from your fingers…”

“Come then,” he commanded, his gaze holding mine. “Come on my hand, sweetheart. Soak my fingers. Then you’ll be ready for my cock.”

His words were the permission I needed. The coil deep inside me snapped, and my orgasm crashed over me like a wave that had me clenching around his invading fingers, milking them as I cried out, my back arching as pleasure shot through me.

“Good girl,” Garrik murmured. He gentled his touch, drawing the pleasure out until I slumped forward, trembling, against his chest.

“Oh…” I whispered, panting. “Oh…oh, Garrik. That was so…so good.”