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‘Now...’ she breathed. ‘Love menow.’
In one thrust, he was inside her. Had pushed past the barrier that had given little resistance. He stilled. Every muscle in his body was straining—demanding he pull out and then thrust into her again, find his release.
Her grip on his jaw tightened, refusing to let him look away.
‘I’m okay,’ she said huskily. ‘It doesn’t hurt. And I need you to move. I need you to—’
He moved. Slowly. Building his thrusts in tempo...in speed. Still, she did not look away. And he couldn’t. Mesmerised by her wide eyes. Her gasping mouth. Her innocent awe. And she matched him thrust for thrust, arching her hips to take him deeper.
‘Harder!’ she gasped, panting her need into existence.
He gripped her hips. Thrust. Hard.Harder.
A deep blush bloomed on her neck...her cheeks. He could feel the heat radiating from her. The hotness filled the air between them with humidity, trapping them both inside it. In a bubble of desire.
‘I... I...’ she murmured between pants for air, whispering across his mouth.
It was a primitive call for release. He felt it too. The pressure.
‘Oh. Oh.Oh!’ she repeated, with every thrust of his body into hers.
He drove into her faster.Wildly.Until the pressure had nowhere to go but inside her.
With one last thrust the pressure inside him broke free and he lost himself to her joy, her pure amazement, and to her sighs of satisfaction mingled with his own.
‘Thank you for being my first,’ she said, and his hands curled possessively over her hips.
The urge to push into her again, to drive out any thoughts offirsts, hardened him inside her. Because with firsts came lasts, and—Andwhat? He would not be her first and last kiss.
‘I didn’t know,’ she continued, and he stilled. ‘That it could be like that...soinstinctual.’
‘Instinctual?’ he echoed, but he knew what this virgin didn’t. Instinct did not lead to sex. You had to learn your lover.
‘My body knew what it wanted and—’ She shook her head, a shy smile creasing her flushed cheeks.
‘Nothing else mattered?’ he finished for her. Because it hadn’t. Not for him. Nothing else but her.
‘Exactly,’ she whispered, and pressed into him, raising her chin and offering her mouth.
He let their lips meet. Closed his eyes and tasted her.
Her misguided gratitude...it was too much.
He was not nameless. He did not strip his clothes off like an adolescent teen. He didn’t make love—and he certainly did not make love to virgins. He had sex. That was all this was.
He dragged his mouth from hers. Pulled himself free from her body and was on his feet, walking away from her. He needed a minute. Just a moment...
He closed the bathroom door and let himself pant. Hard. He shut his eyes and leaned back against the coldness of the door. Let it cool him until he could think, until the heat and the scent of her on his skin was not so strong. So all-consuming.
He opened his eyes and looked down.
What had he done?
The condom was torn.
Every vein bulged. Every muscle in his body turned tight. And his brain screamed that history was repeating itself. An innocent. A seduction. A baby.
Before he could stop them, memories that weren’t his flashed in his head. The story he’d been told a thousand times. A girl looking for adventure, who’d found love in a place she shouldn’t have.
