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She barely held the words back. This man, with his complexities, his hidden vulnerabilities, and his overwhelming capacity to love and cherish, had irrevocably stolen her heart.

"Lay on your back," Alex murmured. Her body obediently moved to his command. Then his hands were at her thighs. He flicked her clit. She moaned as he expertly applied pressure in all the right places. Then he slipped past her folds and pushed into her. One finger, then two, sliding in and out of her, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.

Slowly, his lips made their way down to where his fingers were playing. His breath was hot against her as his tongue found her clit. The sensation was overwhelming, the dual stimulation of his fingers inside her and his tongue on her clit making her buck her hips.

His fingers never faltered, his rhythm unyielding, even as his mouth explored her, teasing, sucking, driving her to the edge. The warmth of his breath, the slickness of his tongue, the firmness of his fingers, all melded into a blend of sensations that threatened to drown her.

"Alex," she gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair. Her body was on fire, her senses heightened, every nerve ending alive and buzzing. It was all too much and not enough, a maddening paradox that had her writhing under his touch.

He responded with a hum, the vibrations against her clit making her squeal. His gaze was locked onto her, watching her reactions, feeding off her pleasure. There was something incredibly erotic about his focus, about his unwavering determination to unravel her.

Every stroke of his fingers, every swirl of his tongue, was pushing her closer to the edge. And when the climax hit, it was with a force that stole her breath, her body arching off the bed, her cry echoing around the room. Her vision blurred, her body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

Her breath was ragged, gasps and moans echoing off the stone walls of their room. She needed more, needed him.

"I need you," she managed to pant, her eyes locked on his.

"I'm right here, Leslie."

"No," she breathed, her hand reaching out to cup his cheek, the bristles of his stubble prickling her palm. "I need all of you. Please, Alex."

Understanding dawned in his eyes, darkening them further. She saw immediately his hesitation, that moment where his worry threatened to take over. She braced herself for him to pull away, but instead he shifted, crawling up the bed until he was hovering over her. His body was a blanket of warmth, the muscled expanse of his torso pressing her into the mattress, the hard length of his cock throbbing against her thigh.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice gruff with desire, the weight of the question apparent in his eyes.

A surge of resolve washed over her, eradicating any last speck of uncertainty. She knew what she wanted, what she needed. She had never been more certain of anything in her life.

Alex was her first crush and her first love.

It seemed only fitting that he be the one to take her virginity.

"I'm sure, Alex," she answered, her hand moving to stroke his cock. He groaned, his head dropping to rest on her shoulder as he allowed himself to relish the sensation. “Please. All these years, I’ve wanted it to be you.”

She had been careful not to push him, giving him the time he needed to come to this decision on his own. And now, under the romantic glow of the candle-lit room, amidst the delicate scent of roses, they were about to cross a line from which there was no return. It didn’t mean he’d change his mind and they’d be together. Given the things he’d shared with her last night, she understood more than ever how powerfully he’d barricaded his heart. But she didn’t care.

She wanted all of Alex. Here. Tonight.

“Baby girl, thank you for granting me this honor.”

As he spoke the gallant words, the depth of his gaze held her captive. His hands cradled her face as he kissed her, slow and passionate, his lips moving against hers in a sweet surrender.

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As Alex’s fingers brushed the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, Leslie closed her eyes, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

"Look at me, Leslie," he murmured, his voice a soft command that sent another shiver down her spine.

This was it. She was about to lose her virginity to Alex, the man who had shown her a side of herself she never knew existed. The man who had laid his life on the line, more than once, to save her. The man who had revealed his deepest wounds to her.

She thought back to the morning when she’d asked him if their friendship was built on rocks. His reply was one she’d hold dear for the rest of her life.

Leslie, you are my rock, my oak tree, my ocean, and my guiding star. I would do anything to protect you, even if it means stepping aside and watching you flourish in a life that I only have limited access to. Even if it means part of me dies. Because in my mind, baby, they’re the exact same thing.

She got it now, why Alex had been willing to sacrifice their desire for one another to keep her friendship. She was, indeed, an irreplaceable light in his world, one that had known so much darkness. He’d told her things about himself that he probably hadn’t told anyone else, maybe not even Branden or his brother, though she hoped that wasn’t the case.

She hoped he’d been able to find some comfort in sharing his pain with someone throughout the years. But if he hadn’t, he’d given her the gift of sharing it with her, and he was willing to take her virginity now because he saw her as a gift.

His gift.

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