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Slowly, so slowly I’m worried I’ll combust before I get him inside of me, Matt lays his big body over mine, sinking into me gently. I gasp out a breath at the first push, grabbing for him.

“You feel so good, princess,” he whispers into my ear, and a pathetic, needy whimper spills out of me. I’m holding him around the neck, squeezing him like a cobra, my heart thundering against my rib cage. The pendant on his chain dips between us, sticking to the skin between my breasts.

He kisses my jawline again, down my neck and to my chest, sneakily sliding from my grip on him. I plant my hands on the sheets, gripping them tightly between my fingers to anchor myself, my body so light I’m worried I might float away. It’s so overwhelming.

“You gonna let me in, sweet girl?” he says. The smile on his face is gentle, but his face is lined with tension, like it’s physically taxing to hold himself like this.

“M-Matt,” I gasp, taking a shaky breath. Then, another one, as praise starts to pour from his mouth.

“I know, princess. I know. That’s it.” A kiss. Two more, covering my face gently. “Breathe and relax. Let me in.”

I do, breathing slowly as I take him in, inch by inch, feeling a little ridiculous at my lightheadedness, body feeling almost floaty.

“God,” he says, shuddering, pressing his hips to mine. I’m so full I feel like I might burst open and turn completely to starlight. “You look so beautiful, full of me like this.”

“You’re so big,” I say, slurring my words a little, lust-drunk on him. I shift my hips, realizing it feels even better to move. I raise my hands and dig into his biceps, begging him to move.

He kisses me again, lips and tongues tangling, before he’s moving—slow at first, deep, hard thrusts that turn faster, slightly more frantic.

And he never stops talking to me, praising me over and over.

“Good girl.”

“You take me so well, princess.”

“Don’t—I want to hear how good I’m making you feel.”

“I want to keep you like this forever—with me inside of you.”

“You’re so perfect, Rosalie. Come for me.”

I do, riding the wave easier now. His fingers work over my clit—not too hard or too soft. He’s mastered my body already, learning everything from my reactions.

“I w-want you to come,” I gasp. “I want to know what it feels like when you come inside me.”

“Fuck,” he growls, thrusts already frantic, now uneven and harder as he climbs with me this time. “Oh,fuck, Ro—you’re squeezing me again. You gonna come with me, princess?”

I nod wildly.

“Good girl.” He drags the words out slowly and I cry out, coming hard. He follows me, shuddering as he explodes inside me.

Matt melts over me, body heavy on mine. I want to stay like this, the weight of him on my skin so warm and comforting.

Tears prick at my eyes, because sex has never been like this for me—and I’ve always wanted to feel this way. I want to tell him that. I want to thank him for making me feel so cherished and wanted andfree. Tell him that I’m falling in love with him.

But the words catch in my throat.

“You okay, Ro?” he asks, smiling down at me, pushing my sweat-damp hair back around my ears. “Did I… did it feel good?”

“That was amazing, Matt,” I say, grinning so hard it feels like my cheeks are splitting open. I play with the chain hanging around his neck. “I… how long until we can do it again?”

I’m embarrassed to have asked almost immediately, but the shameful feeling washes away with Matt’s huffed laughter against my neck as he ducks his head.

“Be gentle with me, you nymphomaniac,” he says, teasing.

I dissolve into laughter, curling in his arms as we whisper quietly to each other far into the night.

CHAPTER 56Ro

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