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“Eric.”

His name was a husky sigh, filled with need, and he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“I need you, little bird. Are you ready for me?”

“Yes. Please.”

He pushed her legs further apart and positioned himself against her opening. She was so small he almost stopped, but her desire scented the air and her arousal coated his cock, reassuring him.

“Slowly,” he reminded himself.

He slid inside her, a slow, inexorable thrust that sent pleasure rippling down his spine. Her nails dug into his shoulders, but her eyes were wide and trusting. When he met resistance, he lifted her hips and plunged into her, burying himself to the hilt.

“Oh.” Her eyes flew even wider, but the smell of her arousal grew stronger.

“Are you okay?”

“I think so. You’re so big. So thick.”

She shifted slightly and her breath caught.

“Does it hurt?”

“Only a little. It feels better when you move.”

He’d promised her slow, but his control was a thread about to snap.

“Hold on, little bird.”

He withdrew, then thrust again.

She cried out again, and this time there was nothing but pleasure in her cry. She arched up towards him, her nails digging into his shoulders, and he nearly lost his mind. He drove into her, faster, harder, her small moans urging him on. His balls slapped against her ass, the base of his cock swelling rapidly, stretching her even wider as he plunged into her. She cried out, and he forced himself to pause, his muscles straining, every instinct urging him to take her.

“Fuck,” he ground out. “Little bird, tell me if I need to stop.”

“Don’t stop. Please.”

Her inner walls quivered around him, her body welcoming him, and his control snapped. He began to thrust, a rough, primitive rhythm, the pleasure of her body consuming him. He gripped her hips, holding her in place as he pounded into her. She was so wet, so hot, his mate, his woman. He’d never last.

“You’re mine, little bird.”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I’m yours, Eric. All yours.”

He roared his triumph, burying his cock to the hilt as his knot swelled and he began to come, pulsing inside her and marking her with his seed. Her pussy rippled around him, milking the last of his climax from his cock as he collapsed down over her in an exhausted, satisfied heap.

CHAPTER 19

Robin couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. All she could do was feel. Feel the heavy weight of Eric’s body pressing down on her, his knot locking them together, stretching her deliciously. The thick shaft buried deep inside her, filling her completely. His hot seed pulsing into her.

She’d never imagined anything could feel like this. Never imagined that her body could take him, could accept his knot.

“Are you all right?” he asked, his voice hoarse, golden eyes blazing down at her.

“Yes. Oh, yes.”

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