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But he grabbed her hand and pinned it to the ground, still licking her neck. “Are you sure?” he groaned.

“Yes,” she whined, bucking up into him, each movement making her body feel flooded with the heat that was gathering between her thighs. “Oh, yes.”

He let go of her hand and moved off of her. He settled on his knees there. He put both of his hands on the button of his jeans.

She was free.

She could get up…

She hesitated.

He hesitated, hands on his button, not undressing, just looking at her.

They were both breathing hard.

Abruptly, she got to her feet and took off running again.

Behind her, she heard a rasping breath and then he was coming after her again.

He caught her quickly this time, and he slammed her into the trunk of a tree.

She let out noisy breaths, rubbing her body into his, whining again.

“If you want me to let you go,” he said into her ear, his voice rough, “I think you need to walk. The running, it’s…”

“It’s what?”

“Too much,” he groaned. “You need to understand, the way you smell right now…”

“You like it?” She was taunting him.

“I want to…” He didn’t finish. He licked her again, licked a long line up the side of her neck. He scraped his teeth over her flesh.

She shuddered against him. “You want to fuck me,” she supplied.

“Yes, that’s what I want,” he grunted, nipping his teeth against the nape of her neck now. “Sex.”

Not to kill me,she thought.He wouldn’t kill me.

And some part of her, some deep-down instinctive part of her, knew this was utter bullshit.

CHAPTER EIGHT

RORA HAD TOpush him away to make him stop, because she was too sensitive there.

Then there was some confusion. She was in the aftershocks, not particularly verbal, and he thought he had done something wrong, but then he realized she’d finished, and then he was holding her in his arms on the bed and they were kissing. She felt tiny and engulfed in the sheer size of him. She liked it.

He kissed her eyebrow and the tip of one of her ears and he stroked her bare flesh and whispered that he wanted her now.

She remembered that she was supposed to get to learn how to put her mouth on him, but she didn’t say anything about that. She wondered about logistics, anyway. If she got him off that way, he wouldn’t be able to have sex with her, and she did want to lose her actual virginity.

And then she thought about how that was reductive, and that if she were a lesbian, she would have lost her virginity, and she was being so very heteronormative, and not only that, was prioritizing the male experience over the female experience, and she wondered if she were babbling internally like this because she was nervous.

He stripped off his shirt and shed his pants, somehow, while they were kissing, while she was internally babbling, and then he was guiding her to touch him.

He kissed her temple. “Such tiny little hands,” he murmured. “I want you to stroke me, though. Have you ever stroked a man’s cock?”

“No,” she breathed, and something flipped in her belly.

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