Page 63 of The Lightkeeper

“If you can talk, you can come,” he grunted, the side of his mouth quirking up ever so slightly.

I opened my mouth, thinking to quip back with something, when the fullness inside me disappeared. His heavy cock hung in front of him,hardevidence that he wasn’t done with me yet.But then his smile disappeared, the whole of his expression turning ashen.

My brow creased, and I tried to follow his gaze. He lifted his cock, angled the massive length, and then I realized…my heart plummeted into my stomach.

Between the mix of our desires, the distinct color of blood streaked his length.

I pushed up on my elbows, my heart racing. “Kit?—”

His eyes snapped to mine, furious. “You were a virgin?”

Chapter Fifteen

Kit

A virgin.She was a virgin.

Her soft “yes” only confirmed the truth smeared along my dick in red.My bare dick.I looked between her legs, her pussy swollen and puffy from how I’d fucked her, and leaking, leaking because?—

“We didn’t use a condom.”

I was brokenandan idiot. A couple of fireworks, a decade without sex, and a woman I couldn’t deny were all it took to eviscerate what brain cells I had left.“Fuck.”

“It’s okay.” Aurora sat up taller, reaching for me.

I was an asshole the way I jerked from her touch. But I couldn’t think when her hands were on me—not about anything except wanting her.My eyes dropped to her pussy, a different broken beast inside me still hungry for that third orgasm I’d been about to chase with her.

“I know you’ve never had sex before, but please tell me youunderstand what it means for me to fuck you unprotected?” I said between clenched teeth.

She glared at me and charged, “Of course, I understand. What I’m trying to tell you is that I… track my cycle, and I’m not ovulating right now. I can show you my app?—”

“No.” I held up a hand. I believed her. I also didn’t need to see calendar proof of how many more days she wasn’t ovulating… how many more days I’d have to take her like this.

But a virgin.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It didn’t matter.”

My brow arched.

“I’m an adult, Kit. I should’ve stopped being a virgin long before now”—she adjusted her glasses—“but I haven’t.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Her throat bobbed. “It didn’t hurt.”

I hissed out a breath. That confession soothed something inside of me—something that hated myself for hurting her. For not making her first time… whatever it would’ve been if it hadn’t been with me. Instead, I’d taken her like a beast who’d been starved for a decade and was just given a feast.

“Kit… it did everything but hurt,” she promised huskily, her gaze sliding down to my cock, which still hung heavy and loaded in front of me.A beast that was still hungry.

Slowly, I kneeled down in front of her, my hands reaching for each knee and gently stroking the soft skin there before sliding my fingers higher to gently trace along her seam. She was slick. She could take me again. But it would hurt.

Bile rose in my throat. She’d never had more than these fingers inside her, and tonight, I hadn’t even given her those to stretch her. All I felt was her softness. All I saw was her light. And all I could do to keep the darkness at bay was to bury myself in her. Without warning. Without a warm-up.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked again, softer this time, my fingers gently teasing her clit, savoring the almost instant response from her body. “I would’ve…”

Would’ve what? Stopped? Sent her away?I gritted my teeth. I was honest enough to admit that wasn’t a possibility. As soon as I closed the door to the house, the only way she was leaving was if it was by her choice.

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