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This is not the time to lose my damn mind. I’ve never been with a virgin before, but I know enough to realize the last thing she needs is a bull on steroids rutting her on the bed. I’ll go slow until she’s begging for me to take her, even if it kills me, and with the way I feel, it damn well might.

Chelsea watches me silently as I climb onto bed, moaning when I pull her against me. She fits with my body like we were molded to be together, every rugged inch of my hard to her soft.

“Hound,” she whimpers when my hand slides up and down her back in a soft caress. “I’ve been trying to tell you something, but you keep distracting me… Hmm.” She hums when my hand drops to her butt, fondling her perfect mound in my large palm.

“What is it you want to tell me?” I ask, slowly nudging her legs apart and sliding my hard dick between her thighs. We’re in the same position we were last night, but this time, it’s ten times better with us both fully naked.

“I don’t know if it’ll change anything,” she says, opening her legs further for me, and I can’t resist the urge to thrust my cock against the juncture of her thighs. My cock is so fucking hard it could hammer down a nail. She’s so close, her pussy is mere inches from my leaking tip, and it takes everything to not thrust into her.

Patience!

“Tell me,” I choke out.

“I…I’m a virgin,” she whispers, and I groan at her words.

“I know.” Of course, I suspected as much, but hearing her say the words sends the animal in me roaring to claim her. Mark her so everyone knows she belongs to me. A dangerous killer that would not hesitate to do whatever it takes to protect her.

“I was trying to tell you, but you kept distracting me…” Chelsea stills against me and pushes back to meet my heated eyes. “What do you mean, you know?”

“I just do, kitten.” My hand travels between her legs as I lean in to brush my lips against her, sliding them over her mouth until she opens for me. “And it changes nothing.” She whimpers into the kiss as I rub my middle finger over her entrance, teasing the spot until she relaxes enough to let me in. “You have no idea what a fucking turn on it is, knowing that someone as beautiful as you would want a man like me to touch you. To be the first man to touch you.” I tuck my digit into her opening and curl it, causing her to jerk against me as I tease the sensitive nerves in her sex. “You bring out a side of me I never knew existed. A side that wants to take out any man that dares look at you.” I catch her wince when I add my index finger. I stroke her clit with my thumb until she relaxes once more to allow my digits inside of her, pushing them shallowly in and out of her until she’s whining and moving to meet my fingers. “I’ll be damn sure to be the last man that gets to touch you this way.”

“Yes,” she pants, writhing helplessly against me. I can tell she’s close to another orgasm as her breath hitches and her eyes glaze over. “Only you.”

“Say it!” I demand as I drive my fingers into her, rubbing her clit as I slowly stretch her for my cock. “Tell me who you belong to!”

“Yours,” she sobs. “I’m yours, Hound, please… Oh God, I can’t take it… Need you.”

“Fuck!” I growl, pulling my fingers away. She whines at the move, but I’m desperate to be inside of her. I can hear my blood roaring in my ears as settle between her thighs. I take a moment to admire her, my own need forgotten in those precious seconds as I breathe her in, and goddamnit, she looks so fucking gorgeous lying naked beneath me. Her eyes drowsy, lips parted and tits flushed. Her legs opened for me, braced for when I pop her precious cherry. In this moment, I realize what makes Chelsea different from all the others.

I am in love with her.

There is no telling when it happened or how it did so suddenly. Maybe it was the first time our eyes met or last night when she curled into my embrace and went to sleep. Or maybe sometime during my own sleepless night, as she lay dreaming in the arms of the stranger she’d let pleasure her, breathing softly and trusting I wouldn’t hurt her. Or maybe it was this morning when she woke up and smiled at me.

Whatever the case, it’s useless to pretend that I am not utterly in love with this woman. That I wouldn’t tear out the heart of any man that dared hurt her and lay it on a platter for her.

She’s mine.Whatever happens after this, Chelsea is mine!

My heated eyes are locked with her warm honey brown as I take firm hold of my hard dick and guide it to her sex. My heart is hammering hard as I rub the head of my shaft up and down her folds, gathering dampness on my cock before gently working it into her entrance. “Mine,” I growl when I manage to get the head inside her impossibly tight sex.

“Hound.” She whimpers as my cock stretches her walls, wrapping her arms over my shoulders as I inch deeper into her.

“It’s okay,” I soothe, bringing our mouths together in a long, hungry kiss and groaning when she responds in kind. I lick into her mouth, kissing her until she starts writhing under me, her hips moving restlessly. Strumming her clit, I push another inch into her, giving her a few seconds before slamming forward. I roar as I tear through the thin barrier of her innocence and fill her with my cock.

Fuuuck!

She cries out, her back arching off the bed in surprise. “Oh, so big,” she whimpers, digging her nails into my back.

“I’m sorry, baby,” I say raggedly, kissing her face as I try to rein in my body. I thought I was ready for this, but she’s so wet and tight—it’s nothing I expected and my cock threatens to explode. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she replies, hugging my shoulders. “It feels…strange. Hurts a little.”

“I’m sorry,” I rasp, kissing her neck and face, giving her a moment to adjust to my length.

“The pain’s fading now.” Her grip tightens. “Feels good too. Don’t stop.”

“I’ll make it better,” I growl as I start moving, slowly at first as I stroke my cock inside of her. I know damn well I’m bigger than the average man and ought to give her more time to adjust better to my girth, but I can’t help myself. Whatever control I was grasping onto has snapped like thin rubber and now, I have to have her. Breed her. Christ, the thought of Chelsea pregnant with my child sends my hips moving faster, harder. I have amoment of uncertainty, but the pause sends her nails dragging over my back, urging me to move.

“Please,” she begs, holding me firmly against her, and then I’m pumping into her. I clutch her thigh and bring it to my hip, which sends me impossibly deeper. We both moan, and then I’m moving like a mad man, no finesse whatsoever as I slam into her.

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