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I feel the urge to snap my hips and drive into her like a wild thing, but I temper my lust and control the feeling, reminding myself it’s her first time. She deserves perfection.
But she gazes up at me, eyes heavy-lidded, a knowing smile on her face. “Harder. Please, Ryan. I want all of you.”
“What?” I’m certain I’m misunderstanding her.
She reaches up and pulls me down for a kiss. It’s sweet and strong and perfect, just like her.
“Fuck me like you want to. I want it.”
This woman is going to be the death of me.
I let go like I need to, picking up the pace, hips snapping forward, grinding against her on every stroke. Her body writhes beneath mine, slick with sweat and glowing in the dimlamplight. She’s so fucking beautiful like this…ruined for anyone else.
“You like that, sweetheart?” I whisper, nipping her earlobe. “You like being filled up by me?”
“Yes—God, yes—don’t stop…”
I’m slamming into her hard now, and she loves it, her moans and the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the little cabin. I take both of her hands and pin them above her head with one of mine, while my other slides between us, finding the swollen bundle of nerves I already know will drive her wild. She bucks beneath me when I touch her there, keening with every movement.
“Come for me, Clea,” I growl against her mouth. “Let go. I want to feel you break around me.”
She does. Her whole body locks up, then shatters, pulsing and clenching around me in the tightest, most mind-blowing release I’ve ever felt. She screams my name, and I follow her over the edge, burying myself deep as the orgasm rips through me like a wildfire, fierce and all-consuming.
I collapse against her, still panting, both of us trembling, our hearts thundering against each other’s chests. For a long beat, there’s just silence, our breathing, the soft creak of the bed, and the insistent crackle of the fireflies outside the cabin walls.
She laughs, a soft, breathless sound. “That was…” She trails off with an embarrassed chuckle.
“Yeah,” I say, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “It was.”
She runs a hand through my hair, and I close my eyes at the tenderness in her touch.
“Holy shit,” she whispers.
I grin against her skin. “Get some sleep. Round two’s gonna blow your mind.”
Chapter Seven
Clea
I’ve never felt this warm in my entire life.
It’s not just his body wrapped around me, or the fact that we’re tangled in barely there sheets after the most intense experience of my life. It’s the way my chest feels like it’s glowing, soft and full and open in a way I never knew I was allowed to be.
I lost my virginity tonight.
To a man I barely know anything about.
Well, except the fact that he jumps into fires to save lives.
I never imagined my first time would be with a man like Ryan Lewis. And it was nothing like I imagined.
I always assumed it’d hurt. That it would be awkward and fumbling and full of nerves and second-guessing. That I’d be too tense, or he’d go too fast, or I’d embarrass myself somehow.
Instead, it was…perfect.
He was so gentle. And filthy. And sweet. And wicked. And…impossibly huge.
That part definitely had me worried.
