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Brynn had heard about this, even if she’d never done it herself. She grasped his shaft and hesitated, but Cenric’s groan of pleasure gave her the courage to continue. She took him in her mouth.

Cenric let off a low growl, tilting his head back. “That’s good.”

He was too big for her to take the entire length of him, but she used her hand at his base and her mouth at the top half. She sucked and stroked, wanting to tease the same pleasure out of him that he had drawn out of her.

Cenric groaned in appreciation, rocking his hips. He rested his hands on her shoulders, but she had the feeling that he was holding back, restraining himself.

He liked this. He enjoyed this.

Brynn felt a little thrill at that as he hardened even more.

“No.” Cenric pushed her back by her shoulders.

Brynn looked up, chastened. “Did I do something wrong?”

Cenric shook his head. “Be sure to remember that because I will ask you to do it again.” He pulled her up to her feet sothat they were eye to eye once again. “But I want something else tonight.” He kissed her before pressing her back toward the bed.

Brynn let him ease her down, yielding as he leveled on top of her. She shifted, spreading her thighs for him, but he didn’t rush it.

Cenric hovered over her, his hands rooted on either side of her head. He studied her for a long moment, searching for something. Whatever it was, he must have found it. He dropped down onto his elbows, so they were pressed together. Face to face, belly to belly.

He stroked the head of his cock up and down along her entrance, urging her open and coaxing more wetness from her until they were both slick. He eased inside her a little at a time—gentle and ever so patient.

Brynn gasped as he pushed his entire length inside her.

He paused, searching her face. “Are you alright?”

“Yes.” She wrapped her arms around him. “Don’t stop. Please.”

Cenric kissed her again, then began to thrust his hips. He started out slow, almost torturously slow.

Brynn pressed her face into the crook of his neck, clinging to him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, wanting to be as close to him as possible.

“Beautiful creature,” Cenric panted. “Beautiful, beautiful girl, you feel so good.”

“You feel good, too,” Brynn whispered. And he did. She didn’t think she could climax like this, but she loved the weight of him, the way his muscles coiled around her, the sensation of being filled when he pushed inside her. Sighing, Brynn dug her nails into his back, rocking her hips in time to his rhythm. Her hands roved over him, touching, petting.

“What are you doing with your hands?” Cenric chuckled.

“You’re doing all the work,” Brynn said, feeling awkward. “I want to do something.”

“I’ll tell you what to do.” Cenric caught her wrists, pinning them over her head. “You’re going to lie there and take my cock.”

Brynn shrank from him, feeling rebuked. Had she made him angry?

Cenric’s mouth found the side of her neck and he scraped his teeth along her skin. He didn’t bite her, not quite, but he seemed to be holding back, barely restraining himself from devouring her. “Stop trying to earn everything.” His voice softened, but he didn’t release her wrists. “I’ll get my pleasure, love. Focus on yours.”

Brynn nodded shakily. He wasn’t angry with her, even if it felt strange that her enjoyment was important to him.

So, this was what it was like to make love. Not just sex. This was true intimacy with someone she wanted, who wanted her back.

She watched the play of the firelight on Cenric’s shoulders and how his muscles surged with each thrust. It was a magnificent sight. Enough to take a woman’s breath away.

“Brynn,” Cenric groaned, gritting his teeth. “I’m getting close, but I can last longer if you want me to.”

Brynn shook her head. She strained, pressing up against him. “Take it,” she whispered in his ear. “Take what you need.”

Cenric growled, a deep, masculine sound that sent a shiver through her. Something primal came over him. Something that frightened her almost as much as it thrilled her. With her hands held down, he thrust into her harder, faster than before.