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"You're on birth control?"

He stares down at me when I nod, not wanting to think about the permanent things I did to my body because of threats Nathan had made.

"I can't get pregnant," I repeat when he doesn't make a move. "I was tested after leaving Ohio, and I haven't been with anyone."

"I can show you my test results also," he offers. "But I don't want you to feel like this is something you have to do. I'm sure Oracle has condoms."

"I want it that way," I say. "If you do."

"I've never," he shakes his head, and I hate the men that hurt me in the past because I can't make the same confession.

"It's okay if you don't—"

He shuts me up with a kiss, using the hand that isn't holding his weight off me with, to shove down his sweats.

We nearly butt heads as he kicks them from his legs, but he steadies himself rather quickly.

The warmth of his body when he settles between my legs is positively divine, and I don't hesitate to lift one leg and wrap it around his thigh, opening myself up to him.

"You're sure?"

I look up at him and take a moment to fully understand what he's offering.

I've always believed that a man gets to a certain point where no becomes obsolete, that he crosses a line and can't turn back. Looking at him now, I know that if I told him I wasn't ready for this step not only would he stop, he wouldn't try to pressure me further.

It makes me want him that much more.

"I'm sure," I tell him, lifting my head to take his mouth in a kiss.

With my permission, he rolls his hips back and forth, his thickness sliding easily through the slickness coating my clit.

I groan into his kiss, my breath hitching when he pulls back and presses forward, the tip of him sliding inside of me.

"Beck," I moan, my fingers digging into his back.

"Baby," he whispers, his jaw hanging open as he pushes forward a little more.

I swear the man somehow manages to thicken with every inch he pushes inside of me, and it's possibly the best thing I've ever felt before in my life, being stretched around him, his warm breaths and soft whispers of how good I make him feel on my neck.

He doesn't ram into me once.

He doesn't pull back so he can stare down at our connection.

He doesn't say filthy things to me or call me horrible names.

He's attentive, giving me exactly what I ask him for when it feels so good I can't help but beg for more.

He holds me like I'm a precious thing as if I'm giving him a gift when really it's him giving to me.

He rolls his hips, the lower part of his belly scraping against me in a way that almost makes me lose my mind.

"Feels so good," I whimper on a moan, my legs trembling, both wrapped around his waist.

"I swear, baby. If you don't come, I'm going to end up having to lick my cum from your pussy in order to get you there."

"Is that what you want?" I say, trying to ignore the tingle starting in my stomach.

His words are filthy, not something I ever thought would turn me on, but here I am clenching him tighter with just the thought of him doing it.

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