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My heart aches for her. Her inner conflict flies in the face of the carefree, funny, fumbling girl I’ve gotten to know. Nothing I say will make this better for her. Opening my eyes, I’m devastated to see tears rolling down her cheeks. This shy, sexy, tortured woman. She’s right, it’s not supposed to be like this. She deserves to be treated with reverence. Without another thought, my hands are fisting in her hair, pulling her lips to mine in a soul-shattering kiss.

I want to give her everything, pleasure beyond anything she’s ever experienced. Not a quick fuck and toss her V-Card in the trash. Our tongues tangle together in a slow dance. Every lick and flick sending fire straight to my core. I want to make her mine.

The game just flipped on its head.

If I’m going to take her virginity—and I know I am—I’m going to fucking earn it. When I sink inside her, I want to know I deserve it.

“Hunter…” My name is a plea on her lips, her breath ragged as she wraps her arms around my waist, her body pressed tight to mine.

“You win. I can’t fight this anymore, Faith.” I kiss and nip my way down her neck, her moans getting lost in a haze of sensation.

“Then, don’t. Take me. I’m yours.” My lips travel to the soft swell of her breasts, the remnants of her perfume light on my tongue.

“Not tonight. Not like this.”

“But, you said…” I wrap one arm around her waist and slide her beneath me, my knees nudging her thighs apart.

“Yes, you win. I’m going to fuck you. It’s as inevitable as the tide. But I’m going to show you how it can be. The anticipation. By the time I thrust my cock inside you, I won’t be taking your virginity, I’ll be the one fucking begging you for it. Got it?” Her hips move in time with mine. For the first time, she’s not in a hurry, clawing to get to the finish line. The tension in her muscles giving way to a sultrier rhythm—long, languorous, and enjoying the journey without a care for the destination.

The last time I was fully clothed and grinding on a girl, I was fourteen, but in this moment, I want nothing more than to drive her wild. This is going to be the longest foreplay of my life, and I know with assurance that when I finally succumb to her, she’s going to ruin me.