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“God, you’re tight.” Clenching around him, I want more, need driving every atom in my body.

“I need you inside me.” I reach between us, wrapping my hand around his cock for the first time. He’s big, and thick, and pulsing under my ministration. It’s a powerful sensation. I guide him to my entrance, his eyes trained on where our bodies meet. As his fingers pull back, he slides them up to my lips for me to taste.

Positioning him where I need him most, I suck his warm, wet fingers into my mouth, letting him watch how turned on I am. He pulls them slowly from my mouth before his lips crash down on mine, fierce and unrelenting. The taste of my arousal is mingling between us in a harsh but sensual cadence. His groans of pleasure are more than I can stand. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I attempt to force him inside, to take my virginity in one firm thrust, but he’s not going to let my hymen go out with a bang so unceremoniously.

“Do you trust me, Faith?” His eyes search mine. The most intimate moment I’ve had with another human being.

“Yes.” My voice is breathless. Unrecognizable.

“This is going to hurt, but I promise you, it’s going to feel so fucking good by the end. I’ll make sure of it.”

“Hunter…” My words are lost in a strangled scream as he slowly eases in, stretching me, forcing me to take every last glorious inch of his rock-hard cock.

“Try to relax, baby. I’ve got you. You’re as tight as a fucking drum. If you don’t unclench, I’m going to come in about three seconds flat.” I pull his lips to mine, digging my nails into his back.

It’s agony, delicious, with a shock of searing pain, and I love it.

“Holy fuck, Faith. You feel so fucking good.”

“Show me how amazing this can be.”

Circling his hips lets me adjust to the fulness of his cock before thrusting back and forth, the pain dissipating with each tantalizing movement. His lips course a trail of fire from my mouth to my neck and down to my breasts, flicking his tongue over my nipple before sucking in a breath of cold air and biting just hard enough to make me squirm. My hands are greedy to experience every inch of his skin, roaming the corded muscles of his broad shoulders, traveling the line down his back to the finest ass I’ve ever had to pleasure to grab.

“Faith…” My name on his lips is sexy as hell, releasing my body to move with his. A language that was foreign to me until this moment, my hips circle to meet his with a hunger so wild I can barely breathe. My skin is slick with sweat, the heat in his eyes only serving to switch the flame inside me into a firestorm.

“I want to hear you come, Hunter. I want you to lose yourself the way I have since the day I met you. Please, I need to know you want me the way I crave you.” Without another word, he sinks deep inside me. It’s a slow torture I’d gladly endure every minute of every day.

His breath is labored as he fights to keep any semblance of composure.

I watch in awe as he bites down on his bottom lip, sex dripping from every taut muscle in his body. He’s fighting to stay with me, desperate not to let go.

My body is lost to the pleasure, outweighing the sting of overwhelming fullness. Bracing his arms on either side of me, he reaches up to wipe my hair from my face—a tender moment in a sea of sensation. His gaze is fixed on mine, searching for something that feels more intimate than the physical act we’re currently sharing. Holding his thumb to my mouth, enticing me to open for him, I circle the tip with my tongue before he slides his hand between us, brushing it over my clit, gentle but demanding—firm. His hips are slow, sharp, and deliberate, leaving me wanting more.

“Don’t stop!”

“I’m going to feel you cream around me because you’re going to be screaming my name when I come, Faith.” There’s a sharpness to his voice, dangerous, sexy, and lethal to my self-control.

Teasing me to the brink, every nerve ending in my body sings, my muscles clenching tight as I fall head over heels.

“Hunter… oh shit. Fuck… yes. Yes!” I sink my teeth into his shoulder in an attempt to stifle my uncontrollable moans. And just like that, he lets himself fall over the edge with me. His pace quickens, a gentle lover given over to insanity. His groans become primal, his hips thrusting harder, faster, unrelenting as he chases his own release. He’s never looked more breathtaking than he does right now—his jaw tightening, his head thrown back as he screams my name, his warm, calloused hands pinning my hips in place as he draws every last drop of pleasure from my body.

“Jesus Christ, Faith. Fuck.” As his thrusts soften and become longer and languorous, I pull his face to mine, my lips finding his in an earth-shattering kiss, tears pricking at my eyes. As he withdraws, his body slumps at my side, and I’m left bereft at the loss of him. Suddenly empty, I’m craving the hard length of him inside me.

I can’t take my eyes off him, his arm draped over his face as he struggles to calm his breathing.

“Are you okay? Was that okay?” Inexperience evident in my questioning tone. My voice betrays me. A laugh escapes him, raspy and drenched in sex.

“I can’t feel my lips. They’re literally numb.”

“I… is that normal?” Turning to face me, his smile is brighter than I’ve ever seen. Young. Carefree.

“No.”

“Oh.” He runs his fingers down my cheek before pulling me in for a soft, sensual kiss.

“That was… you are… incredible. Holy shit. I came so fucking hard, it made my face numb. I can honestly say that’s a first for me.” He nibbles on my bottom lip, wrapping his arms around me, tucking me into the crook of his neck.

“I guess it’s a night of firsts for both of us, then.” Suddenly, I’m hyperaware of the gravity of this moment, silence hanging between us.

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