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I took another deep, shaky breath. “I’m saying… I want you. I want you to fuck me. And I mean it this time.”

Sebastian’s eyes shuttered ever so briefly as he exhaled, like he was searching for control. When he opened them again, hewasn’t justlookingat me. His eyes were devouring me, ablaze with need and lust.

“You’re sure about this?” he said in a low voice, chest rising and falling in harsh, rapid breaths. “You know there’s no going back after.”

I nodded, knowing he was right. Once I gave him my virginity, there was truly no going back. Every last ounce of my innocence would be gone… and that was exactly what I wanted. Not as some sort of twisted penance for my terrible sins against Sebastian; no, it was for both of us, and I’d never wanted something so badly in my life.

Even the need I experienced the other day—when I’d begged for him until my throat was hoarse as desire dripped down my legs—paled in comparison to the need I felt now. It was alive in me, hot and pulsing and desperate.

“I don’t want to go back,” I said breathlessly. “I’m staying with you.”

I didn’t have time to take another breath before he kissed me again, lips bruising their way from my mouth to my ear, all along my jaw and back down to my chin. The roughness of the kiss and the scratch of his stubble on my soft skin made the warmth pooling in my core burn even hotter, my arousal dripping down my thighs.

Every inch of my body was trembling in anticipation of what Sebastian was going to do to it, and I knew I was ready. I’d wanted this,cravedthis, for so long, and I couldn’t hold out a second longer.

He reached between my legs, letting out an approving growl. “Fucking soaked,” he gritted out before kissing me again.

There was a rustling sound as his free hand worked at his pants, and then both hands were back on my ass, grabbing handfuls of my flesh as he lifted me in the air. I gasped as hethrew me down on the bed and roughly spread my legs, and then I cried out as he forced himself inside me in one violent thrust.

“Mine,” he ground out, pushing in deeper. His hips pulled back for a moment, and then he shoved them forward again, forcing another whimpering cry from my mouth.

I thought it would hurt, but the loud, incoherent sounds escaping me had nothing to do with pain. The stretch of his cock inside me coupled with his fingertips rubbing between my legs already had me teetering on the brink of an orgasm, ready to tumble into ecstasy.

“Fuck…” he panted, quickening his movements. “Look at you, already taking me so well. So tight but so wet.”

“Yes,” I gasped. “For you.”

“You feel so fucking good,” he muttered against my ear. “So. Fucking. Good.”

My lower belly swooped and fluttered, and I felt my muscles clenching around him until I was ready to burst. Just as my climax exploded through me in hot waves, he lifted my legs, holding them up so he could reach an even deeper angle.

“You’re not just coming once, Rose,” he growled. “You’re going to come again and again until I tell you it’s over. Now scream for me, baby girl.”

Every brush of his fingertips against my clit made me cry out, my slick pussy shuddering around his cock as it drove inside me again and again. “Yes!” I screamed. “More!”

He rubbed me hard and fucked me even harder, making me twitch and whimper as my mind melted and spiraled into thoughtless bliss. My clit was so swollen and sensitive that it hurt, but somehow that ache heightened my pleasure, making helpless whimpers spill from my lips with wild abandon.

When I came again, screaming Sebastian’s name, he still wasn’t done with me. He pulled out and flipped me around, roughly maneuvering me onto my hands and knees and pressingon my back until I was arched and ready for him. Then he drove into me from behind, grunting out his pleasure as his hands held onto my hips hard enough to leave bruises.

I exploded around his cock again, screams morphing into strangled, breathless whimpers. He growled and pulled out of me, releasing a hot spray of cum across my back. When he was finished, he leaned down and grabbed me by the jaw, pushing my head to the side so I was forced to look up at him. “You’re really mine now, Rose. All mine.”

I nodded, suddenly overcome with emotion. “Yes,” I whispered to him, feeling a tear slip down my cheek. “I’m yours.”

25

Rose

Sebastian laynext to me on the narrow bed, one arm wrapped around me. The other—the injured one—rested carefully at his side, blood still seeping through the enormous bandage that lay beneath his shirt. It needed to be changed and washed with some sort of antiseptic fluid, just to be safe, but he looked so exhausted that I couldn’t bear to wake him just yet.

Instead, I lay beside him, mind whirling.

Just a few hours ago, I’d told myself I was absolutely sure about everything; that I wouldn’t regret anything or change my mind about my decision to have sex. But now… here I was, already questioning things and quietly running through everything that had happened, over and over.

I could still hardly believe that my virginity was gone. I thought I would feel different somehow. Like a new person. But I still felt exactly the same, mentally and physically. I wasn’t sore. I hadn’t even bled.

I wondered what that said about me. Was my body fundamentally broken? Was this meant to happen all along, and the Entity had spared me the expected first-time blood and pain as some sort of sign that this was right for me?

No, Rose. Don’t be stupid.

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