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Intense happiness swells inside my chest as he sets adeliciously slow rhythm, changing the pain into pleasure. Heat licks across my sweat-soaked skin as my breath starts to quicken.

Each stroke seems to force him deeper into my body, leaving this delicious fullness inside me. My lips part as I try to suck air into my starved lungs, and my orgasm starts to build. He rolls his hips in a motion that seems to heighten every sensation, and I close my eyes, just concentrating on what he’s doing to my body.

This is everything I imagined my first time would be.

He keeps up his delicious torment of my pussy until my climax hits. I pull the pillow over my head to stifle my cries as my back arches off the mattress, pushing him even deeper inside me. His hips stutter, and he throws his head back, his throat cording as he lets out his release.

For a moment, neither of us move, and then he collapses onto his hands, his chest heaving and his head low as he tries to catch his breath. When he lifts his gaze, I’m surprised at the softness in them.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

I swallow hard, trying to get some moisture back into my mouth. “Yeah, I’m perfect.”

He pulls out of my body, and I let out a whimper as the fullness I’d felt is suddenly empty.

As he steps back from the bed, I see the tinge of red covering the condom, and when I reach between my legs to run my fingers through my wetness, that’s tinged red too.

Proof that I’m not longer a virgin, and that I’ve given Mace that part of me.

He steps back, rolling the condom off his shaft and tying it at the end. Then he grabs my robe off the back ofthe door and pulls it on. I snicker, finding it hilarious how short it comes on his arms and how it barely wraps around his broad body. It’s also bright orange.

He raises a brow at me. “You look stunning,” I joke.

“I don’t want to run into your brother or sister naked.”

“Oh, good point. Where are you going?”

“I’ll be back in a second.”

He disappears through the door, and I sink back against the mattress, my body wrung out and exhausted. I can’t believe I just lost my virginity to Mace. My instinct is to tell Bella, to confide in my friend my happiness, and my stomach sinks when I realise that’s not an option.

The door reopens a moment later and Mace steps inside, closing it behind him. When he stalks towards the bed, he’s holding a wet cloth which he uses to wipe between my legs. Even though he’s just been inside my body and I rode his face, this somehow feels more intimate.

“I hate that I hurt you,” he murmurs.

“Trust me, the pain is the last thing I’m thinking about.” I stretch my arms over my head, feeling sated and happy. “Everything about that was a perfect first time.”

“First time, but not last time.”

He tosses the wet cloth onto the bedside cabinet before leaning over to kiss me. I get lost in him, wrapping my arms round his neck to pull him down on top of me.

When he’s had his fill, he climbs off the bed and pulls on a clean pair of boxer shorts from his bag while handing me one of his T-shirts. I slip it on over my head and climb under the covers while he gets in beside me, tugging me against his chest, his arm wrapping around me.

Safe in his hold, I sleep without waking.

TWENTY-FIVE

MACE

Wakingup with Maylie draped over me feels unreal. She’s curled on her side, nuzzled against me, soft snores escaping her mouth as she breathes deeply.

I smile, something I haven’t had a lot of call to do in the past. I don’t know why she hasn’t run for the fucking hills, but I ain’t going to question it either.

Slowly, I inch out of bed and pull on my underwear. I hate that I hurt her last night, but knowing I was the first one to have her unlocks some primal caveman thing inside me. I like knowing she’s only been mine, and I don’t care if that makes me a prick.

I leave the room quietly. I don’t hear any movement from the rest of the flat as I go to the bathroom and use the shower. The cubicle is filled with girly scented products, but I find stuff I assume is Toby’s and squirt the gel into my hand.

I can’t stop thinking about Maylie and the way she felt underneath me. Her body was made for sinning, and I can’t wait to sink into her again.

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