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She nods as I lean down to capture her lips, pressing her back onto the bed. My body settles against hers, the heat between us almost unbearable, but as I slip my finger back inside her, she’s so fucking tight, I need to make her come again.

Sliding down her body, I trail kisses over her stomach, her hips, and finally to her thighs, spreading her open for me once more. My hands press into the soft curve of her hips as I take her in, marveling at how utterly beautiful she looks like this—flushed, trembling, and completely bare for me.

“Hudson, wait…”

I glance up at her, my breath warm against her as I murmur, “You didn’t think I was done, did you?”

Like she’s in a state of awe, she sighs, a smile curling her lips as her hands tangle in the sheets. Reveling in her reaction, I lean forward and my tongue finds her with ease. Her body arches, a gasp escaping her lips as I lose myself in her again, determined to bring her to the edge as many times as I can.

Chapter eight

Daphne

Canyoudiefromtoo much pleasure?

Because tonight might be the night I find out.

It’s also the night I’m losing my virginity to Hudson, this impossibly beautiful boy who makes me feel more alive, more wanted, than I ever thought possible. Not that he knows that. I almost told him earlier, but I didn’t want to scare him off. This isn’t some kind of claiming where I become obsessed with him. This is sex between two adults, and it works out so much better this way. Once we’re done, he goes back to his life and wants nothing more from me, and I go back to mine. This is exactly what I needed. And I trust him, I might’ve only met him tonight, but I do.

“Hudson,” I breathe, my voice catching as my body thrums with sensation. “Please…”

“Come for me again, princess,” he murmurs as his lips brush against my ear. That damn nickname doing ungodly things to me. “Let me feel you squeeze my fingers one more time. I need you soaked.”

His words are pure sin, but there’s a tenderness within them that sets him apart. I’ve been close with others before, but this… This feels different. Hudson makes me feel cherished, like I’m the center of his world, even if just for a fleeting moment. But even now, as his fingers work their magic the way only vibrators have in the past, he’s watching me, studying my reactions, ensuring I’m with him every step of the way.

When his fingers curl just right, a burst of pleasure overtakes me, my release hitting hard and fast. “Hudson!” I cry out, my back arching as waves of sensation ripple through my body.

He gives me a moment to recover, his lips trailing soft kisses along my collarbone. “You’re incredible,” he whispers against my skin, voice thick with awe.

I manage a shaky laugh and meet his gaze. “I’ll give you a solid eight out of ten for that.”

The intensity in his eyes steals my breath. It’s as if he’s memorizing every inch of me, every sound I make, and it’s overwhelming in a way I’ve never experienced before. “Eight out of ten? That’s all? I’m wounded.”

“I guess we have time for you to redeem yourself.”

My hand finds its way to him, sliding down his chest to wrap around his length. He’s big and thick, and I’m suddenly nervous about all of this. Then, his sharp intake of breath and the way his body tenses under my touch send a thrill of confidence through me. I want him so badly. I’m joking about the eight out of ten, and he knows it. He’s a ten, easily.

He groans, a deep sound that makes heat pool between my thighs all over again. “I told you, princess, if you keep that up,” he warns, his lips curving into a crooked smile, “it’ll be over before we even begin, and I’m already only an eight, I’ve got work to do here.”

I bite my lip, a playful smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. “Then maybe you should stop talking and work on improving your score.”

His laugh is soft, just like the smile he shines my way.

Reaching over to his discarded jeans, he finds a condom in his wallet, his movements deliberate but unhurried. “Are you sure?” he asks as he pauses to look at me.

My chest tightens at his caring demeanor. It’s this, his gentleness, his respect, that makes me certain. “I’m sure,” I say, my voice steady. “I want you, Hudson.”

His smile shifts, turning feral, and the raw desire in his expression ignites something just as hungry deep within me. “Good.” Leaning closer, his lips brush mine as he speaks. “Because I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you. I want to feel that perfect pussy of yours clench around me. You’re about to learn just how good it feels to be mine.”

My heart pounds so hard I can feel it in my throat. Am I ready for this? The question lingers briefly, but it’s swallowed by the way he says my name, the raw need in his voice. He doesn’t just want me; he craves me. And somehow, that gives me the certainty I didn’t even realize I needed. Nerves flutter in my stomach, but they’re drowned out by the certainty in his eyes and the steady warmth of his touch. I know this is right. I know he’s right.

With another lingering kiss, he rolls the condom on. Then he’s moving between my legs, his weight comforting as he presses against me.

“Relax,” he soothes as his hands trail along my sides. The scent of him, spicy but sweet, with a hint of me, infiltrates my head as I take a deep breath. When he begins to push forward, the stretch is intense, and I stiffen instinctively. His hand finds mine, fingers lacing together, pressing into the mattress as he whispers, “I’ve got you. Just breathe.”

I do, letting out a shaky breath as my body adjusts to him. He’s patient, giving me time, his eyes never leaving mine. When he’s fully seated, the connection is overwhelming.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he whisper-hisses before looking at me. “You okay?”

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