Page 103 of Severance

“God, you sound perfect,” Dakota whispers against my inner thigh, his lips lingering on my tender flesh, taunting me. His velvety voice vibrates against my skin. “I want to play you all night long.”

“Please,” I breathe out, tangling my hands in his hair. It’s silky to the touch and I love the twinges it causes when the tips of it brush over my stomach

“Did that feel good?” Dakota rasps, moving up until his face hovers above mine as his fingertips trace the lines of my chin and neck.

“There are no words. It feels incredible to be with you,” I tell him.

There’s a pool of wetness between my legs and my heart’s pounding like a drum. I’m nervous again, and I can’t seem to catch my breath.

Dakota lowers himself onto me, our chests pressed together, our heartbeats shadowing each other’s. He runs his palm over my hip and down my leg and hisses through his teeth. “God, I want to get lost in your body so badly.”

“I’m not stopping you,” I say, braving a small smile, but the truth is, I have no clue what to do to make him enjoy it. I almost asked Jess but ended up googling stuff, and now my brain has conveniently forgotten all the useful info.

“I’m so fucking gone for you.” Dakota laughs against my cheek and reaches out for the bedside drawer to grab a condom.

I still under his gaze as he rips open the package and rolls it down his erection.

“I promise I’ll be careful,” he says, settling back between my legs. His body looks perfect on top of me. Stunning and tempting.

“Okay.” A light tremor rushes through me, and I can feel a wave of panic brewing deep in my gut.

“Don’t be scared,” Dakota murmurs, palming my cheek. “Just relax.” His voice caresses my face.

He enters me gently, the weight of him holding me in place, filling me slowly until he comes to my barrier.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Yes. I am. I really want this,” I tell him.

He gives me a slight smile, and then he kisses me with everything he has as he pushes firmly yet carefully against my resistance until he’s all the way in.

It’s everything and nothing I thought it would be like. The pain is excruciating, more than I ever could have imagined. It’s almost too much to take, and I can’t make up my mind whether I hate becoming a woman or love it.

“Are you okay?” Dakota asks again, nuzzling the side of my face.

“Yes.” I nod, sinking my teeth into my lower lip to subdue the sob clogging my throat. Every bit of me trembles with agony. My vision blurs and my heart leaps into my throat as I try to breathe through it.

His lashes sweep over my cheek as he closes his eyes and kisses the corner of my mouth. “You’re so good.”

I clutch his sweaty neck and pull him against me. Then he tenses as he draws back and slides in again, allowing me to adjust to his size. His breaths are heavy and loud, his pulse racing. He’s so amazingly beautiful—I’ve never seen him this exposed before.

“God, you feel so fine.” He groans, rocking into me with strokes that are measured and calculated. His hips roll against mine slowly, creating a perfect rhythm that continues until strange waves of desire begin to surge through me. It still hurts, but it’s a hurt I can take.

“Here,” Dakota utters, grasping my thighs and spreading them wider as our bodies start to move together. Our moans loud, our chests heave as he thrusts faster and faster. It’s somewhat chaotic and I’m still nervous, but I like it. I like hearing him get to that point where he loses his breath for me. I like the feel of his every muscle growing tight when he shudders and stills. I like that I’m the one who makes him feel the way a man does when he comes. His release is sweet and wild. His body, slick with sweat, goes limp on top of mine, and we lie there for what seems like forever, panting and worn out.

“It gets better, beautiful,” Dakota whispers in my ear, pulling out of me. “I promise.”

I’m shaken up and my heart refuses to calm down. It feels like there’s a bleeding wound between my legs, and I’m scared to move because it hurts.

He rolls onto his side and tosses the condom into the trash can by his bed. “Are you okay?” His fingers skim over the curve of my breast.

“Yes,” I whimper, my eyes darting around to see if there’s anything I can cover myself with.

There’s a long pause where he just stares at me, his eyes shining with something new. Finally, he asks, “Do you want to take a shower?”

“Yes,” I say. “I’d like that.”

“Okay.” He slides from the bed and goes to his closet to grab a towel.

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