Page 34 of Branded By the Cowboy

She writhes, thighs trembling against my ears as I slip a finger inside her—slow, careful, letting her stretch around the intrusion.

“Fuck,” I breathe. “You’re so tight. So goddamn perfect.”

Another finger joins the first, curling inside her as I keep working her clit with my mouth. Her hips lift into me like she can’t get close enough. Her cries get louder, desperate, broken.

“Angus—I’m—oh God?—”

“I’ve got you,” I whisper. “Let go for me, Luna.”

She shatters.

Her body tenses, then shakes, her cries caught in her throat as her orgasm rolls through her in waves. I hold her through every tremble, every twitch of her thighs, licking her gently through the aftershocks until she pushes at my shoulders, too sensitive.

I kiss the inside of her knee before climbing back up her body.

She’s flushed, wrecked, beautiful.

I stand to strip the rest of my clothes off, fast and clumsy, then crawl back over her, chest to chest, skin to skin.

“I can’t wait any longer,” I rasp, gripping my cock and lining up at her entrance.

But when I start to push in, I feel it. Too tight. Too still.

“Luna…” My voice breaks. “Jesus. Are you?—”

Her eyes find mine, wide but steady. “It’s okay.”

I freeze. “Darlin’… are you a virgin?”

She nods once.

And everything inside me goes still.

The air leaves my lungs. I hadn’t expected that. Hadn’t evenconsideredit.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I trust you,” she whispers. Her voice is soft, but her smile is steady. “And I didn’t want you to stop.”

I drop my forehead to hers, bracing my weight on my arms, holding myself in check with everything I’ve got. “I should’ve gone slower. I should’ve?—”

“You’re here,” she says. “And I want this. Withyou. My husband.”

Hearing her call mehusbandhas a lump forming in my throat.

I kiss her again—slow and deep and full of things I’m too scared to say.

I pull out slowly and ease inside her again, inch by aching inch. Every muscle in my body locks as her walls flutter tight around me, her breath catching with every heartbeat.

“Fuck,” I whisper. “You feel like heaven. Tight, hot… perfect.”

Her hands grip my shoulders, nails biting into my skin. “It… burns a little.”

“I’ll stop?—”

“No.” Her voice is rough. Sure. “Don’t you dare.”

That makes me smile, even through the strain of holding back. “Bossy already, huh?”

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