Page 251 of The First Time

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Blake plants his hands outside my shoulders. He pushes into me. He goes deeper.

The discomfort fades.

I'm just full.

Whole.

Instinct takes over.

I arch my hips to push him deeper.

I go to bring my arms around him, and my wrists catch on the restraints. I'm not in control. Blake is.

It makes my sex clench.

Which makes him growl.

His lips press against my neck. Then his teeth. A soft scrape. Then a harder one.

It hurts, but in a good way. Like he's claiming me. Like I'm his.

His hips shift against me.

He moves faster. Harder. It hurts for a minute, then it feels so damn good.

I arch my back, meeting his movements, pushing him deeper.

It feels so good.

So right.

This is why people write pop songs. This is why people go to war. This is why people hand over their body to a near stranger.

This is everything.

His nails scrape against my thighs.

It hurts, but that's not what grabs my attention. No, it's this animal version of Blake.

I let my eyelids press together.

I surrender to sensation.

Everything mixes together—pain, pressure, pleasure, need.

His breath speeds. His thighs shake.

His lips part with a sigh.

He's almost there.

I don't know how I know, but I do.

He's about to come and it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

It spurs me on.

The tension in my sex winds tighter.

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