Page 47 of Shadowlands Sector

“No, you’re not really ready,” I announce. As much as my chest splinters and my rock-hard cock hurts like a bitch, I pull back. “We can try this another time.” I draw her legs closed and sit on the edge of the bed, looking away.

I scrub a hand over my moist mouth and chin, still drowning in her arousal, but I don’t want her remembering me this way.

“Dušan,” she whispers, her hand tenderly settling on my shoulder. “I’m just…” She clears her throat and I turn to face her. She’s completely naked and kneeling behind me. “It’s my first time. And”—she lowers her gaze—“I’m scared it’s going to hurt.” The vulnerability in her voice affects every inch of my body, sending a fierce surge through me.

I cup the side of her face and she leans into my touch. Looking into those heartfelt eyes, her ache is mine. I understand fear all too well. “It will hurt a little bit, but it will then hurt in an incredible way, I promise.”

“I want you. I want your help. I don’t want to die from my wolf. Please.” Her fingers press into my arm with desperation. She isn’t accepting defeat, but facing the truth.

A deep ache in my chest rattles, and I’m impressed that she finally comes to accept her situation. That my intention isn’t to just bed her, but to help her. I stare at the pleading in her eyes, at her messy dark hair, at her erratic breathing. I feel the energy between us in my bones.

“I will take care of you. You are mine now, Meira.”

Her eyes never leave mine. She clings on to me as she closes in and kisses me. Soft lips graze my mouth. She shivers against me. Her tenderness squeezes my heart. I still have to learn of her past. We all have darkness in our past, and I want to discover hers. I want to show her she’s no longer alone. I want her to feel safe.

“I need you, Dušan,” she says against my mouth.

“And you have me.” I kiss her back, one hand to the back of her head, the other on her arm. She tastes like the sweetest cherries. We kiss until she’s breathless, until I’m so lost, I forget how to breathe.

I guide her back onto the bed and she shuffles up, grinding into the mattress. I press my weight between her thighs and run my tongue down her neck, across her collarbone, tasting her salty skin. I take her nipple into my mouth, gently gnawing on it.

She writhes beneath me, her hips rocking back and forth, my cock sliding against her slickness.

She is so perfect moaning beneath me. Her body responds to my every touch. I collect the other breast into my mouth, taking my time, needing her desire to build back up, for her to be drunk with need.

The room swims in our scents. Her fingers dig into my arms, her groans grow louder. I stare at her beauty, and she holds my gaze as I slip my hand down between our bodies and rub her engorged clit. It drives her insane as she slides underneath me. Her little pussy so wet. She’s ready, so I press the tip of my dick to her entrance, feeling her soaking wetness. She gasps a bit, and the sound is an addiction.

“I promise to go slow at first,” I say. “I will never hurt what’s mine. Are you mine?” I ask, more to hear her say the words than anything. I already know it to be true.

She holds on to my arms, her wolf whining in her chest. She is so fucking arousing. When her lips finally part, a primal groan spills out. And I know she’s ready.

With a kiss, she wrenches her head forward to meet me, and I push gradually into her soft core.

“I’m yours,” she murmurs, holding herself still, watching me.

She is so tight, and the need to explode inside her thunders through me. My cock aches as I stretch her wider until my tip hits a soft barrier, and I know what that is. I am her first. I pull out and slid back in quicker this time, but not all the way. I need her close to coming, so she experiences less pain.

With her head tipping back, her throat is open and exposed to me. I watch her bouncing breasts, the tightness of her stiff nipples.

“Make it hurt more,” she demands, spreading herself wider. “Please.”

Goddamn, she is going to be the end of me. I lose all control around her. I am burning up, desperate to let myself sink in all the way.

“You smell so fucking beautiful.”

She digs her nails into my arm, and with each moan she unleashes, I push myself, I go deeper. I fuck her faster now and thrust right past the soft barrier, sliding all the way into her.

Her screams fill the room, her back arching, her walls clenching around me. I’m losing myself to her, but draw out, leaving just my tip inside her, eager to fill her over and over.

“Are you hurt?” I ask.

Her eyes flash open, her breaths racing, and I love how red her cheeks glow. “More. Don’t you dare stop.”

“Fuck, Meira.” I plunge back into her on a hard thrust, slapping into her.

She cries out as I hammer into her, pushing her, taking her, owning her.

Her scent curls around me like a blanket smothering me. And my wolf is right there, his energy intertwining with hers, roaring in my chest. He senses what belongs to us.

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