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“Tell me.”

“I want your… your cock.”

“Inside you?”

“Please. I want it so fucking bad.”

I lowered my face towards hers until our lips brushed.

“My needy little slut.”

She shuddered, then whined as I tipped the head down to rest at her entrance. This was as big of an occasion for me as it was for her. I’d never fucked anyone I’d been sexually attracted to. And I’d never been so turned on in my life.

It would be her first experience with someone she wanted since she was freed.

I took a moment to appreciate the gravity of it all before I shunted my hips forward and buried the head of my dick inside her.

My teeth gritted at the sensation, preventing a groan from leaving my mouth. I almost didn’t know what to do with myself. Whether to keep going or to stop and experience this for as long as I possibly could. Theia’s hips shifting underneath me saved me from making a decision. She wanted more, so I gave it to her. It was slow, drawing out every second, every inch until she was panting and gripping the bed sheets below us. I wanted those delicate hands on me. Tearing one from the covers, I placed it around my back. Theia’s fingers spread out across my skin, urging me on with a small push.

Our eyes were locked together. It was impossible to look away. Our connection fed me. I might revel in the physical intimacy of all of this, but it was the emotional one that caught me first. The way she’d opened up to me and me to her, even though we were both fucking terrified of doing so.

One final thrust seated me inside her. Then I didn’t want slow and gentle any longer. I wanted rough kisses, no mercy, and all the beautiful sounds of pleasure she made.

My mouth landed on hers as I pulled back and pushed in again. Her fingers dug into my back, a small moan erupting from her throat. Fuck, she felt so good. I finally understood why so many people were driven half-crazy with lust for another person as I gave it to Theia. Drove into her again and again as if my life depended on it. Because it kind of did. At least, right then, it did. I couldn’t pull myself away even if I tried.

Theia turned her face away from mine, her other hand coming up to wrap around my shoulder.

“Harder,” she whispered as she buried her face in the covers. “Please. I need it.”

I pressed my mouth against her throat.

“Then turn over, and I’ll make sure you never forget the feel of me inside you.”

She choked on her own breath as I reluctantly pulled away from her. Theia flipped over, presenting herself to me on her hands and knees. I gripped her hip and slid inside her again, unable to help the groan leaving my mouth. When she looked back at me, I saw the heat and need in her eyes, so I gave her what she’d asked for.

Pulling back, I slammed into her, listening to the way our skin slapped together and her almost keening sounds of pleasure. I wasn’t gentle as I took her, using her hip as my anchor.

“More,” she whined. “Please, just fuck me. I don’t care about coming. All I need is this.”

I leaned over her and wrapped my hand around her throat, not stopping in pace.

“Do you want me to use you, Theia? Use you formypleasure like a little slut?”

“Yes,” she panted, her hands curling into the covers.

“You’ve been such a good girl, taking everything I’m giving you and asking for more.”

My fingers tightened around her throat as I continued to pound into her pliant body. She was arching into me, pushing back to show me how much she wanted it. I pressed my lips to the shell of her ear and kept my punishing pace.

“I want to tie you to my headboard,” I whispered.

She moaned. I could feel the vibrations of it against my hand.

“And make you intomyobedient little slut.”

“Gil.”

It was a desperate cry, one that spoke to my entire soul. This wasn’t only sex. It was healing for her and eye-opening for me. A meeting of two broken people who wanted to find solace in each other without judgement. Without the world intruding on such an intimate moment.

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