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“Try me,” I say, biting my lower lip.

“We’ve only just met in person. I’m a monster. I… I know that all those things you said weren’t real. I know that my attraction to you was entirely one-sided. But Gods, Emma, seeing you here, you’re so beautiful it hurts. Makes me want something I know I can’t have.”

“Who says you can’t have it?” I reach up to place my hand on his cheek and watch his pupil expand at my touch. Heat simmers inside me as I make contact. God, I want him so badly. “I wasn’t lying last night. I felt it too.”

Fuck, it’s been so long and he’s so big and kind and sexy. I’m being beyond reckless, but I only have one life to live. I’ll regret not doing this for the rest of my life if I don’t go for it.

I lean in and brush my lips against his, savoring the small gasp it elicits. “Can we go somewhere private?”

CHAPTER 7

REN

Mango yowlsin dismay as I stumble and knock a picture frame off the wall, but Emma’s lips sucking on my throat are far too much of a distraction for me to care. I tighten my grip on her plush hips as I carry her to my bedroom and the heat of her cunt presses against my stomach with her legs wrapped around me.

She followed me back to my house from Nightlight, and the whole time I kept checking my rearview mirror to see if she’d finally come to her senses and fled, but she didn’t. The second we got inside and I let my glamor down, she was on me, leaping up into my arms and pressing hot kisses against every inch of my bare skin she could find.

I’m drunk and I didn’t even touch my beer. Head fuzzy with disbelief and lust, I do my best to set her down on my bed gently and not tumble over on top of her. My bed is specially made for my size, and seeingEmma plopped in the middle of it, surrounded by an ocean of mattress, emphasizes how different we are.

Stepping back, I scrub my hand over my face and try to sober myself. We need to slow down. For all I know, Emma is in shock and once that wears off, she’ll be horrified. Or she’s drunk. She was at Nightlight. Fuck, I let her drive here.

She gives me a concerned head tilt, her hands pausing where they’ve started to hike her sweater up over her head. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re drunk,” I sigh, feeling every bit the monster I am. I didn’t smell alcohol on her breath, but maybe she used a mint or something.

Emma’s brow pinches together. “Uh, no, I’m not.”

“But you were at the bar.”

“I didn’t have any alcohol.” She gives me a soft smile, moving up onto her knees and reaching out to take my hand in hers. The feeling of her voluntarily holding my hand makes flutters of excitement and longing burst to life in my stomach. “I’m really into you, Ren. I’ve had a lot of bad, scary shit happen in my life and that taught me that when I want something, I need to go for it right away.”

I want to ask her about the bad things, to know her pain so I can find a way to soothe it, but even I’m not dumb enough to focus on that rather than the gorgeous woman on her knees before me.

“You want me?” I ask, my voice so rough it sounds like I’ve been gargling with rocks.

“Yeah. So I’m going to seize the opportunity with both hands. Which I’ll probably need for you, big guy,” she says with a wink, her eyes dropping to the obscene bar of my erection, as long as her forearm and definitely thicker.

“I won’t fit,” I croak in dismay. “Not unless… fuck, I’ll be right back!” I grab her hand connected to mine and press a hurried kiss to it.

Emma’s eyes blow wide. “What? Where are you going? If I’ve made you uncomfortable, I’ll leave. If we’re moving too fast, we can slow?—”

“N-no! Not too fast.” Fuck, I wish I were already making her come on my tongue, but if she wants more than my tongue and my fingers, if she wants my dick anywhere near her sweet pussy, I have to get something to help make it remotely possible. “I need to go pick something up so we can…”

“Oh! I have a condom in my purse…” Emma’s eyes drift down to my cock again and she giggles. “Nevermind, I don’t think it’ll fit. I’ve got an IUD, so no need to worry about babies.”

I almost choke at the thought of her plush body growing even riper with my child. Humans and giants can’t procreate without a lot of help from magic, but my leaking cock doesn’t care.

“And I was tested after my last partner,” Emmacontinues, unaware of how I’m stuck on the thought of breeding her. “That was about a year ago, but I can probably dig up the email…”

“I trust you,” I say immediately, chest swelling with warmth that she’s taking our safety seriously. “Also, I’m a giant with a really powerful constitution, so I can’t get any STIs …Wait, a year?” I want to smack myself for asking such a rude question. Like I have any room to judge. I haven’t had sex since I moved to Moonvale eight years ago.

Emma laughs again. “Yep. I’ve been so busy with camming and helping my dad and brother with various things that I didn’t have it in me to worry about dating.”

So she’s single. I mean, I’d assumed she was because she’s in my bedroom ready to have sex with me, but it’s nice to have confirmation. Not that it means anything. Sex doesn’t mean she wants to be my girlfriend.

Shit. I want more with Emma, or at least a shot at more. She’s so charming, and even more enchanting in person, that it’d destroy me if I got the chance to be intimate with her and then never saw her again.

I’m not a one-night stand kind of guy. I want romance. I want a connection. And I feel the tentative thread of that kind of connection with Emma because of the time we’ve spent interacting through her streams, but doubt she does. She probably just wants the novelty of the giant cock.