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“Yeah. Make me believe you want this. Describe what you want.”

She reached for my wrist, wrapping her delicate fingers around my flesh and holding it in place. “Touch me. Use your fingers and pump them inside me. I want you to make me come.”

Hmmm. Not bad. “And your clit?”

Her hand slid down her stomach before dipping lower to rest over her clit. “I’ve got that part.”

Damn. “Good Girl,” I praised before giving her exactly what she wanted. I never broke that relentless stare we both seemed to hold and need.

When her thighs began to shake, she moaned my name. Not Cuckoo. The name she’d known me as a boy. Fuck. It was naughty, taboo, and it fucking turned me on.

“Rain.”

Rain. The name that my foster father said tainted me. A name only given to an unlovable and unruly child. The same name associated with dark skies, misery, and bad omens. My entire existence had been summarized by cruel words and mental breakdowns.

And then there was my angel. My sweet, innocent Katrina.

She touched me when no one else would. She gave me compassion when only disgust and hate had formed. She brought light into the darkness.

Katrina trusted me, cared for me,lovedme.

She did back then, and she did now. I needed her to realize I’d always loved her, too. Was that love romantic? Now, yes. Back then, no. It had been born out of necessity. A coping mechanism that we both latched onto because we had nothing and no one else.

Her soft, warm brown eyes remained on me as I removed my fingers, licked the slick from her pussy from every digit, and then draped my body over hers.

“I need you, Katrina.”

“Show me, Rain. Let me feel what it’s supposed to be like between consenting adults.”

Fuck. “I will,” I promised, kissing her pillow-soft lips.

When I entered her, I could tell it was all new to her.

“It hurts.” She bit her lip. “But I want more.”

Maybe I was corrupting my sweet angel and tarnishing her halo a little.

I began to move, picking up speed and thrusting harder because I never felt anything more perfect than her tight, welcoming pussy. Using one hand to leverage myself on the mattress, I used the other to caress her skin, roaming every inch within range. When I slid down her belly and over her clit, she jolted.

“Feel good?”

Katrina nodded.

“I’m going to make it even better.”

“Faster,” she pleaded, gripping my arms as her nails dug in.

We lost ourselves in one another. A bomb could have gone off outside her home, and neither of us would have noticed. Our kisses grew hungry. Our touch needy.

And when she came, I joined her, unable to hold back as I shuddered. I filled her, giving her all of me. I’d never done that before, never had unprotected sex. There would never be any barrier between us.

Pulling out, I rolled to the side and rested my back against her pillows. My hand reached out, and she didn’t hesitate to rest her head over my heart, one leg snug between my thighs.

“Well?” I asked. “Worth the wait?”

I could feel her smile against my skin. “Yeah.”

It was then that I noticed my crow’s kraa filling the sky. His joy filled my heart as I held my woman close.