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Would he want that?

Before I can form the words, he’s sitting up again and reaching for me. His kiss is firm and demanding, releasing me from coherent thought. I go soft all over except between my legs, where I’m hard and dripping.

“I’ve been turned on since the second I saw you,” he groans into my mouth. “All dressed up, ready to be worshipped — you’re unbelievable.”

My fingers find his nipples, eager to prove I can learn. I pinch and he gasps. His hands tighten on me. Then they drift down my back, over my wings, which shudder under his firm grip. Finally his hands land on my ass and he squeezes, pulling it open gently, a hint of what’s to come. I bury my face in his neck, overwhelmed with need.

“Shit, I don’t have condoms,” he murmurs.

I shake my head, not understanding.

“Protection. Humans use protection so we don’t transmit diseases to each other.”

“Human diseases won’t affect me.” I arch against him and he hisses.

“I’m clean anyway. I’ve been tested since the last time I was with anyone. I don’t have lube either, but you’re —” A finger slides into my slit. “So wet.”

“I trust you.” I pant into his skin. I’d trust him with anything right now. “Do it. Please.”

He presses his lips to the side of my face wordlessly as his fingers dip into my secret pouch. Then they’re gone, and I feel them press against my hole.

Something cool runs down the inside of my thigh. There’s pressure, so much that my chest aches. I’m being invaded. My thighs tense. My body clenches up.

“Ah!”

Ezra’s hand runs up and down my side frantically. “Shh. Breathe.”

I try to follow his instructions, but I can’t push back the panic. I squeeze the flesh under my hands and he grunts.

The pressure disappears.

“It’s okay,” he whispers.

Disappointment claws at my throat. “Just do it,” I beg.

“Baby, no.” He grips my chin, forcing me to look him in the eye. “Never let anyone force it. Okay? I’m gonna do it right, and if it’s too tight we can work up to it slowly.”

I push my hair out of my face, embarrassed by his intense stare. “I understand.”

I’m not young by any means, and the world has given me a cold awakening — I should be beyond embarrassment over something like this. A human as gorgeous as Ezra has probably had a dozen lovers, and I’m aching to be good for him.

“Here.” He shows me the tie from my robe. “Can I try something?”

I nod silently. He lays the silk over my eyes and ties it around the back of my head, tight enough to sit flush but still comfortable. It’s cool against my skin. Light comes through faintly, but everything is gauzy blue.

“How’s that?” His fingers trail along my jaw and I shudder.

“It’s like being on stage,” I mumble. There, I know all eyes are on me but I can’t see past the lights. I’m able to sink into my own head and simply perform. “It’s good.”

Ezra makes a satisfied noise. “Tell me if it stops being good.”

This time when his fingers brush my entrance, I melt without thought. The pressure comes again.

“Bear down,” he whispers in my ear.

I focus, remembering how good it felt when his tongue was inside me. Then I’m full, a firm, intense finger sliding deep. I cry out. His mouth is on mine in an instant, swallowing my air.

“You’re doing good,” he gasps, pulling away. A strange feeling is happening in my hole, a stretching, pulling sensation. “I’m opening you up now.”