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She sits up a little, and casts me a shy smile as she fumbles with the fastening of my pants. I don’t help her; she wants to do this herself. She’s only nineteen. There are so many experiences she will never have. But I push the thought away.

Finally, when I’m at exploding point, she manages to unfasten my pants, and my cock is free. She stares at it, her tongue flicking out as she tugs my pants down over my hips.

I ache to be inside her. And I know she feels the same.

“Take your clothes off,” I murmur.

She’s still staring at my cock, but now she blinks and gives herself a little shake. Then she tugs her shirt over her head. She’s naked underneath, and my gaze goes to her breasts, small andperfect, with deep pink nipples, hard little points, that I need to taste. She gets to her feet, her hands moving to her waist and unfastening her pants. Kicking off her boots, she shimmies out of the pants to stand before me naked. She’s so beautiful, my mouth goes dry, and I swallow. I love the sharp curve of her waist, the swell of her ass, her slender thighs.

She considers me for a moment. I think about moving, taking control, but this is for her. Finally, she steps back so her feet are on either side of my hips and my cock jerks. I can see the sweet glistening of desire on her pouting outer lips as she lowers herself to her knees.

I gasp as she wraps her hand around my shaft, positioning me at the entrance to her body. I can feel the slick heat of her against the head of my cock. My hands clasp her hips as she slowly slides onto me, her eyes half closing, her lips parting.

“Oh,” she murmurs.

“Oh?”

“That feels so…good.”

Understatement of the fucking century.

“Just give me a moment,” she whispers.

“As many moments as you need, sweetheart.”

Her eyes widen at the endearment. “I’ll never get used to you calling me that.” She grins. “And sounding like you mean it.”

“I mean it.”

Then the smile fades, she shifts, and pleasure shoots through me from my groin to my heart. And the bond between us tightens.

I stroke my hands over the silky skin of her thighs, up over the smooth indentation of her waist, then I cup her breasts. I pull at her taut little nipples, tugging them between my finger and thumb, and her head goes back, showing the long line of her throat and the pulse of her blood beneath her skin.

She moans a low rumbling in her throat. “I need more.”

“You’ve already got all of me.”

She casts me a glance, then leans forward resting her palms on my chest, pushing herself up, agonizingly slowly. Tight muscles wrap around me, and the delicious friction is driving me wild. I can feel my control splintering, and I grit my teeth and clench my fists at my side.

She slides down my shaft, and my hips rise to meet her until I’m lodged once again deep inside her.

Fucking perfection.

Each slow, precise move of her body drives me higher. I can almost see the crimson bond stretching between us, connecting us. She lifts her head and sweeps back the curtain of her long hair with one hand and our gazes lock.

“I’ll remember this moment as I speak the words of the spell,” she says.

The spell that will destroy us all. “You can look into my eyes, and we will remember it together.” It will be the best moment of my life.

But suddenly I’m filled with a feeling that time is running out. Has already run out. I need to finish this, I need to feel her coming around me, I need to lose myself in her.

I grip her shoulders, and in one smooth move I roll her beneath me. I slide my hands beneath her to cup her ass—the ground is hard—then I shove myself into her. Her eyes widen and her legs wrap around me and her hips buck against me. “Please,” she says with a soft sigh.

It’s all the consent I need, and I’m pushing into her hard and fast, our gazes locked. I can feel the tension building in her, and I slow a little, grinding against her clit with each penetration. She throws back her head and screams as she comes hard, and I let go of the last of my control and spill myself inside her. The orgasm goes on and on as her muscles tighten around me.

But finally, her body goes still. For a second, I burrow my face against her throat, breathing in the sultry scent of jasmine. Then I twist so I’m lying beneath her.

Her breath is still tangled with mine. Her body warm and soft above me, her hands gripping my shoulders. Her long black hair curtains her face. I try—gods, I try—to hold onto this moment. To burn it into my memory. The feel of her. The scent of her skin. The sound of her heartbeat, wild and strong, like it won’t stop beating for anything. Even fate.