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“I know you will, but I want it to be good for both of us. Our first time should be special.”

He looks nervous but excited.

I press my body against his. “Now, when do you bite me?”

“Soon. I need to get you ready for me first.”

“How?”

“Get naked,” he orders.

I reach for my shirt, the mating heat causing a fire in my veins as I tug it over my head and drop it to the floor. Miles groans, his eyes glowing in the dim light as he stares at me.

I push my yoga pants down and kick them aside.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he whispers reverently.

“Far from it,” I snort.

His eyes darken and lock with mine. “Mabel, you’re perfect. Your curves? Fuck, they undo me.”

My cheeks heat as Miles rips his shirt off and tosses it aside. His hands drop to his jeans, and he unbuttons them, pushing them down his thick thighs. His boxers go with them, and I gasp when I see his cock.

“Miles, I don’t think this is going to work,” I blurt.

“What?”

I point at his dick and then look at him with wide eyes. “That is not going to fit into any part of me.”

He grins. “Oh, it will.”

“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one who has to stretch to fit a freaking tree limb into her body.”

That has him full-on laughing as he pulls me into his arms. “It’s not that big,” he insists.

“It really is,” I mumble.

“We’re made for each other. It’ll fit. We’ll fit.”

He kisses me, his hands roaming over my body, and I relax as I get lost in him. He unhooks my bra, and it lands on the floor between us.

“Fuck,” he groans as he cups my breasts.

I moan as his fingers toy with my sensitive nipples, arching into his touch. “It feels so good.”

Miles dips his head and kisses my neck, then down my chest. He’s almost squatting, and I laugh at the height difference.

“Here,” he says, pushing me onto the mattress.

I gasp as I bounce on the soft bed, and he grins as he comes down over me. Then his hands are back on my body, mapping my curves as his lips trail over my skin.

He sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, and I cry out at the heat of his tongue stroking me.

“Easy,” he mutters.

His weight presses me into the mattress, and I wish I’d taken my underwear off before we got in this position. I can feel his hard length, but not as much as I want or need to.

My hips rock against him, and I groan in frustration. It feels good, but it’s not enough.