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I pump in and out a few more times, my legs shaking so much it’s embarrassing.

“Harder,” she whispers.

Holy shit.

The tenuous grip on my self-control snaps, and I slam all the way into her. A sharp cry tears from her throat, but it’s tempered by the husky notes of pleasure.

Gripping her by the hips, I put a foot on the bed to go deeper. Elena’s juices run down my cock. Her thighs are slick with the stuff. She takes every inch of me like a champ, but I need to see her face.

Pulling out, I turn her to face me, and my jaw nearly hits the floor. Elena’s cheeks are flushed with desire, and her lips are parted in longing. She loops her arms around my neck and starts to climb me like a tree.

Good God, I don’t deserve this woman. Ineverdeserved Elena. But when she wraps her soft legs around my waist,I grip her ass as hard as I can and try to lose myself inside of her.

My orgasm hits like an explosion, and my knees nearly give out. I drop her onto the bed before I collapse and bury my face in her breasts.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

JAKE

Elena’s wallsclench around me, milking every last drop of my cum. I don’t remember her climaxing, but judging by the rhythmic throb of her pussy, she came again at the exact same time.

As the heady postcoital fog begins to lift, panic edges in to greet me. I was supposed to take Elena’s virginity soft and slow, and instead I whipped her, plowed her from behind, and nearly brought down the walls with my fucking.

Shit.

Terrified of what I’ll find, I lift my head from her gorgeous tits. Elena’s still breathing hard and fast, but her eyes are closed.

“You all right?”

“Mmmhmm.” She sounds as content as a cat on a sunny windowsill.

“Did I —” I swallow down the dread rising in my throat. “Was I too rough?”

“No.”

Relief like I’ve never known floods through me, and I reach up to touch the side of her face. I tilt her head toward me, and she opens her eyes. “You’re sure?”

“Yes.” My mate grins and rolls her eyes. “I’m a little sore down there, but that’s it. It was —” She lets out a cackle. “—notwhat I expected.”

“Sorry I didn’t bring any rose petals. Or Rum Chata.”

Elena’s cheeks heat at my reference to her sixteen-year-old self’s drink of choice, and she gives my arm a playful smack.

“It wasn’t what I expected either,” I admit.

Something like anxiety flashes through her eyes, and she rises up onto one elbow. “Was it . . .” She presses her lips together. “I mean, I don’t really know what I’m doing. I’m sure I —” Elena breaks off and looks at the floor.

I realize how she must have interpreted my comment. She’s worried she didn’t “perform.”

“Lena,” I growl, giving her shoulder a squeeze. “Look at me.”

It’s a long moment before those brown eyes meet mine, and I wish she could feel just how intensely I burn for her. “You did amazing. You are . . .spectacular. I just meant that I never expected this to happen.”

A smidgen of relief crosses her face, but something else is bothering her.

“What is it?” I ask, running my finger down her breast and brushing over her nipple. The little bud pebbles up at my touch, and I can’t resist giving it a pinch.

“What you said before, about me being your mate . . . Doesn’t that entail . . .youknow . . .”