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I swallow hard, then brace my hands on his shoulders, and do as he says, ignoring the voice in my head telling me I’m insane to try this.

I really should have practiced with the Bliss Xtra while I had the chance.

His hand grips my nape. “Wider.”

I obey again, gasping when the thick head of his cock hits my clit, then I groan as he notches himself right at my entrance, pushing in the first half inch.

The intense stretch draws a cry of pleasure from me.

Oh fuck, he feels this good, and he’s barely even inside me?

Cade’s mouth captures mine, his kiss rough and demanding. Then he pulls back, pinning me with a searing look. “Now, show me how badly you need me. Sit on my cock.”

My heart lurches at his filthy command, and I’m moving before I can think. I slam myself down on him just as he thrusts up, and—

Everything stops.

Time freezes at the point where we’re joined, where searing heat meets blinding pain as his cock stretches me past breaking point.

“Fuck!” I cry out, my hands slapping against Cade’s shoulders, fingers clenching reflexively. My nails dig into his skin as my body burns from the overwhelming sensation.

It’s too much. He’s too much. My head falls against Cade’s neck, and without thinking, I bite him—hard. I sink my teeth into his skin again, latching on as if it might distract me from the pain.

Cade goes rigid beneath me. He doesn’t even flinch at my savage bites, though I feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles lock.

In the haze, I hear Saint growling in the background, the menacing sound cutting through my focus. He must have heard me scream blue murder.

“Go to bed, Saint!” Cade barks and the dog immediately retreats, his claws clicking faintly on the floor before disappearing.

Tears sting my eyes as my body shudders, unused muscles fluttering and clenching around him, instinctively working to take him deeper even as the burn spreads.

Fuck, it hurts.

Cade grabs me by the scruff of my neck and pulls me up to face him, his eyes blazing with disbelief—and something else that looks suspiciously like barely contained amusement.

“You have got to be kidding me,” he whispers.

Through tears and ragged breaths, I glare at him. “I will end you if you dare laugh at me, Cade Quinn.” The threat might carry more weight if I wasn’t impaled on him and trembling like a virgin sacrifice—which technically, I am.

His mouth twitches. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” Then he reclines back against the couch

“Alright, listen,” his hand trails up my side until he’s palming my breast, fingers very lightly closing around my nipple. “I’ve got you.”

Hisgentle touch soothes something inside me until my breathing steadies and the burning stops.

“You’re going to take my cock—every last inch. And you’re going to beg for more.”

The crude promise sends a bolt of painful pleasure inside me. He tilts my hips so I’m at an angle and then he’s stroking my clit, and holy fuck, it’s a thousand times hotter being stretched full of him.

I moan as my body yields, taking inch by impossibly thick inch until he’s completely filling me. Pain and pleasure war for dominance, but there’s something else too. The rapid bunching of the muscles beneath my grip.

Holy fuck. Cade is shaking.

“Cade?”

“You feel—Christ, I can’t fucking think,” he groans, his voice so gravelly it barely sounds human.

My fingers find his jaw, stubble rough against my palm. His pulse races under my touch—too fast, erratic. The unflappable asshole Cade Quinn is losing his ever-loving shit.