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“Nothing hurts?”

Biting her lower lip and forcing my eyes to her mouth because of it, she nodded. “Maybe I should go back to my room.”

She didn’t say so because she wanted to. She mentioned it because she worried that that was what I wanted. Anyone else and I’d tell them to feel free to leave. With her, I couldn’t say it. Not when she’d take what I said to heart. Not when she clearly enjoyed our time together, and whatever bothered her before was made ten times worse by what we’d done.

I was a bit ashamed of how dominating I’d come across for her first time. I’d lost control and fallen into old habits, saying things far dirtier than a teenage girl would be used to. I hadn’t been gentle, or really even kind. I’d proven to her that all men were beasts, and for some reason, that didn’t sit right with me. The very idea of V thinking I was some sort of sex-crazed asshole made me desperate to prove otherwise.

“Stay,” I said softly, going onto my side. I wrapped an arm around her waist and breathed in her sweet mint scent. “Don’t leave just yet.” Leaning closer, I closed my eyes. “Not unless that’s what you want.”

Her pulse thundered in my ears and her inability to hide her gasp set my cooling body on fire.

I shouldn’t.

Her small hand reached tentatively out to my chest, and when I didn’t move away, she flattened her palm over my heart and relaxed inside my embrace. “I...I can stay.”

Don’t do it.

My eyes shot open, finding her hazel gaze full of desire and confusion beaming back at me.

Fuck. I’m going to do it.

Yanking her forward, I covered her mouth and kissed it with abandon, disregarding what it meant and sure I’d pay the price later.

It was the worst decision I could make to kiss her again, but I couldn’t find the strength to deny it anymore. I wanted her, even when it’d complicate everything. Even when it’d likely go against all my personal credos and interests.

So much for proving I’m not a beast.

Her mouth responded eagerly. With practiced grace, I rolled on top of her and spread her legs with one of my hands. I worked quickly to remove the clothes she’d only just put back on. I tasted her sweet, seductively smooth skin and licked everywhere within reach. I reacquainted myself with all her most sensitive areas, teasing her skin to a vibrant, intoxicating red.

“Phil,” she breathed, praying my name, and I’d never loved the way someone said my name so much.

Swiftly, I smothered the chorus of moans she gave way to when my fingers sunk inside her to the third knuckle. I was determined to give her more pleasure than she could handle.

Without the serum, prep wasn’t necessary, but I loved the sounds she made. I loved how V didn’t hold back. She voiced her appreciation, and it was a major turn-on.

I broke the wrapper of the condom open with my teeth and unrolled the latex over my rock-hard cock.

It wasn’t often I was forced to concentrate not to move too quickly, but with V, it was every time. She could match my speed, but I was determined to give it to her slow and gentle.

I wanted her to know I could be an attentive lover, just like a certain obnoxious wolf.

Slow. Steady. Take your time.

Her fingers dug into my arms as she anchored herself to me, the pleasure of my cock inside her nothing either of us was prepared to feel. It wasn’t anything like the first time. I could see it in her body and expression that the pleasure took her by complete surprise, and every sound that left her mouth was both utterly overcome and desperately afraid.

I hushed her, kissing her neck and slowly rocking my hips. “It’s okay. Just hold onto me. Breathe if you have to.”

Her face contorted, but she did as I said and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. Then her hips swiveled anxiously, clearly not sure what to do. “It feels so much stronger...” she whispered hotly, not realizing the effect her words had on me.

Damn. Slow. Keep it slow.

Thankfully, I managed to slow down and gently guide her through the intense stimulation. Soon, she moved in time with my thrusts and seemed less afraid of the pleasure. Still, I took it as slow as I could. But as she started to get more confident in her own movements, it was more difficult to maintain control. After only a few minutes, V arched off the bed and tightened around me impossibly.

“Phil!”

I swallowed, mouth bone-dry, and stared at her, mesmerized by her gorgeous body. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever had beneath me, and I couldn’t pretend she wasn’t anymore.

Flushed, she giggled in a rasp not natural to her voice. “Done?”