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“Look at you soaking my hand like a good girl,” he breathes against my skin as he moves up my body one kiss at a time.

He captures my mouth with his as he walks us toward the bed. The backs of my calves hit the edge of the bed before my body falls onto it. My elbows prop me up as I watch him slowly pull down his bottoms. His impressive length bobbing out, to standat attention as my mouth drops open at the sight. He smirks at me as he steps out of the pants. “See why I said we needed to take it slow.”

I watch his hand stroke along the length as he buts up against his swelling knot. The knot that doubles the width of his dick. There’s no way that is going to fit inside of me. My eyes bulge as his hand wraps around it and squeezes. His hand that barely wraps around it, I might add.

“That’s not going to fit!” I squeal as I scramble up the bed to the pillows.

He chuckles as he crawls after me, grabbing my knees and pushing them apart. “Oh, it’s going to fit. I can promise you that. Don’t you remember? We are fated for each other. There is no way we won’t fit together in every way,” he growls as his knees slide under my thighs.

I shake my head from side to side and say, “That monster is going to split me in half.”

“Well, you did say you were into monster romance,” he chuckles as his hand wraps around his dick, aiming it at my seam. It glides along my slick, building anticipation.

He pumps forward quickly, dipping the head into me, before pulling back just as quickly. Repeating the motion a few times only further winds me up. My fingers wind into the comforter as I look for anything to hold onto.

His left hand moves to rest above my shoulder as he looks into my eyes. “I want one night to worship at your altar, Rose. One night to apologize for the pain. A night to wash away every bad memory and replace each with a blissful moment between us. Let me show you how I will worship you.”

I nod my head, afraid to speak.

He pushes forward slowly, allowing my body the time to adjust to him. I can feel the burn as I spread to accept him into my body. He never takes his eyes off mine, making this feel more than just a connection of our bodies, but the connection of our souls. As he keeps pushing forward, I slap my hands down on his shoulders, not realizing my claws have come out until he hisses.

A bloom of blood comes around each of my claws where they dig into his skin. “I’m sorry,” I say quickly, before pulling them back and holding my hands against my chest.

He smiles softly at me. “It’s okay, you can mark me as much as you want.”

The pressure reaches its peak when he stops. I look down between our bodies and back to him.

“This is going to hurt quite a bit, but that should fade quickly. Your toys don’t go this deep, so I have to make room.”

My face scrunches. “How did you...”

The laugh that rumbles out of him is full of mirth. “You are going to learn very quickly that there isn’t much I don’t know, or won’t know, about you.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll see. Now, hold on tight, Aspen.”

Before I can consider what he just implied, I grip onto his shoulders again right as he thrusts forward quickly. The searing pain rips through my torso, causing my toes to curl and my eyes to crash closed.

“Fuck, you are so tight. I don’t know how long I’ll last with you gripping my dick as if you could squeeze the life out of it.”

When the wave of pain subsides, I flutter my eyes open to see that he is staring down at me, waiting.

“You alright?” he asks, with a note of concern.

“Yeah, I’m good,” I say as my head nods slowly.

“Great, because here comes the real fun part.” His hips begin to rock slowly like the small waves lapping in a lake as a boat goes by. I feel so full as he moves in and out of me.

“You are doing beautifully,” he murmurs as he leans back on his heels and stares down at me with eyes full of lust.

With a quick tug, he pulls my thighs overs his, angling my hips up to him. His palms splay across the tops of my thighs as he grips them tightly. The pace never stops as he slowly builds us up. “Fuck. This was harder than I thought it was going to be.” With a stutter in his pace, he reaches to where we are joined, circling his finger around my clit.

The moan that falls from my lips is low and lust filled as I feel the climax building again.

“Let’s see how many orgasms I can pull from you before you finally pull one from me. Hmm, shall we?”

He doesn’t even give me a chance to respond before pushing firmer down on my sensitive nub in a faster swirl. The wave is building, and for once, I’m terrified of the crest. I’ve never had an orgasm this way and I can already tell it feels different than any of the times in the past. No toy has ever built me up this way, this quickly, or made me feel this full.