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I begin to move with him, greedily desiring all the unfamiliar pleasure taking over my body. He groans against my skin, his pace deepening as my legs wrap around his hips. I don’t know when the pain fades. All I know is that it’s not there now. There’s only heat and pressure, followed by the ache of something building again.

He murmurs something I don’t catch. It sounds like my name.

We move together in an unhurried rhythm. I kiss every inch of him I can reach and grab for purchase against his taut skin.

The rise of an orgasm quickly builds inside me, and I’m almost afraid of the mountainous pleasure he was taking me to. I almost tell him to stop, embarrassed of the way everything was feeling, but fuck did it feel so good.

“Come for me.” He directs, sensing the way my body yearned for release.

I close my eyes, squeezing myself around him. I’m soon moaning inexplicable words and curses, unable to handle the immenseoutburst of pleasure taking over me. I grow limp with my release, and his strokes become slick with my juices. He laces his hand with mine, his body still moving, slow and strong and unrelenting.

I enter a state of pleasantness, letting my body just feel the aftermath as he begins to gain pace and fuck me. He follows not long after, gasping against my throat, my name on his lips. His whole body goes rigid, with a meaningful strokes, then softens above me.

He doesn’t roll away yet. He holds me there, his hand still wrapped around mine, our legs tangled together. I feel his breath steadying as I try to catch my own.

I don’t know how long we stay like that. It’s long enough to feel the room fade around us. Long enough to know that I’ll never forget tonight as long as I live.

Eventually, he pulls back just enough to meet my eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m incredible,” I confirm.

His smile is subtle and sleepy.

He kisses me once more, then reaches for the blanket and pulls it over us.

I curl into his side, my head resting on his chest, and let myself feel everything.

Definitely not too bad for my first time.

10

DAMIEN

Idon’t want to move.

Lyra is curled into me, her breath slow and even against my chest, our legs tangled beneath the sheets. The room is still warm with her body heat, and every inch of my skin feels branded by what just happened.

For the first time in a long time, I let myself enjoy the quiet.

But of course, it doesn’t last. My phone buzzes, and I run a hand over my face. It’s late, so whatever this is won’t be good news.

My phone is facedown on the nightstand, but it doesn’t matter. I know who it is before I even look. I reach for it, careful not to wake her. The screen glows in the dim light.

Alek.

Of course.

I ease out of bed, careful not to disturb her, and step into the hall. I close the door behind me and answer.

“What?”

“There’s a problem,” Alek says without hesitation.

I rub a hand over my jaw.

“Where?” I ask, already annoyed.