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It’s her first time, and I want her as relaxed as possible. I want her to climax before we start, so the pleasure overwhelms the pain. I dive into her, savoring her, enjoying the unconscious, delicate movements she makes with her hips as her arousal grows.

The small, sexy sounds she makes cause me to twist and harden to the point of pain, but nothing matters now except sucking and licking, flicking that little button of hers that makes her twist beneath me and scream out my name.

“You’re mine, Sloane,” I murmur between her legs. “This here is mine, and so is your ass. No one else will come near it after today but me.”

“Yours,” she gasps. “I’m yours.”

Her declaration sends me to the brink, and I descend on her, devouring without mercy, one finger piercing inside her.I’m hunting for that tiny nub, that point that will send her over the edge, and when she screams out loud, I pause, caressing her. Her pelvis begins to move as she chases her climax, riding my face toward the peak.

“Give it to me, Sloane. Give yourself to me.”

“God!” she exclaims as she comes undone, her legs seizing with tremors, nearly collapsing onto the bed. I continue to tend to her, stretching out her peak until her breathing settles. Then I withdraw my fingers, slick with her essence, and moisten her tight entrance.

She tenses.

“Trust me, baby. Relax.”

I insert a finger, rotating it to ease the tightness.

“Logan!” she gasps.

Two fingers inside, and I stretch her, lubricating her, using her own fluids, taking my time to prepare her. Her muscles relax, and I persist with the massage until she’s wet and pliable. I withdraw my fingers and position myself behind her.

“Wait,” she calls out. “I’m scared.”

“I love you, baby,” I whisper, and she trembles. “I love you, and I’m going to make it good for you.” And before she can respond, I push in my tip.

She yells, her body lunging forward. “Yes, baby, you’re taking me in so beautifully. Touch yourself,” I command, and she sends her hand between her legs, beginning to rub herself.

Low, guttural sounds escape her, and I need to take a deep breath to calm myself before I push in further, savoring how she accepts and wraps around me.

Her fingers work faster on her clit, and I can’t take my eyes off the mesmerizing sight of my shaft disappearing inside her.

She trembles, her head resting on the white sheets, her long hair obscuring her face. I give her a moment to adjust to my size before I almost completely withdraw and enter her again, burying myself to the hilt.

She cries out. “Fuck! Logan!”

“I’m yours, baby, and you’re mine, every part of your body. Every piece of you now belongs to me, and every piece of me belongs to you.” I say through clenched teeth, rising to angle my shaft downward.

“God, yes, keep going like—” She breaks off, crying out again, her words muffled into the mattress as I set a faster rhythm, thrusting into her harder. I’m close, so close, but I want to give her pleasure along with the pain.

“Yes,” she pants, her body shaking as she arches her back as if she can’t stand the sheets against her skin any longer.

I quicken my pace, my mind fogged with the approach of my climax, and I’m no longer able to speak. My spine tingles, and sweat drips from my forehead as I grip her hips and drive myself into her.

Her continued loud cries fill my head, drowning out all other sounds, all other thoughts, and her legs shake as she reaches her climax.

I throw my head back as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced shatters within me, and my cum fills her until the white fluid seeps onto the sheets beneath us.

Exhausted, I drape myself over her, each breath a labored victory as I regain my composure.

I withdraw, the connection lingering until the very last inch separates us. Standing, I tidy myself up, then, with a soft towel in hand, I attend to her. She releases a contented sigh,though I know that my attentiveness may not spare her the morning’s tender reminders of our passion.

I draw her close, enveloping her in my embrace. Her head finds its nook against my chest, her hair a silken caress against my skin.

I kiss her head. “I love you.”

“I love you,” she whispers back, and my heart melts.