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“Then show me,” I whisper.

He cups my face, his thumbs brushing my cheeks as his gaze drags over every inch of me—like he’s trying to memorize my features. His breath shortens. Then he kisses me—hard. His mouth captures mine, lips parting as he sucks gently on my bottom lip and pulls me flush against him.

I stroke his chest, heart pounding, and when I draw back, he presses the bridge of his nose to my forehead. I shiver.

“Don’t run away this time, ok?” I murmur.

“Too far gone,” he answers, gently lifting my chin to kiss me again. He pants. “I can’t stop wanting you. I’ve tried. But you’re already under my skin… and in all my dreams.”

His eyes darken like a storm rolling in, and his breath hitches. “Good?” he growls, brushing his mouth over mine without kissing me. “You wreck me in my dreams, Nora.”

He presses his body flush against mine, letting me feel just how hard he is. “You cry my name with that pretty little voice, dig your nails into my back, ride me like you were made for it and I wake up so hard I’m shaking.”

His hand curls around the back of my neck. “You don’t just feel good in my dreams. You ruin me. Every damn time.”

He kicks the door shut with his foot before pulling me back to him to kiss me again, hunger and desire crackling between us.

My gaze drops with his as his hand slides up my ribs, lifting my shirt inch by inch until his fingers graze the swell of my breast. I shiver, my breath hitching, and trail my fingers along the firm lines of his arm, over his shoulder, until our eyes meet again.

He leans in, his voice low and rough like gravel. “After all those filthy letters, sweetheart... you know exactly how good it’s going to be.”

I swallow. I mentioned in one that I was a virgin still ... the most recent one actually. I close my eyes as he cups my breast and gently massages, making my reason start to liquify. I pant and arch back as Calder kisses along my throat until he reaches my racing pulse.

“If you read the last letter ... I mean, I’ve kissed before, I’ve done that, but not ... not past some occasional ... over the clothes ... Calder,” I moan and give up the sentence. He feels too good, he’s too convincing and I just want to keep tasting him.

My mouth seals over his and I tug at his shirt. I’ve fantasized about him naked, shirtless, all of it and I need a hint of the reality. I push his shirt up and stroke along his abs, my fingers following the indents of scars and muscle alike.

“I know, angel,” he murmurs against my mouth, his voice ragged with restraint. “It’s half the reason I’m being so damn careful. I want to make you mine so bad… but only when I know you’re ready. Really ready.”

He presses a kiss to the corner of my lips, then draws back just enough to look me in the eyes. His gaze is scorching and tender all at once. “Tell me what you want. What you’re ready for. I’ll give you anything—everything—but only if it’s a hell yes, Nora.”

My breath catches at the weight of his words. “You’re… okay with it? With me?”

A slow, wicked smile curls his lips. “Okay with it?” he growls. “Sweetheart, I’ve been fantasizing about being your first for six fucking years. If you let me, I’ll make sure it’s the only first you ever need.”

My body arches into his touch. “Yes,” I whisper—firm, breathless, needing.

His mouth claims mine again before he dips and lifts me effortlessly, one arm cradling under my ass as he carries me.

My legs wrap around him on instinct, our lips colliding in kiss after hungry kiss.

I don’t just kiss him back—I devour him, tugging insistently at his shirt until he laughs, low and dark.

“Patience, angel. We’re doing this slow.”

“I’ve been patient,” I murmur against his mouth. “Six years. That’s long enough.”

When he doesn’t take off his shirt, I do mine instead, tossing it aside with a raised brow.

His eyes flash as he growls something unintelligible before pulling me tight again, letting me grind down on his thick, unmistakable arousal.

I roll my hips against him and moan into his mouth, already dizzy with how badly I want more.

Then he drops me onto the bed.

I gasp, my body jolting as the mattress catches me. The only sound louder than my heartbeat is the rustle of his clothes as he finally pulls off his shirt—and holy hell. Every inch of him is carved and scarred and impossibly hot. I reach for him, but he hesitates.

“Nora…” he says, voice gravel and warning.

I crawl to the edge of the bed and grab his hips, holding him in place. “Don’t stop now,” I whisper. My lips brush over a burn scar on his shoulder, my kiss slow, reverent—and deliberate. “I know what I want, Calder. I’ve had years to think about it.”

His hands twitch at his sides.

“I want you. I want this. We’ll go slow, sure,” I murmur, nipping lightly at his skin. “But don’t treat me like I’ll break.”

He exhales hard, his restraint snapping like a cord pulled too tight. “Fuck, Nora…”

And with it whatever resistance or frustration was slowing him down is gone. He kisses my temple, my cheek, the side of my neck, whispering how good I feel in his arms, how much he wants me. His fingers brush along the edge of my bra, and I nod without hesitation.

He unclasps it with a skill that makes my breath hitch, then slides the straps down my arms like he’s unwrapping something precious.

His palms cup my breasts, his thumbs teasing over my nipples in slow, delicious circles.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, lowering his head to kiss along my collarbone.

“Touch wherever you want. Explore me,” he says roughly. “I want you to know me.”

So I do.

I lean into him, licking across his scars, moving lower as I press open-mouthed kisses to his chest, his ribs. I moan when he gives my nipple a firmer pinch, the heat from his hand sending another bolt of pleasure through me.

When I reach the waistband of his jeans, I glance up. “Can I take these off?”

His answer is a low, wicked smile. “You first.”

I bite my lip but don’t shy away. “But... I want to see you,” I whisper, running my hands up his thighs.

He groans and cups my face, kissing me deep before easing me onto my back. “You will,” he growls. “But I need to see you first. Every inch.”

His hands slide under the waistband of my skirt, slowly tugging it down along with my underwear. He kisses the inside of my knee as he peels them off, his touch reverent. When I’m bare beneath him, exposed and aching, he strokes up along my calves and presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh.

But it’s not just lust in his eyes—it’s focus. Intensity. He’s watching me, not just my body. Me.

I shiver beneath his stare, heart pounding.

“Angels deserve worship,” he says, dragging his lips along my skin, so close to where I’m pulsing with need. “And nothing turns me on more than the idea of hearing you moan just for me.”

My heart squeezes in my throat and I nod—eager, desperate, aching.

Calder kisses higher up my inner thigh, his breath teasing my swollen flesh until his tongue finally drags along my slit. He groans low in his throat like he’s been starved for this, then licks again—slow and thorough—before gently parting me with his fingers.

When he slips a middle finger inside, my mouth falls open in a helpless moan. Then his tongue finds my clit, circling with maddening precision. My hips lift instinctively against his mouth, and I thread my fingers through his hair, tugging lightly when he hits that perfect spot.

He lifts his gaze just enough to meet mine. “That’s right,” he murmurs, voice hoarse. “Show me what you like, angel. Let me feel how you come in my mouth.”

I guide him with soft tugs and breathless whispers. “There—yes, right there. A little harder.” I roll my hips into his mouth. “More. Please, Calder... more.”

He answers with a growl, then presses a second finger into me. My breath catches. I can’t even think, can’t process anything beyond the wet slide of his tongue and the way his fingers curl deep, tapping the spot inside that makes my vision blur.

I can’t hold back. “Calder,” I gasp. “Oh my God—I’m…I’m coming....”

He sucks my clit as his fingers thrust deep, and I break apart with a strangled cry, shuddering and trembling as the orgasm crashes over me—hot, fast, overwhelming.

“Calder! Calder!” I moan his name like a prayer, like a need, like it’s the only word I know.

He climbs on top of me and kisses me hungrily, cupping the back of my neck as he pants. I wrap my legs around him, grinding against him.

His breath catches like I’ve physically hit him. He lifts his head, eyes dark and wild as they lock on mine.

“Because of you?” he growls, voice thick and low. “Angel, I’ve been hard for you since the first time I saw you again. Hell, I’ve woken up hard from dreams where all you did was smile at me.”

He presses his palm to my belly, the heat of his hand searing through me. “You touch me, you breathe near me, you look at me, and I’m ready to ruin myself for you.”

He grabs my wrist, guiding my hand down to feel just how hard he is through his jeans. “This? This is all you. Every inch, every ache—yours.”

Then, softer, with reverence: “Tell me what you want, Nora. Because there’s nothing I won’t give you tonight.”

Taking initiative, I adjust so I can move to help him getting rid of his jeans. I drag them off and stare at what’s waiting for me. I don’t know how he’s going to fit when he’s bigger than every toy I’ve ever used, but I want it.

“Nora,” Calder breathes, voice thick but tender as he gathers my hair in his hand. “There’s no reason for you to rush. I’d wait all night—hell, all year—if that’s what you needed.”

His grip tightens just a little, enough to make me shiver. “But don’t think for a second I don’t want this too. I want you . Every inch of you. And the idea of being your first? Of being the one you choose ?” He groans and lowers his forehead to mine. “You have no idea what that does to me.”

But in this moment it doesn’t matter that he’s telling me we have time.

I’m impatient for him. I lick across the head of his cock.

It’s thick and long, so hard, but it feels right to take him between my lips.

I look up at him as he hisses between his teeth and watches me take more of him.

I drool over his shaft and take him deeper.

“Just like that. Nice and easy. Your mouth feels so fucking good,” he groans.

So I keep going and going. I suck and lick. I try to fit all of him in my throat, but when I gag, he grips my hair and draws me back gently, pulling me back.

He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a condom.

With practiced ease, he tears it open with his teeth, eyes locked on mine like I’m the only thing keeping him tethered to this world.

He rolls it on in one smooth motion, then grabs me and kisses me so fiercely it steals the breath from my lungs.

The taste of him still lingers on my tongue. My lips are swollen from his mouth, from his filthy praise, from the way he claimed me just minutes ago—and I still can’t get enough.

He shifts, rolling us gently so I’m straddling him, his hands steady on my hips. His voice is wrecked, low and reverent. “I want you to take me, Nora. Make the choice. Make me yours.”

“I don’t…” My voice breaks on a breath. “I don’t know how—”

The thick head of his cock presses against me, and my whole body tenses with need. The stretch is unbelievable. He strokes my thighs slowly, soothing and encouraging all at once.

“Then learn with me,” he whispers. “I’ll guide you through every second. Just take what you want, angel. I’m yours to use.”

I nod, breath shaking. “All of it,” I say. “I want all of you.”

It’s almost too much. I sink down an inch, then lift again, panting. My body struggles to accommodate him, my slick thighs trembling as I try again, easing him in deeper each time.

Calder’s head falls back, jaw clenched, the veins in his neck taut. “Fuck, Nora... you’re squeezing me like a goddamn vice.”

“I can go faster,” I gasp, the burn mixing with something primal that keeps urging me lower.

His hand slides up to cradle the back of my neck, pulling me down for a kiss so hot it leaves me dizzy. “Anything you want. Use me. Ride me. Break me, angel—I’ll thank you for it.”

I moan and roll my hips, finally taking him deeper. “More... Calder, please... more.”

“Yes,” he growls, the word full of filthy reverence. “More. Take it all. Fuck, you feel like heaven. You’re gonna ruin me.”

He thrusts into me and the sound I make is pure need—raw, breathless, desperate. There’s no pain, only pleasure. I’m soaked for him, completely lost in the way he fills me, stretches me, owns every inch of me with each deep thrust.

His hands roam everywhere—gripping my hips, guiding me to grind and ride him how he needs it. He leans up, kissing across my chest, my throat, my mouth, worshipping me with lips and hands as I move over him, chasing the high building with every stroke.

“Please,” I pant, “more. I need all of you. I need you, Calder.”

That’s all it takes. He grabs my ass, holding me down while thrusting up into me harder, faster, each movement a little rougher, a little filthier.

I moan his name again and again, my body unraveling as the orgasm hits—shaking and overwhelming.

“Calder!”

“Fuck,” he growls, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me down into a kiss as he pumps up into me one last time. “You’re so tight, so wet—too perfect…”

His rhythm falters. He groans into my mouth, and I feel him throb inside me as he comes, hips jerking with each wave of pleasure until he slumps back against the bed.

I collapse onto his chest, still straddling him, breathing hard, my body slick with sweat and pleasure and the feel of him still pulsing inside me.

His arms come around me, holding me close, protective even now.

“You’re too much,” he whispers, kissing the top of my head. “Too good. You’re gonna wreck me.”

I smile against his neck. “We’re so good.”

He strokes down my back, then lifts his head slightly. “Don’t fall asleep yet, Nora.”

I lift my head slowly, still catching my breath. “More?” I ask, hopeful and already aching again.

He laughs, warm and deep, brushing my hair behind my ear. “Not more sex—yet. But I’m not leaving, angel.”

Good enough. For now.