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I ’m dying, or maybe I’m already dead. How else do you explain Serena on top of me, her lips pressed to mine?

This has to be heaven, I’m sure of it.

Serena shifts, pressing against my cock, which is, of course, rock hard right now. For a moment I’m mortified, but then she lets out a little breathy moan, and it’s all I can do to keep my hips on the bed.

I need to hear that sound again. Need her to move like that again…

I need Serena .

In every way I can have her.

I’ve never craved a woman before. I was more than happy to be single, and while it wasn’t something Pike would let me live down, I didn’t mind being a virgin, either.

I mind right now.

All I want is to bring Serena the most pleasure possible, which is going to be damn near impossible with zero experience and the fact that I still have a hole in my chest.

But this won’t be the last time. I can always make it up to her later.

Serena rubs against me again, and yeah, I’m going to have to make it up to her later because there’s no way I’m going to last long.

If she keeps it up, I might not last at all.

I didn’t realize how good it would feel.

I mean, I’ve masturbated and watched porn a time or two, but this isn’t anything like that.

Serena pulls back, her gaze burning into mine, teeth sunk into her bottom lip, and she looks so damn good.

I suck in a breath, and the scent of her arousal makes my mouth water.

Living together, it’s impossible not to notice those kinds of things but to have her this close and know she’s turned on because of me…

Unable to resist, I lift my hips, and while we’re both fully clothed, it doesn’t stop the hitch in her breathing as I once again press my hard cock to her heat.

She presses a hand to my chest, opposite the gauze that wraps my left side, looking down at me with her brows raised. “I thought you said I would do all the work?”

Why the hell did I say that?

Either way, I did.

“This time,” I tell her.

Her lips turn up in a smirk that I’m all too familiar with.

“Who says there will be a next time?” she asks with a chuckle, and I’m almost positive she’s joking, but I can’t be sure.

Reaching up, I tangle my hand in her hair and tug her down so that our lips are only a breath apart, her hands trapped between us, eyes wide.

I’m not normally this guy, but the idea that I might only have her for a moment is enough to push me. Her reaction tells me she’s as shocked as I am, but her scent tells me she doesn’t hate it.

“There’s going to be so many times you’ll lose count. I want to learn to read you the same way I do our books, until I know you better than you know yourself. If I have to tie you to the bed to do it, I will.”

Her chest heaves against mine, her breathing ragged, and for a moment I worry I’m hurting her. Until I see her pupils, blown wide, lust and desire swimming in her eyes, her scent enough to choke me.

Serena blinks rapidly, clearing some of her desire so that she’s in control… kinda.

Leaning into me, her lips ghost over the shell of my ear. “Don’t threaten me with a good time,” she whispers before she nibbles my ear, making me shiver.

She moves to sit up, without pushing on my chest, clearly still afraid of my injury. I mean, I get it. I can’t imagine what she must have gone through, thinking I might never wake up again, but I need her to focus on me.

I’ve never felt more alive.

Or I didn’t think I had.

That is until she reaches down and pulls her shirt over her head in one swift movement, letting it fall away wherever it might land, forgotten.

My eyes roam over every inch of skin I can see, which is all of it because she isn’t wearing a bra.

Serena is the very first girl I’ll ever see naked in the flesh, and I’m not even the smallest bit ashamed about it. No other woman is as perfect as she is, and her tits are proof of that.

“Are you drooling?” Serena asks with a smirk. Without thinking, I bring my hand up to smack her ass.

Hard.

She gasps, rocking forward on my cock and yeah, that was a little out of character, but I can’t bring myself to regret it, not when she makes sounds like that. Flexing my fingers, I sink them into the fabric of her pants and yank them down, letting my nails drag over her skin just slightly as I go.

I hold her gaze as she presses up on her knees, allowing me to pull the fabric down around them. I groan in both appreciation and agony as I trail my eyes down from her breasts to her stomach and find she isn’t wearing any underwear, either.

“Rena,” I groan, shaking my head as she sinks back onto my lap. The wicked smile on her pretty lips tells me she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Sorry. I took a quick bath last night, but didn’t want to be away for long. I didn’t bother grabbing anything from the room, just what I was able to grab on the way down.” Her eyes shine with the memory, sadness, and worry, and that’s the last thing I want right now.

“I can’t say I’m complaining. I’m alive, and you're damn near naked on top of me. This is the best night of my life, Serena.”

I watch as her worry melts away, the lust once again replacing it.

Much better.

“It’s about to get even better.” I press my hips up, easily lifting her with me, shoving my pants and boxers down my hips so that the only thing separating us is a very thin blanket.

“Sol!” Serena shouts, her eyes wide as they rake over my chest, followed by her hands.

I can’t help but chuckle even though it’s not really funny. Something about seeing her care like this warms my heart and somehow makes me impossibly harder.

“I’m okay, Carrots, I swear.” I try to reassure her, but she ignores me in favor of finishing her search. “See, no blood. I’m fine, only a little sore.”

It takes a second, but she nods, letting out a sigh of relief that makes my heart squeeze. I never want to be the reason for her fear or worry, not like this.

All I want is to bring her pleasure, make her laugh, help her, and lift her up. I want to make her better, to be her friend and lover and… mate.

Fuck, I want to be her mate so badly it’s like a physical ache inside of me. As much as I want that, I push the thought aside for now. I can worry about that later, you know, when Serena isn’t naked on my lap.

“I…” her voice cracks, and I see the tears pool in her eyes. I do the only thing I can think to do and pull her down so that we’re chest to chest, pressing my lips to hers once more.

Her lips move against mine, and I feel her tears as they roll down her cheeks onto our lips, tasting the saltiness. “I love you, Sol,” she says, her lips still pressed to mine as her kisses become desperate.

I kiss her back with just as much force, just as much emotion, until I’m not sure where I end and she begins. The feeling of her on top of me, lips on mine, warm breasts against my chest as she moves against me looking for friction, is enough to leave me panting and on edge.

She notices, because of course she does.

And instead of stopping, she moves faster, pressing harder, and I’m about to come even before I get inside of her.

Not acceptable.

Gripping her hips, I stop her from grinding down on me, yanking the blanket down out of the way so that we’re skin to skin. With my hands already on her hips, I lift her, lining my cock up with her entrance, or trying to.

Holding her and trying to handle myself isn’t easy, but she seems to realize I need assistance.

Her fingers close around the base of my cock, and I almost fucking lose it, a growl ripping free from deep in my chest that wasn’t only me. My lion pushes to the surface, trying to shift, but I’ll be damned if he ruins this for me.

Serena’s fingers stay wrapped around? me, and instead of assisting, she seems to have other plans as she slowly begins pumping her hand up and down, from base to tip.

Slamming my eyes closed, I grit my teeth, my head pressing into the pillow as pleasure courses through me.

“Serena,” I choke out her name, straining to focus on anything that isn’t the way her fingers feel wrapped around my cock. Which is proving to be impossible as she continues to move her hand up and down, pulling moans and grunts from deep in my chest as she pushes me to the edge.

I feel her move; the bed shifting with her weight, and it takes a second for me to realize I’d let her go. My hands fisted at my sides.

Her hand doesn’t stop, and I curse at how hard it is to do anything else. It takes so much effort, but I manage to peel my eyes open, and what I find is something out of my deepest desires.

Serena’s moved down the bed, my cock still in her hand as she kneels between my legs.

Our eyes clash like magnets pulled together, unable to resist. I can’t remember how to breathe as she opens her mouth, pressing her tongue to the underside of my cock, starting at the base and licking all the way to the sensitive skin of the head.

Just when I think it’s not possible to feel better, she closes her lips around the head.

Don’t come. Don’t come.

I chant to myself, but it doesn’t do a damn thing against her and her warm mouth as she swallows me down to the point where I can feel her throat constrict around me as her hand gently massages my balls.

“I’m gonna come, Serena,” I grunt, trying to warn her, assuming she would want to move. From what I’ve heard, most women don’t actually enjoy eating cum, not that you would ever know that with the porn industry; they make it seem common.

“Fuck,” I curse, fisting my hands in the sheets as she looks up at me through her lashes, her lips wrapped around my cock as I come right down her throat.

I can’t look away as she swallows, keeping me buried in her mouth for an extra few seconds before she pulls back. A line of spit connects her to me before she wipes it from her mouth. It shouldn’t be attractive to see her like this, but it is.