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“Because I’m gonna want all your firsts,” I rasped. She was it for me.

Her grip around me tightened. “Please don’t stop.”

Kissing her temple, I shifted my hips so the tip nudged barely an inch into her entrance and she felt like heaven.

“Nothing would make me stop,” I rasped. “Except for you. You tell me if it becomes too much. Okay?”

She nodded, and she gripped my biceps.

“It won’t be too much,” she murmured, her legs wrapping around me. I slid deeper into her, my mouth skimming over her forehead. I’d be the only one to ever feel her clench around me. I’d be the only man to ever have her.

Taking her mouth for a kiss, I thrust forward and swallowed her gasp, her breathing turned ragged. I shuddered out a breath, feeling her walls clench around my cock and milking it. She was heaven on this Earth.

I drowned in her big eyes, the light specks of gold, green, and gray in them captivating me. Then in one swift thrust, I slid into her further, breaking her barrier. God, she felt good. The grip of her walls, milking my cock, brought me pleasure unlike any other I had ever experienced.

“You’re mine,” I whispered into her ear. “Nobody else’s.”

“Yours.” The way she watched me, with those eyes that shone with love, I was falling under her spell. I knew nobody else would ever do it for me. Just her.

“Bas,” she whimpered, raising her hips. “Please.”

I began to move, small shallow thrusts. Her insides clenched me greedily and I kept my eyes on her face, watching for any signs of pain and fear. There were none. The need to have her was consuming me. I worried my control would snap and I’d fuck her into oblivion.

“Fuck, you feel good,” I growled. I pulled out slightly and then eased into her deeper, grinding my pelvis against her clit. Wynter’s lips parted and flickers of pleasure crossed her face.

“More, Bas,” she begged, her back arching off the bed. My thrust grew harder, I could feel her fingernails scraping my back.

My muscles quivered as I slid in and out of her, filling her to the hilt. My pleasure coiled tighter and tighter, her moans grew louder and needy. I pressed our mouths together, swallowing all her sounds like a greedy bastard. I pushed into her harder, hitting deeper. She felt like heaven on this earth.

“Don’t stop,” she begged as if I could even if I wanted to. I was way beyond control. Pleasure tingled at the bottom of my spine and my balls tightened. I reached between our bodies and rubbed her clit furiously as I pounded into her.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my thrusts becoming jerky.

Her back arched and I watched mesmerized through heavy lids as pleasure crossed her face. Her pussy milked my cock, clenching it with the tight grip and I shot my cum into her. My dick twitched, filling her with my seed.

A strong emotion burned through me right along with my orgasm. I buried my face into her golden curls, both of us breathing raggedly. Her warm breath fanned over my skin and her palms stroked my back, her touch soft and tender.

Inhaling her scent, I relished in the feel of her soft body under mine and our scents mixing together.

I slid out very slowly and rolled off her, then tugged her into my arms. I wanted her closeness and she obviously needed mine, too, because she nuzzled into my side. She tilted her face, looking up at me with those gorgeous eyes, and I couldn’t resist pressing a kiss to her nose.

I brushed my fingers against her cheek. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Her blonde curls crowned her head and her naked body stretched against mine.

“Did I hurt you?” I asked her, but she shook her head.

“No, you could never hurt me.”

If only that was the truth.

CHAPTER22

Wynter

Imissed Bas and it had only been a few days.

The girls and I managed to pull off our plan, though I was hesitant to say our heist in Philadelphia was a success. We followed the armored money truck from Priest's club to the gas station. Ivy seduced the men and drugged them, then we stole it and drove it to Trenton, to the perfect spot at the Delaware River.

Slight hiccup happened.