I pointed down the hall, wrapping myself around him as he carried me. My lips found his throat, and I felt his groan rumble through his chest as I sucked at his pulse point.
He laid me on my bed with surprising gentleness, then stood back to look at me. The hunger in his eyes made me squirm.
“Matthias,” I started, suddenly nervous. “I should tell you... I’ve never done this before.”
He went completely still. “Never?”
The word came out strangled, and I could see him fighting for control. His hands clenched at his sides, muscles taut with tension.
“Never,” I confirmed, feeling vulnerable despite our intimate position. Was that weird? Was he going to think I was some kind of freak for being a twenty-three-year-old virgin? “Is that... is that okay?”
His jaw flexed so hard I thought it might break. He dropped to his knees beside the bed and buried his face against my neck, breathing hard. “Fuck, Lina. You’re going to be the death of me.”
For a moment I thought he might pull away, might decide this was too much responsibility or whatever. But then his hands were cradling my face with infinite tenderness.
“We don’t have to…”
“I want to,” I interrupted, needing him to understand. “With you. I want it to be you.”
Raw possession flashed in his eyes before he kissed me deeply. “I’ll make it good for you,” he promised against my lips. “So fucking good. Trust me?”
“I trust you.”
And I did, completely, which should probably have terrified me but didn’t. This man who’d broken into my apartment, who had wounds from fighting mythical beasts, who made me feel things I’d never felt before. I trusted him with this. With me.
He took his time. He kissed me deep, filthy, whispering things against my lips that should have embarrassed me, praise so intense it burned, but instead just made my thighs fall wider open for him. His fingers worked between my legs, parting me with maddening patience, every stroke deliberately controlled.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, pressing again one thick finger inside me, easing it in inch by inch like he was savoring it. “Goddamn, baby. Your little pussy’s gripping me already.”
I whined, rolling my hips into his hand, needing more, more,more.
He curled his finger and I arched off the bed, a broken cry tumbling from my mouth.
“Please,” I gasped, already shaking. “I’m ready, I need-”
“Shh,” he soothed, voice gone rough and sweet at the same time. He pushed in another finger, stretching me further and making me see stars. “Let me take care of you. Let me make this perfect. I’m gonna ruin you for anyone else, you hear me? I’m gonna fuck you so good, you’ll forget anyone ever existed before me.”
The sound he made was pure possessive satisfaction. The sound of a man completely unhinged by what he owned. Like the words alone had snapped something inside him loose.
“You don’t even know what that does to me,” he muttered, dragging his mouth down my body, pressing hot kisses to my stomach, my hips, between my thighs. “Fuck, Lina. I’ve never wanted anything like this. Neverneededanyone like this.”
By the time he moved over me, his fingers had left me open and pulsing, trembling for him. I watched as he positioned himself, thick and hard and leaking, the tip of his cock dragging over my entrance like he was teasing both of us.
Even then, with all that desire in his eyes, he paused. Just enough to check.
“You’re sure?” he asked, and I could see what the restraint was costing him in the tension of his jaw, the way his hands shook slightly.
“If you stop now, I might actually die,” I threatened, making him huff a laugh.
“Can’t have that,” he murmured, and then he was pushing inside me inch by inch, until I felt every bit of him seated so far inside it knocked the air from my lungs.
The initial discomfort faded fast, replaced by that same electric connection we’d felt before but magnified. My body stretched around him, nerves firing like he was unlocking something primal under my skin. Every slow inch he gave me lit me up, and when he bottomed out, the full weight of him grinding againstthe very edge of what I could take, I clutched at his shoulders, gasping.
“Holy fuck,” I breathed, dizzy from the stretch and the weight and the way it felt like we’d beenmadefor this. For each other. His cock sat perfectly inside me, like my body had been waiting, untouched, just to takehim.
“Mine,” he growled against my throat, and I didn’t argue because it felt true. Fundamental.
He held still for a breath, just a breath, his arms trembling from restraint, and then he started to move. Slow at first, testing the drag, watching my face, reading every twitch of pleasure and tension like a man obsessed. Every inch out, every inch back in. My breath caught on each slow stroke.
