A shiver raced through me, heat flooding my cheeks and pooling low. I nodded, breathless, the words barely a whisper. “Yes. I want that.Please.”
He eased me back onto the mattress, palms sliding down my arms until my shoulders hit the sheets. His gaze never left mine as he settled over me. “My turn,” he murmured.
My body thrummed with need, my lips tingling from the stretch, my jaw sore in the best way. He positioned himself between my legs, his cock pressing against my entrance, the piercing cool against my heat, a teasing promise. “Matty,” I whispered, my hands on his shoulders, fingers digging into the inked skin, tracing the patterns there. “You…you’ll be my first.”
The words slipped out before I could take them back, hanging in the air between us.
A sudden wave of fear tightened my chest…fear that he’d hesitate, that the weight of being my first would spook him, send him retreating.
I just wanted him to know.
That I’d saved myself for him.
That it was him.
That it had always been him.
He froze. But he didn’t seem startled. Instead it was like a switch had flipped for him, locking everything into perfect, inevitable focus.
His fingers dug into my hips, a fierce, claiming pressure that made my breath hitch. A shaky exhale left him, and his blue eyes swept my face as he drank in every flicker of vulnerability like he was etching it into memory.
“Fuck,” he rasped reverently. “I knew it.” His thumb grazed my cheek, softer now, but the heat in his stare only flaredbrighter. “No one else has ever touched you. I’m so lucky, sweetheart.”
He brushed a kiss against my lips, then spoke against them, his words slipping out in a low murmur that I felt more than heard. “And no one else ever will.”
CHAPTER 18
MATTY
No one else.
The words hit me like impact and oxygen all at once…stealing my breath even as they filled something inside me. My heart hammered against her, wild and unrestrained, every beat screamingmine.
I’d obviously suspected it after the other night, but hearing her say it out loud?
Knowing for sure?
It unlocked something savage in me, a possession that had been simmering since the day I’d seen her, now boiling over.
I gripped her hips harder, fingers digging into her soft skin, needing to anchor this moment, this truth. My eyes raked her face, flushed, wide-eyed, lips swollen from my cock…and I committed it to memory.
My little virgin. Completely untouched. Mine to ruin. Mine to keep.
“Fuck,” I rasped, the word torn from my throat. “I knew it.” My thumb swept her cheek, softer than the storm raging inside me, but my stare burned. “No one else has ever touched you. I’m so lucky, sweetheart.”
The thought alone made my cock throb against her thigh, leaking more precum onto her skin.
I was shaking with it—the need to claim, to mark, to erase any possibility of anyone else. She wasmine. Had always been meant for me, even if I’d only just found her.
I brushed a kiss against her lips, trying to control myself, a growl trapped behind my teeth. “And no one else ever will,” I promised.
I crushed my lips to hers, kissing her like a lock snapping shut—teeth scraping, tongue invading, sealing the promise that she’d never know another man’s hands, another man’s mouth, another man’s cock. She was claimed now, whether she knew it or not.
I lined up at her entrance, bare, the piercing brushing her slick heat.
A beat of hesitation hit me…I’d never had sex without a condom.
Not once.
