I slide into her. Just a half an inch that has us both hissing. She wasn’t wrong. I might destroy her. I’m long, but I’m also fucking thick, and hurting her will break me more than anything else in my life.
How the fuck did I do this as an idiot teenager?
“I’ve always remembered enough for the both of us,” she says quietly.
“Was it good? Our first time?” I ask, as another inch disappears inside her. I’ve never required so much self-control.
She giggles, and the action sucks me into her body another inch. “We were teenagers, Valen. It was awkward and messy. But it was also so full of love. I wouldn’t have wanted my first time to be any other way. It always had to be you.”
Slowly, I press forward, and she hisses in pain. I pause, pressing my thumb to her clit, and rub in small circles until she relaxes.
“This is like a do-over for me, Honeybee. I’ve fucked, but I’ve never made love, not that I remember. And tonight? Tonight, I’m going to love you over and over again.” I push home, her body seizing and contorting to accommodate the sudden intrusion.
She claws at my forearms as her head thrashes from side to side. Her core spasms around me, and I know she won’t last long.
I drag my hips back, and her eyes flutter open, landing on mine in a heated daze.
“You were my first, Clover Danforth, and now you’ll be my last.”
Her mouth opens, but no words come as I slam into her again, my assault on her clit picking up pace to match my even thrusts.
I meant it when I said I’d never made love before.
But that’s what this is. It’s the thrill of fucking wrapped in the safety of lovemaking.
It’s everything.
And it’s not something I’ll ever get enough of.
“Valen.” She moans my name, the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard.
“What, baby girl? What do you need?” I ask, her nails digging crescent moon shapes into my chest.
“More,” she gasps. “Harder. You. All of you. Please.”
Her gaze is wild but only focused on me. I could get lost in her. I want to get lost in her.
I lower myself to my forearms, so they frame her head while I kiss her eyes, her nose, her forehead, all the while keeping up my long, slow, forceful thrusts.
I want this to last forever.
I need this to last forever.
She groans, long and low when I hitch her leg over my shoulder, adjusting our angle and hitting new heights. Her body responds as if she’s the bomb and I’m the trigger.
“You’ll get all my firsts and my lasts from now on, Clover.”
My thrusts break their leisurely pace. I’m going to come soon. “I don’t care what we find, or what we learn.”
She mewls, a shuddering breath of sound that makes my balls tighten. I’ll have half-moon scars all over my body by the time we’re done tonight, but I welcome the sting of pain she brings. It keeps me grounded and reminds me that she’s what life’s worth living for.
“I need you to come for me, Clover.”
Wide, panicked eyes find mine, and the second my lips crash down on hers, I pinch her clit between my thumb and forefinger.
She comes apart beneath me in an orchestra that weaves together our past and present, our want and need, our love and loyalty.
Her body trembles and shakes as I pump once, twice, three more times before my balls catch fire and I explode inside her—another first for me.
