Mine.
She’s mine.
Her first. Her only.
The thought sent a surge of something primal through me. Something that had nothing to do with precision or control and everything to do with the most basic masculine instinct:claim her.
I pulled back, breathing hard.
“I need to get a condom.”
“I’m on birth control,” she said. “For my cycle regulation. And I’m clean. I got tested a few months ago for a routine physical.”
“I’m clean too. Tested last month.”
“So we don’t need...”
“Are you sure?”
“Julien.” She cupped my face in her hands. “I’m sure. I trust you. I trust this. I trustus.”
Trust.
She kept saying that word. Kept offering it to me like a gift, and I was done refusing it.
I stood up, unbuckled my belt, stripped off my pants and boxer briefs with hands that were almost steady. Athena’s eyes widened as she took in my erection, hard, heavy, and aching for her.
“Oh,” she breathed. “That’s... you’re...”
“Having second thoughts?”
“No.” She smiled. “Just appreciating the view. You’re very... precisely proportioned.”
Despite everything, I laughed.
“Only you would describe a cock as precisely proportioned.”
“It’s a compliment!”
“I’ll take it.”
I climbed back onto the bed, settled between her thighs, and felt the heat of her against my cock.
This is happening.
This is really happening.
“It might hurt,” I breathed. “At first. I’ll go slow, but—”
“I know.” She touched my face. “I trust you.”
There’s that word again.
I positioned myself at her entrance, felt her wetness against the head of my cock, and took a deep breath.
Go Slow.
Be Careful.
