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I cover her body with mine and lock her head between my hands, forcing her to look me in the eye. “Sierra, why is blood on my cock?”

She whimpers, her lips trembling, and I curse under my breath. “Fuck, Sierra. Are you a virgin?” I get on my knees between her open legs, desperate to understand.

“I mean… not anymore.” She tries to smirk through her tears.

“This isn’t funny, Sierra.” My voice is rough. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” I rasp, running a hand through my hair.

She wipes her eyes with the back of her hand. “Because of this,” Ser says quietly. “Your reaction is the perfect example of why I didn’t tell you.” Her voice breaks and I stare at her, confused.

“What do you mean?”

“I didn’t want you to look at me like I’m fragile and inexperienced, or to feel the need to take it slow or be restrained,” she confesses, a tear running down her face.

I raise my hand and catch it, then pull her to me by the back of her neck.

“Sierra, my reaction has nothing to do with you “being inexperienced” and everything to do with the way I treated you. If you’d told me, I would’ve treated you differently, of course I would’ve. I would’ve taken my time, made it good for you.”

I throw my head back and groan. She clings to me like she’s afraid I’ll run.

“Fuck, baby. I can’t believe you.” I kiss her hair softly. “I hurt you, Ser. Your first time shouldn’t have been like this.”

“No,” she whispers, “you didn’t hurt me, Nickolas. It stung a little at first, but I’m okay now. And I didn’t want it to be any different. I wanted you,” she tells me, her head resting against my chest.

“You’re a virgin, baby,” I breathe out in disbelief.

I’m overwhelmed—furious, grateful, wrecked.

“You have no idea how angry I am that you didn’t tell me, and how unbelievably fucking happy I am at the same time. No other man touched you. Fuck. I’m so damn lucky. Thank you. Thank you for trusting me to be your first—and your last, may I add.”

Her eyes light up with joy.

I gently lay her back down and spread her legs. I plant a kiss on her pussy and murmur, “Mine,” then trail kisses up to her breasts.

“I want you to fuck me, Nick,” she says impatiently, moving her hips. “And I want you to fuck me like you meant it earlier. No holding back.”

I pause to look into her eyes, stunned by her fire. “You’re going to be the death of me, Sierra Hardy.”

I slide back inside her, slowly, savoring every inch. Her walls hug me tight now—no longer resisting, but welcoming.

I start a rhythm, going deeper with each stroke, kissing her like I can’t get enough.

I can’t believe I’m her first man. I can’t wrap my head around this new reality.

“How does this feel?” I ask, fully sinking into her.

I circle her clit with my thumb and increase the speed of my thrusts. “I need you to be honest, baby. I want you to feel good.”

Whimpering, she grabs my hair and arches her back. “This feels so good, Nick. I felt a little sting earlier but now—oh my God—what you’re doing to me… feels amazing. I’m going to come again soon.”

Relieved, I keep my rhythm and kiss her, abandoning myself to the pleasure completely.

“Then come for me, Ser. I want to feel you fall apart on my cock. You feel so good.”

And she does—she falls apart, her pussy spasming around my cock. And I nearly lose it in this moment.

Her body is pure magic.

So good.