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I suck my bottom lip between my teeth, afraid of the words spilling past his lips, afraid they might be true. Afraid of what they might mean. Afraid of the honesty that is already laid bare between us.

“Yes,” I hiss, unable to control the feelings bubbling to life inside of me for the first time.

“That’s my good girl.” His hands are at the cups of my bra then, eyes locked with mine as his tongue darts out and licks at the creamy flesh pushing over the cup. His grin grows crooked, and then he hooks his thumb into my bra cup and pulls. Cool air burns my nipple, causing it to raise and pucker just as his warm lips cover it, his tongue working at the sensitive bud until I’m mewling underneath him.

His other hand gives equal attention to my other breast, before he pulls down the cup and draws the other nipple into his hot mouth. It is like silk and fire coming together. I think I might lose my mind from the overload of sensation before he does the one thing my body has been begging for.

And slowly…achingly slowly…his hand drifts down the soft contours of my belly, past my belly button, until finally, he reaches my mound.

With measured slowness, he pushes my panties down my thighs, sliding them to the floor before I’m nearly naked and a quivering mess under him.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, laid out for me like this.” His eyes eat me up like he is savoring every inch. “I’ll never get enough of you.”

His fingers thread into my hair, his body covering mine as his tongue strokes past the seam of my lips.

I feel his steel-hard erection pressed between us. He’s huge. The size of a regular man’s forearm at least. I want more of him. God, I want so much more.

“But from the moment I saw you, I knew you were different. Your touch brought me to life and I’d give up my own life if it meant saving yours. Don’t ever doubt that.” He catches my gaze again, waiting for a reply.

I nod, struggling to find the words. “Okay.”

His hand works at my neck, my shoulders, unclasping my bra and discarding it on the floor before he stretches above me and pulls his own shirt over his head.

I nearly lose my breath again when the chiseled washboard abs of his physique are revealed in the dim light.

“Morpheus…” I murmur, only one thought running through my head on repeat.

“Jesus, I can’t tell you how much I like the sound of my name on your lips.”

He covers me then, pulling me into his arms, molding me to him as all the oxygen evaporates between us.

“Tell me what you want.”

“You,” I breathe, nearly ready to beg. “I want you.”

His hand is tight at my hip as his other fingers work his pants down his legs and to the floor. In one swift move, he is covering me, the hard ridge of his cock pressed between my legs.

I attach my lips to his earlobe, dragging my teeth and causing a shudder to erupt through his body before he inches inside of me for the first time.

My mind grows hazy, my body flooded with his scent and the sweet sensation of his touch.

This is everything. He is everything.

A low groan tips past his lips when he pushes inside me a little farther, fire burning deep inside when he reaches the barrier that makes me a virgin.

“Once I have you…” His words come out nearly ravaged. “I can’t go back. We’re mated for life.”

My heart almost shreds with his words. I know in that instant that whatever pain this man has carried in his life, it has weighed him down, prevented him from living, maybe even from feeling.

“Yes.” My words are a prayer against his stubbled neck.

His eyes shutter closed, his lips falling across mine as he consumes me completely with his kiss.

His hands on my face, his hips pressing into mine, the hard steel of his cock breaking me, and then with one final thrust, he bottoms out inside of me.

Another groan shudders from his body as his hands work my skin, his lips soothing away the ache, his thrusts slow and measured.

“So sweet, so fucking intoxicating, it breaks my stone-cold heart and puts it back together again brand new.”