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His stomach tightens as he pushes farther into my hand, his head dropping forward as a broken sound escapes him.

“You’re clenching around me like you were made for this,” I rasp, loving the way his virgin body tightens around my fingers.

“Do I… feel good?”

“Feel good?” I bark out a rough laugh. “I’m going to lose my fucking mind inside you, Rowan.”

I pick up the pace, my fingers working him while my thumb strokes the head of his cock until his heart thunders loud enough for me to hear it.

Every thrust, every choked breath he releases, sends a chill down my spine.

He is wide open now. Ready. And I am done waiting.

“You’re taking my fingers so well.” I drag my thumb slowly across the mark on his inner thigh, lingering there before tightening my hands on his hips. “Can’t wait to have my cock inside you. I think I’ll cum just from the thought of it.”

“Do it.” Rowan looks wrecked when he says it, caught somewhere between hunger and desperation.

“Not yet. I need to loosen you up first⁠—”

“Just do it.” He looks up at me, his gaze flickering with a sudden, fierce intensity that catches me off guard. He reaches down, his fingers trembling as he guides my cock between his legs. “Fuck me, Ciaran. Ruin me.”

Wrapping my fingers around his wrist, I drag the sensitive skin there slowly between my teeth. "Say stop and I stop. That's the only rule I've got."

He drags in a shaky breath, his hands extending to grip my shoulders. “I'm not going to shatter, Ciaran. Stop deciding that for me.”

Light, he’s fucking adorable.

I pull out my fingers and align my weeping cock with his hole. “Last chance to tell me to⁠—”

“Just… shut up and fuck me, Ciaran.”

“Bossy.” I press my mouth against the curve of his shoulder and give a shallow, testing shove of my hips. “Noted. Filed. Loved.”

Rowan’s breath stutters above me, his entire body locking as the stretch finally registers. It’s his first time, and I am far from small. I can feel the resistance of his body despite the lube. He tries to breathe through it, the air coming out scattered and chopped.

I stop moving, my hands tightening on Rowan’s hips, the veins in my temples bulging, my skin slick with sweat. I realize I’m holding back with everything I’ve got, blowing air through my nose to keep from losing control and driving home. I don’t want to break him.

“You good?” I heave, the cords of my muscles stretching taut beneath my skin.

“Yeah,” he breathes out, his eyes glassy as they find mine.

“You sure?”

“Keep going.” The words tremble. “Please.”

“Thank the Light. I think I’ll die if you stop me now.” I press a kiss to his temple, the touch nearly reverent against my own predatory nature. “You’re so fucking tight and warm and... perfect, mouse. You feel incredible.”

“How incredible?” he gasps.

I give another slow shove of my hips, feeding him a few more inches, stretching him until he hitches. “Like I should’ve done this a long time ago.”

“Really?”

“Mm.”

“I love the feel of you,” he moans, his fingers digging into my shoulders. “I love how much you stretch me. I’ve never... I’ve never let anyone this close to me. I’ve never wanted anyone to touch me here.”

“Yeah?”