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I plant one hand against his slick, muscular chest and slide the other down between us until my fingers wrap around his cock before lowering myself onto him.

Ciaran and I groan at the same time as his crown forces itself past my ring of muscles. I grip his shoulders harder, forcing myself to relax around the stretch while heat flashes low through my body.

His gaze searches mine for another second before his hand slides up to cup my cheek. “You sure?”

“I would tell you if I wanted to stop.”

He’s so huge and thick, and Light, it hurts so good.

My hand trembles on his chest as I struggle to remain upright.

Lean fingers wrap around my face, stroking my lips, and I can’t resist kissing his palm before taking his middle finger into my mouth, my tongue curling around it instinctively.

“Mm, fucking hell.” He groans, pushing deeper until my lips seal tighter around him. “Your mouth is driving me fucking insane, mouse. Can you feel what you do to me?”

Something soft and strange flickers through his expression at that.

The silence stretches before his thumb glides beneath my eye. “How come you’ve never done this before? Not even with another guy?”

I let his finger slip from my mouth with a lewd pop, a shy smile tugging at my lips. “I don’t know. No one ever made me want to.”

Something sharp moves through his expression then, possessive enough to make heat coil low in my stomach. “So nobody else ever got this version of you?”

I shake my head. “I don’t think this version existed before you.”

Last night was panic and adrenaline and the storm raging outside while I clung to the overwhelming relief of finding Ciaran there waiting for me. But this somehow feels slower, more real, leaving me with no excuse anymore not to admit the truth to myself.

I want him. I really want him.

Ciaran’s fingers slide along my jaw, lingering there as if he can feel every thought unraveling inside my head. “Light,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “You have no idea what that does to me.”

A moan is all I can manage because he’s growing bigger inside me, and my body opens around him, my breath hitching as he fills me in a way I hadn’t thought possible.

“Slowly.” He’s also breathing heavy, his chest vibrating beneath my hand. “I’m huge, and you’re still getting used to me.”

“If I was going to run from you, I would’ve done it already,” I whisper against his throat. “I’m still here, Zoryan.”

I don’t even fully understand why that name keeps slipping out around him except that it fits too well, dangerous and absolute in exactly the way he feels to me.

I don’t think I want to leave anymore.

And judging by the rough sound that leaves him, he already knows it. The noise cuts off the second I press myself fully down onto him, bottoming out hard enough to make my lungs seize.

It burns like hell, and my lip catches between my teeth, but the growl Ciaran releases is worth it.

My body adjusts to him, and yes, he’s big, too big to be somewhere so small, but my hole fits him like a glove.

And I like this feeling, the way he throbs inside me, how his veins pulse and shudder deep in my core. I feel every move and every jitter, and it makes my cock grow so stiff that precum spills down it, dripping onto his abs.

I never imagined it would feel like this. There is a sheer intensity to being impaled by him. Despite the ache and the stretch, despite this foreign feeling of being so full and so vulnerable, it is the only place I want to be.

I’ll keep every piece of him that he’s willing to give, holding onto him until the distance between us disappears and the rest of the world finally stops mattering.

So I start sliding back and forth in shallow movements.

“Light,” he rasps in a long, jagged moan as his hand slams onto my waist. “I think I might cum just watching you take me like this. You’re so tight, I could stay inside you forever.”

A shiver rips down my spine as I lift myself, then slam down. The friction is so good that more precum splashes on his abs.