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Moon places both hands on my trembling waist. “Stay like this, look at your little hole. So pink and wet.”

I cry into the pillow when he pushes his tongue in and out of my tight rim. He’s breaking through the pulsating ring of my asshole. I’m still fighting against the intrusion, and the thought he’s going to be my first has me feeling lightheaded.

“Stop, please Moon, it’s too much,” I plead as my body shakes.

“Does it feel full?” he breathes against my ear, and I shiver as he rubs his thumb over my taint. “You’re so sensitive,” he purrs, softly running his knuckles up my spine and down to my ass again.

My whole body trembles when he teases the tip of his tongue against my rim again and pushes slowly in and out, getting me so wet back there.

I watch his hand come around my body and reach for my hard dick. I push back against his thigh as I whimper.

“I’ll take care of you now. Fuck, you’re breedable.” He wraps his big hand around my erection. “You know how much you’re throbbing?” he asks, covering my back with his front.

I try to ignore his hard dick teasing the crack but the deep moan escaping from my chest makes him chuckle.

He plants open-mouthed kisses down my spine, licking at the spots where he nipped with his teeth. “You want me to push my fingers inside again, and stretch your tight little hole for it to take my dick?”

I nod frantically, not being able to open my eyes or form any coherent words. I feel him sit back, as I pant against the pillow.

“Relax,” he orders, and presses one finger past the rim so gentle. I know he’s holding back. And I hate that he’s taking it slow. I want him to take it all, to make me forget how much I always wanted him ever since my teens. I should be repulsed by what he said in that stairwell, what he’s doing to me now after waiting for so many years, but I want him. I want this. I want him to take all my firsts, and I hate myself that I need it to be him.

“You hate me, don’t you?” he asks, blowing hot breath across my ass. I whip my head back over my shoulder and meet his stare. Long hair is sticking to his temples from the sweat. He looks so handsome with those scars covering his face, and his skin is glistening with little droplets. So beautiful that it physically hurts me. His lips are swollen and red, and the way he smirks at me, I’ve never seen anything this erotic in my life. The man looks like sin incarnated, with his undercut and black strands of long hair traveling in front of his eyes. Those tattoos covering his muscles. Every line bulging, like he’s cut from marble. I can’t see his dick, but the way it presses against my thigh leaving a wet trail, I know he has trouble holding himself in check too. He’s almost twice my size and I feel so small compared to him.

I push my ass back and his fingers disappears inside easily. My mouth parts on a silent cry, damn it, he fills me up so good.

He leans forward and presses his lips against mine, swallowing my moans as he brushes my long hair aside. Pulling his finger out his eyes dart over my face. Watching me with his mouth slightly parted, he slides two fingers in all the way again. Gritting my teeth, I try to breathe through the pain and intrusion as he studies my reaction.

He smirks; my ass is being stretched to the max. I can’t think straight. The burn almost tears me apart. He looks at me and his smile is both pained, full of desire, and awe.

“Moon,” I beg, loving the way he’s stretching me and fucking me with those fingers at the same time.

His hand is still gripping my dick. “You want me to make you come?” he pants, his voice thick and hoarse. He pulls out his fingers and presses in his thumb and I wail out his name.

I nod over and over. “Please, it burns.”

“Does it hurt?” he asks, and he sounds excited by the prospect.

“Yes, fuck you,” I bark out, pushing back against his hand.

He laughs, stroking me up and down, my cock twitching in his big hand. He keeps the assault on my cock steady, and when he bottoms his thumb out inside of me, I cry out his name long and deep as it spills from my lips.

“That’s it, let him know you’re begging me to make you come,” he says through his teeth.

I frown through the haze in my brain, Yuki’s name slips from my mouth, and he lets go of my dick and his thumb is out of my ass in a second. He grabs me by the throat and turns me onto my back and hits me hard across the face. His lips an inch away from mine, he roars, “Don’t you fucking say his name!”

My eyes widen as I let my trembling legs fall open. My dick juts out between our bodies. His chest is heaving, and the murderous glare is back in his dark gaze as he grabs my throat. “I’m sorry, Moon.”

“Don’t you fucking say his name ever again.” His voice so low and deadly, goosebumps break out all over my skin as he slaps me again and my face whips to the side.

I lick at the blood on my lip and nod, gasping when he pushes up my right knee then my left and moves between my legs.

“You shall listen to me, bǎobèi,” he threatens. “You will obey me.”

His left hand takes hold of my dick, and he hovers above me. I arch up the moment he slides a finger in my ass, holding my trembling legs open. He watches me and smiles when I close my eyes in pain.

“That’s it, feel who’s in your ass right now. Say my name!” he shouts.

“Moon!” I cry out.