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I don’t know how to tell him what I’m thinking. The only way I know how to talk to Lucien is with aggression. Lucien is still stroking my hair, being very patient. He kisses my neck, and I close my eyes. The light pressure of his mouth feels so good against my skin.

He kisses up to my ear and asks, “Is it because you’re a virgin?”

I suck in a breath.

“I know, Cam. It’s okay. We won’t do anything you don’t want to do, and if you want something, just tell me.”

I feel his hot breath on my ear when he talks.

I turn, and he lifts his gaze to mine, his eyes burning with earnestness.

I swallow, the sound loud in the quiet room.

Lucien tucks his head under my chin and kisses my Adam’s apple.

The affection is overwhelming. The holding, the hair stroking, the intimate kisses like I’m being worshipped flood my senses. My walls are down, and I’m defenseless.

Lucien looks down at my zipper and back up to my face suggestively.

“Can I?” he asks.

“Mm-hmm.” I nod.

His eyes glow from my permission.

His fingers are quick. Once the zipper is down, Lucien’s fingers are inside the waistband of my jeans and boxers.

I close my eyes and hold my breath.

Lucien yanks my jeans and boxers past my feet and tosses them to the floor.

I know I’m hard. My cock is out where he can see it and touch it.

I put a hand over my eyes, too embarrassed to watch.

Silence.

I’m waiting for him to say something, to do something, but there’s nothing.

I wonder what’s happening, but I’m too afraid to take my hand away from my eyes.

Then I feel Lucien grip my ankles and tug me to the edge of the bed.

I hear him positioning himself, presumably kneeling on the floor.

In a low voice, he speaks. “Do you remember what I told you I would do to you?”

“Yeah,” I say weakly.

“Well…” He pauses. “Are you ready?”

A little whimper escapes my mouth, and I cover it, completely mortified.

He laughs, and there’s a rustling of fabric.

“Here,” he says, and I can feel a pillow hovering over my face.

I take it.