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"I won't regret it." I reach down and grip his shoulders. "Gabriel, I want this. Want you. But I understand if you don't want to lose your virginity to someone you barely know. If you want to wait for something more meaningful…"

"This is meaningful." He moves up my body. Settles between my thighs. His cock brushes against my pussy and we both groan. "I never thought I'd be the kind of man who did this. Who had sex with someone I just met in a motel room. But it feels right. You feel right. That's all that matters."

"It does feel right," I agree breathlessly.

He reaches down and grips his cock. Lines himself up with my entrance. The head presses against me, throbbing and ready.

"I don't know what I'm doing," he admits.

"Just go slow at first. Let me adjust to you." I wrap my legs around his waist. Pull him closer. "Then do whatever feels good."

He nods. Takes a breath and then pushes inside. Slowly. So fucking slowly. Inch by inch. Stretching me. Filling me completely.

I'm not tight. Cole used to mock me about it. Say I was too loose. That I felt like nothing. That maybe if I did more kegels or lost some weight things would be better.

But Gabriel doesn't seem to notice. Or maybe he does and doesn't care. Or maybe because this is his first time, he has nothing to compare it to, and I feel exactly how I'm supposed to feel.

It doesn't matter. None of it matters.

He bottoms out. Stays perfectly still. His whole body is tense, trembling slightly with the effort of holding back.

"Fuck," he breathes. "You feel. This is…"

"Move," I whisper. "Please move, Gabriel."

He pulls back slightly, and thrusts forward. The bed creaks loudly beneath us. He does it again. Harder this time. Establishing a rhythm that's unpracticed and rough but perfect because it's him.

The bed protests violently. Springs squeaking. Headboard tapping against the wall in a steady rhythm. The whole frame shifting and groaning with each thrust.

I don't care. Let the whole motel hear. Let them know exactly what's happening in room 8.

"Gabriel," I moan his name. Can't help it. "Don't stop. God, don't stop. That feels incredible."

He rocks his hips faster. Drives deeper. His hands brace on either side of my head, caging me in, making me feel protected, claimed and wanted.

"Say it again," he demands. His voice is harsh with need.

"What?"

"My name. Say my name, Paige."

"Gabriel." I reach up and place my hands on his cheeks. Force him to look at me. "Gabriel, please. You feel so good inside me. So perfect."

This is messy. Desperate. Two broken people who shouldn't be doing this but can't stop themselves.

And it's perfect.

My hands slide down from his face to his shoulders. Grip him tightly. Ground myself as he fucks me harder.

"Can I—" I'm breathing so hard I can barely speak. "Can I be on top?"

He stills immediately, and looks at me with dark, hungry eyes. "You want to ride me?"

"Yes. I want to." I push at his shoulders. "Lie down. Let me do this."

He pulls out, both of us groaning at the loss, and rolls onto his back. His cock is slick with me, standing straight up.

I straddle him. Position myself over his cock, and lower down slowly. Take him inside inch by inch until he's fully seated again. Until he's buried as deep as he can go.