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I gasp as the shock and pleasure shoot through me.

“N…no,” I whisper and then moan when he rolls it between his fingers.

Felix nips at my lower lip as he switches from one breast to the other and back again. I wiggle on the couch, wanting more.

“I want to make you feel good,” Felix says, then kisses a line to my ear. “Do you want that? Do you want me to make you feel good? I can wipe away the pain for a little while,” he says, voice rough and low, sending another shiver racing down my spine.

“Yes,” I say, not sure what I’m agreeing to, and I don’t care.

I’ll do anything to keep this sensation and erase the agony.

I suck in a deep breath and turn into a statue as his hand travels the other way, slipping under the elastic of my sleep shorts.

“Relax.”

That’s not possible. My body is on fire and lit up brighter than all the Christmas decorations in the neighborhood combined.

“Breathe,” Felix orders as his finger presses against my clit, but I stop breathing altogether.

“Has anyone ever touched you like this?”

He nips at my earlobe. Words are impossible to form at the moment, so I shake my head.

“No one has ever fucked you with their fingers and made you come?”

I’m panting, desperate to strip off all my clothes and maybe my skin too. I’m so hot.

I shake my head again.

“I’m the first to touch your sweet pussy?”

Mortification has me looking away.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I’m honored to be your first. Just relax, Pretty Thing, and let me take care of you.” His lips press right over my pulse, and I twist my head to give him better access. “Yes…that’s it. Close your eyes.”

He pulls my uninjured leg over his, spreading my thighs. I follow his command and try not to overthink.

“Oh,” I cry as his fingers graze my clit.

“Does that feel good?”

I nod.

“Use your words. Tell me if it feels good. Tell me if you want more?”

“Yes,” I say, and it comes out as a squeak.

No one but me has touched my clit, until now. His fingers tease my pussy, and suddenly I find my hips moving with him, seeking more. The slight ache in my side only seems to add to my pleasure.

“You’re so wet.”

Another blast of heat and humiliation races through me. My cheeks and ears burn with it. I don’t know what to say.

“You’re blushing,” he says, and I blow out a steady breath. “Are you embarrassed that you’re wet?”

I can’t look at him, but I do nod.

Felix groans in my ear, and my heart sputters to a stop.