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I take my time. Every cell in my body is screaming at me to move, to lose control, but I force my roaring blood to slow down, dropping into that deep, hyper-focused state I usually reserve for the ice. Everything becomes deliberate. Every single movement is controlled, precise, and entirely dedicated to her. I can’t afford to screw this up. I won't be the reason she regrets a single thing about tonight.

I kiss her along her jaw and down her throat. When I cup her breasts in my hands, sliding my fingers up beneath the cups of her bra, she arches her back and moans. I shove her bra down and wrap my lips around one of her nipples, sucking gently as I knead her other breast.

“Oh, wow,” she gasps. “That feels so good.”

I grin, then sit back and move to unbutton my shirt.

“Wait,” she murmurs, sitting up and batting my hands away. “It’s my turn.”

She finishes undoing my shirt and watches me, her eyes going wide when I shrug out of it.

“Holy shit,” she murmurs.

“Like what you see?” I tease.

She nods, her gaze flashing eagerly. Her hands are on me the next second, tracing the ridges of my abs, up to my pecks. She takes her time, appearing to savor the feel of me.

“You’re so strong,” she whispers. “So big.”

I cover her hands with mine, guiding her touch. Her face grows more flushed, her eyes darker, and her expression hungrier.

I gently guide her so she’s lying back down on her back, then slide her panties down her legs, tossing them to the floor. She presses her thighs together, more out of instinct, I think, than nerves, but I take her knees and carefully pry them open.

“Good girl, open up for me,” I murmur. “Fuck, that’s a good view.”

Her pussy is glistening, and so pink and pretty, I can’t help but want to taste her.

“I’m going to make sure you’re ready, baby,” I tell her, my voice gravelly. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Holding her thighs in my hands, I lower my head and drag my tongue along her pussy. She lets out a breathy cry, throwing her head back, her hair fanning out around her.

“Julian! Oh, my God!”

She tastes so sweet, and I feast on her like a starving man. As I lick her folds, my thumb finds her clit, and I rub it in tight circles. I reach up and knead her breast with my other hand. She writhes beneath me, grinding her hips up against my mouth. Hot, eager little thing.

I press my face into the crook of her neck, dialed into the ragged, breathless sounds tearing from her throat. I listen to the sharp, high hitch in her breath when I apply just the right amount of pressure, and the low, desperate whimper she makes when she needs more. I’m memorizing all of it. I want to know every secret trigger of her body, learn exactly what she likes, and how she sounds when she belongs to me.

“Ah! I’m going to come!” she suddenly groans.

I hold her down, showing no mercy as she jerks and quakes, her orgasm hitting her hard. Fuck, I’m about to burst in my pants. I need to be inside her before I totally lose my mind.

Lifting my head, I lick my lips as I take in her stunned expression. Her chest is rising and falling with her heavy breaths, and her eyes are glossy with a haze of satisfaction. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.

Pushing to my feet. I undo my pants and push them down my legs. Taking them off completely, I dig my wallet out of my pocket and pull out the condom I have tucked inside.

Hadley arches a brow. “You came prepared.”

I shrug, tearing the foil packet open with my teeth. “It’s a guy thing.”

She snorts. “Sure it is.”

Grinning, I hold her gaze as I roll the condom down the length of my cock. Her eyes lock onto the movement, her lips parting as she stares at my dick. I give it a few strokes, then climb onto the bed and settle between her legs.

“Let me know if it hurts,” I tell her as I line up with her entrance.

Biting her bottom lip, she nods, and her fingers curl into the bedsheets. Sucking in a deep breath, I start to inch my way inside her. She gasps, then lets out a long moan.

I pause. “Okay?”