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“You’re pierced?” She gulps, eyes wide as she points to my cock. “And huge.”

I throw my head back and laugh at her serious tone, completely unfiltered.

“Yes, baby, I’m pierced. But it’s okay, I’m going to be careful. I won’t hurt you, I promise.”

She blushes as I reach for her hand and wrap it around my cock, helping her stroke me slowly, the sensation making me shiver.

I shift back between her legs, lower my head, and take one nipple between my lips, sucking softly.

“So good, Ser,” I groan, thrusting into her hand. “I need to be inside you. I can’t wait any longer.”

I kiss her collarbone, her neck, her ear—biting gently—and feel her start to melt again. Her moans become softer, sweeter, like honey dripping from her lips. She keeps stroking me, and I swear, I’m on the edge of losing control.

Hovering just above her, I whisper against her lips, “Good girl. Relax for me, baby. It’s going to feel so good, you’ll love it.” I kiss her nose softly. “But before we go any further, please tell me if you really want this. If I take you now, there’s no going back. You’ll be entirely mine, Ser. I’ll own you—your body, your mind, everything.”

Her chest rises fast, her breathing shallow. Her eyes, wide and vulnerable, hold mine as she threads her fingers through my hair. “I want you, Nick. All of you,” she says, her voice trembling. “I trust you to take care of me. And to be a good husband.”

My chest tightens.

“Thank you, baby,” I whisper.

Closing the distance between us, I kiss her again with a mixture of relief and desperation.

If she had told me to stop, I don’t know what the hell I would’ve done. I’m afraid I’m too far gone.

I pull back and reach for my nightstand. “Condom.”

She grabs my wrist, stopping me. Then guides my hand between her legs—to her clit—looking up at me with flushed cheeks.

“I’m on the pill. I’m clean. And we’ll be married soon. We don’t need it… unless you want to use one,” she says, blushing and biting her lip.

Surprised, I look at her.

“You sure?”

She nods.

“I’m clean too,” I say softly. “I haven’t been with anyone else since my last check. And I’ve never gone bare before.”

Still holding my gaze, she reaches down, and helps me align myself at her entrance, then lets her hand fall beside her on the sheets. Her fist clenched.

“I’m sure, Nick.”

I kiss her, our tongues tangling, while I take my cock in my hand and thrust into her in one swift move.

Her breath hitches, her muscles tensing around me, and she cries out as tears fall from her closed eyes.

I freeze instantly. “Baby, look at me, please,” I whisper. “What’s wrong?” I bring my hands to her face as she opens her eyes to look at me. “Why are you crying, Ser?”

After three deep breaths, she starts to move her hips, but I stop her with mine.

“Sierra, I need you to tell me what’s going on.” I pull back to look at her, my gaze searching.

“I… Nothing, nothing’s wrong, Nick. Please, start moving,” my fiancée pleads with me.

She tries to compose herself, but I notice her discomfort. I pull out, only the tip left inside, and that’s when I see blood on me and my sheets.

“Baby, are you on your per…?” I stop, unable to finish that sentence. The thought alone makes me want to punch something.