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I wasn’t ready for it to happen so fast, and my body pulses with release. I grip his head, my fingers tight in his hair as I ride the waves of my orgasm.

I’m still coming down when Judge moves over me, his cock centered at my entrance. My eyes find his, the hunger in them more primitive than ever.

Nerves rocket through me. He’s big. I’m not sure he’s going to fit.

“Judge, wait.”

He stops immediately. “What is it, baby?”

I swallow, my cheeks burning. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

His brows draw together. “What?”

“I’ve never done this before.”

He goes completely still. “Never?”

I shake my head. “You’re my first.”

“Fuck.”

For a moment, he just stares at me. Then his expression changes, and he cups my cheek, brushing his thumb gently across my skin.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t know how.” I glance down before meeting his eyes again. “And you’re… well, you’re not exactly small.”

A rough chuckle escapes him, but it fades when he sees I’m genuinely worried.

“Listen to me. I’m not going to rush you. Understand?”

I nod.

“Words, Little Mouse.”

“I understand.”

“Good girl.”

He presses his forehead against mine.

“You tell me if something hurts. If you need me to stop, I stop.”

The tenderness in his voice nearly undoes me.

This is the same man who terrifies grown men with a single look. The same man who claims everything he wants without hesitation.

Yet here he is, treating me like I’m something precious.

“I want this,” I whisper. “I want you.”

His gaze searches mine, and then he kisses me.

Slowly.

There’s none of the urgency from moments ago. He takes his time, making sure I’m comfortable, and I cling to him as the last of my nervousness begins to fade.

When he finally presses against me, he doesn’t push.