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“Blythe.” Her name was a groan against her throat as she worked him. “I need⁠—“

“Yeah,” she agreed, breathless. “Me too.”

His hands found the waistband of her coveralls and yanked them down, taking her underwear with them. She shoved at the fabric, kicking off her boots at the same time. Then his hands closed around her thighs and he lifted her as if she weighed nothing.

Her back hit the cold metal of the locker door, and she wrapped her legs around his hips.

He lined himself up and thrust home in one hard movement.

She gasped.

Oh god. He really was huge, filling her completely, stretching her in ways she hadn’t been stretched before. The ridges she’d felt pressed against her inner walls, rubbing places that made her clench around him. If she hadn’t been so wet, so ready for him… if she hadn’t wanted this so much, it might have hurt.

But it didn’t. Instead, it felt like every nerve in her body had just woken up all at once.

He froze.

“Did I hurt you?” His voice was tight, strained, his big body almost trembling with the effort of holding still. Worry flickered in those blue-green eyes, cutting through the heat as he looked down at her.

Grabbing his face with both hands, she yanked him down.

“Shut the fuck up,” she growled against his lips, “and fuck me.”

The growl he let out was pure animal.

Then he moved.

Hard and fast and deep, slamming into her with a force that rattled the locker door on its hinges. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held on, her head falling back against the metal as pleasure crashed through her.

Surging against her, he filled her over and over again. And each thrust hit a spot inside her that made her toes curl.

“You like that?” His voice was ragged in her ear. “There?”

She couldn’t form words, only whimper. He did it again, angling his hips the same way, and she cried out. She clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders, as the pressure built low in her belly.

He wasn’t just taking his own pleasure. He was watching her, reading every gasp and moan, then adjusting to give her exactly what she needed.

No one had ever done that before.

“More,” she gasped. “Oh god. Rann⁠—

His hand slid between them, thumb finding her clit, and the world exploded.

She came apart around him with a scream, pleasure ripping through her so hard she forgot her own name. Every muscle in her body clenched, her inner walls milking him, and she felt him lose control.

His rhythm shattered. His hips snapped forward one last time, and he buried his face in her neck with a roar that sounded completely inhuman.

Buried deep inside her, his cock jerked and pulsed, his hot seed flooding her inner walls.

They stayed locked together, both shaking, the locker door groaning behind them at the abuse. His breath was harsh against her throat as she stared at the ceiling, her brain offline as every cell in her body sang.

She’d had sex before. Plenty of it, over the years. Some of it good, some of it forgettable, some of it she’d rather not remember at all.

She’d never had this.

She’d never had sex that was soul-shattering.

And she wasn’t sure what to do about it.