With the overwhelming sensations and the crashing waves of emotion that washed through his body, it was nearly impossible not to give into his instinct. It was nearly impossible to forget that she was a real woman—and an inexperienced one at that—rather than a whore at a brothel who'd dealt with men rougher than he could ever be. If the feeling of her teeth nipping at his neck wasn't enough to drive him wild, watching her fall back against the bed and feeling her body react to his movements was.

His breaths coming out in quick, shallow pants, he quickly pushed himself into a kneeling position, his fingers clawing into her hips as he kept their rhythm going. It was a surprise that he'd lasted this long; and though he was determined to bring her the same relief, he wasn't sure if he'd be able to at this point. While one hand held her in place, another traveled higher on her body—across her waist; to gently squeeze her breast; and then to up to the back of her neck, where he gently angled her head towards him.

"You're mine," he gasped as he felt the muscles in his lower half begin to tighten.

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