Page 46 of Branded By Shadow

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Her lips part.

No joke.

No comeback.

I like her sass, but I like this too. Her open. Bare. Real.

I brace one hand beside her head and use the other to angle her hips.

“This might hurt.”

“I know.”

“You want me to stop, you say it once.”

Her eyes hold mine. “I will.”

Good.

Enough.

I press into her.

Slow.

The head of my cock pushes past that tight first resistance, and every muscle in my body locks. She’s hot and soaked and so damn tight I have to stop before I lose the last of my control.

Her fingers dig into my arms.

I watch her face.

Her brows pinch. Her mouth opens. Her breath catches hard.

I freeze.

“Breathe, love.”

“I am.”

“Better.”

She drags in air.

I kiss her. Slow. Deep. Keeping her mouth busy while I give her another inch.

Her body resists, then gives.

She whimpers against my lips.

I stop again, teeth clenched, sweat breaking at the back of my neck.

“Hurts?”

“A little.”

I curse under my breath.

Her hands slide up to my jaw, forcing my eyes back to hers. “Don’t look like that.”

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