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"No."

"Please," I begged, trying to snap my hips up to meet his.

"Fuck," he hissed. "Gwen, no. I'm trying to do this right. I don't want to scare you during our first damn time together." He was breathing heavy and it was so sexy to hear the agony in his voice.

"Please," I cried, tears springing to my eyes. "Harder."

"Shit," he snapped. "You'll tell me if I'm too rough."

"You told me I got to control this," I said, arching against him. "I want all of you."

"I'm not fucking holding back," he groaned.

"Don't."

He kissed me, his tongue sweeping inside my mouth. The kiss was possessive and fierce. When he pulled back, his eyes were blazing with need. "Hold on to me," he demanded.

My arms wrapped around his shoulders and my legs around his hips.

"Good girl," he said. His pace picked up and he was no longer being gentle. He was no longer holding back. And it was...perfect.

"Reed," I cried. "Oh!"

"That's it," he encouraged.

My body was moving of its own accord, trying to keep up with him, to match his movements. My breasts were bouncing and I knew it must look ridiculous, but I didn't care.

"You look so fucking good," he growled. "So damn beautiful. So sexy. Come for me, Gwen."

"Almost," I whimpered, my fingernails digging into his shoulders.

"You need more?" he asked, fingers of one hand flexing on my hip. He lowered his head and sank his teeth into my shoulder.

"Reed," I wailed, my body clenching around his.

"That's my girl," he crooned as I fell apart around him.

The pain of his bite had forced my mind to go blank and allow the pleasure to take over. My entire body was thrumming with need, and the pulsing waves of my release had me flying high.

"Fuck," he groaned, and then he thrust harder, and faster.

I could feel every inch of him inside of me, and he was so deep. My eyes flew open and locked on his. They were so bright, like the waters surrounding some tropical island. He was watching me as he thrust his hips, hitting some secret place inside of me.

I couldn't catch my breath and was afraid that I might faint. He was so perfect. This was all exactly what I needed. And if he kept going I was going to shatter again. I wasn't sure I could handle that. He'd break me and I'd never be whole again. Not without him. I wasn't ready for that.

"Gwen," he roared.

I watched his eyes darken, his muscles tense, and felt the hot splash of his release deep inside me. His arms tightened and he pulled me close as his hips moved.

My name was a broken prayer falling from his lips. He dropped his forehead down onto mine as we gasped together.

"Holy shit," he said after a long moment.

I giggled, feeling like a fool, but not caring.

"Don't laugh at me," he warned, the look in his eyes teasing. "I'm an old man and you nearly killed me."

I laughed. "You're thirty-eight. That's hardly old."