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“I am looking at you.”

“Need to hear you say it.”

Her expression changes.

No teasing now.

“I want this, Torch.”

I hold her gaze.

“You know you can change your mind.”

“I know.”

“And if something doesn't feel right, you tell me.”

“I will.”

She brushes her thumb across my jaw.

“Now will you stop acting like I'm going to break?”

A laugh escapes me.

“Christ, sweetheart. You're going to be the death of me.”

“Pretty sure I already told you what I want.”

Yeah.

She did.

I pull off the T-shirt and black briefs I put on after my shower and toss them aside.

When I return to her, she watches me with those wide eyes.

“Still with me?” I ask.

“Unfortunately, you're still talking.”

I grin.

“Smart-ass.”

She pulls me down for another kiss.

I position myself, the head of my cock brushing against her wet opening. I can feel her trembling, her breath coming in shallow hitches.

I don't rush. I lean down, kissing her deeply, distracting her with my mouth while I slowly, agonizingly, begin to push inside.

She lets out a sharp cry, her fingers clutching my biceps. I freeze.

"Look at me," I command softly.

She opens her eyes, locking onto mine. I see the trust there, and it nearly breaks me.

"I've got you," I murmur.