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Mine.

The thought is primal, undeniable. I climb onto the bed, kneeling between her thighs, and run my hands up her legs, spreading her open for me. She's wet. I can see it, glistening against her folds, and the sight makes my mouth water.

“So ready for me.” I drag one finger through her arousal, and she arches off the bed with a cry. “So responsive. I've been dreaming about this, Cora. About finally having you in my bed.”

“Roman…”

“Shh.” I press a finger inside her, feeling her tight heat clamp around me, and she moans, her head falling back against the pillow. “So tight, princess. So fucking tight.”

I add a second finger, stretching her slowly, the past days of exploring each other making this easier. I pump softly into her, savoring her whimpers. I curl my fingers, finding that spot inside her. Her eyes fly open, and she gasps.

“Yes. Y-yes. There, please…”

I work her with my fingers, building her up, watching the flush spread across her chest, her neck, her face. She's beautiful like this, uninhibited, desperate, completely at my mercy. Suddenly, her back bows, and her body clamps around my fingers as she orgasms.

I withdraw my fingers and reach into the nightstand for a condom.

Cora watches me tear open the wrapper.

“You’re sure?” I ask one last time.

“Yes.”

I roll the condom on before settling between her thighs again.

“Look at me, Cora.” Her eyes find mine, dark and glazed with need. “This might be uncomfortable at first. If anything hurts or you need me to stop, you tell me. Understand?”

“Yes.” Her voice is barely audible. “I want you inside me. Please, Roman. I need…”

I push in. Slowly. Feeling every inch of her resistance, every moment of stretch as her body adjusts to mine. She's so tight I have to grit my teeth to keep from losing control, to keep from thrusting into that wet heat like my body is screaming at me to do.

Cora gasps, her body tensing beneath me, and I still immediately. My hands frame her face.

“Breathe, princess. Breathe for me.”

She does, shaky and uneven, and I feel her relax by degrees around me. When she's ready, I push deeper, filling her completely, and we both groan at the sensation.

“Fuck.” I drop my forehead to hers, my arms bracketing her head, caging her in the safest way I know how. “You feel…Christ, Cora, you feel perfect.”

She wraps her legs around my hips, pulling me closer. I start to move.

Slow at first, giving her time to adjust. But when she starts meeting my thrusts, her hips rising to meet mine, I speed up. Cora is making these sounds…soft whimpers and moans and breathless cries of my name that are driving me insane.

“More.” She arches against me, her fingers fisting in the sheets. “Roman, please, I need more…”

I grip her hip with one hand, tilting her pelvis to change the angle, and she screams as I hit that spot inside her, the one that makes her see stars. I keep that angle, moving harder now that she’s asking for it, watching every reaction as she falls apart beneath me.

“Come for me, Cora.” My voice is rough, barely recognizable. “I want to feel you come around my cock. I want to feel you squeeze me until I can't think.”

She shatters, her orgasm crashing through her with enough force to make her back bow off the bed, her cry echoing through the room. Her body tightens around me, rhythmic and pulsing, and I follow her over the edge with a groan that sounds like it was torn from my chest.

Her body tightening around me sends me over the edge with her, and for a moment, the world narrows to nothing but the two of us, joined, breathless, completely undone. I stay close until our breathing begins to settle, then brush her hair back from her face.

She winces slightly, and I press kisses to the red marks the metal left behind.

“Okay?” I murmur against her skin.

“Perfect.” She smiles, dazed and sated, her fingers tracing the tattoos on my chest. “That was…Roman, that was everything.”