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He props himself up on one elbow, holding most of his weight as he drags the head of his cock through my wet folds and my heart lodges in my throat, unable to speak, barely able to breathe with the realization that I should have told him.
Is it fair of me not to tell him?
Does he really need to know?
The conflict distracts me enough that I don’t notice when he notches himself at my entrance, his eyes locking with mine as if looking for any sign he should stop.
“Doc,” I whisper. “I need to…”
I’m cut off when he presses forward and I scream so loud it makes my own ears ring. The pain burns through my entire body as he stretches me impossibly.
His gaze locks with mine and we stare at each other for long seconds as he processes what he’s just worked out.
He just unknowingly took my virginity.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
DOC
She’s a fucking virgin.
Or at least she was.
Why didn’t she tell me?
Why the fuck wouldn’t she tell me something like this?
Or was that what she was about to say?
Was she about to tell me when I pushed inside her?
I checked to make sure she wasn’t hesitant. I’m a fucking asshole, but I’d never force her into anything she didn’t want to do. But there was no hesitation. She stared back at me with something akin to admiration. No one has ever looked at me like that before, and I hope no one but her ever does.
Because by giving this to me, by allowing me to be her first, she has to know I’m never going to let her go because I’m also going to be her last and her only.
“Isla,” I growl, the sound barely human as it escapes my throat.
“I was about to tell you,” she whispers. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.”
I close my eyes, willing my body to remain still above hers despite how badly I want to fuck her until she can’t breathewithout my cock inside her. I’m not going to tell her I would have been gentler if I’d known, because that would be a lie.
I’m not capable of soft or slow. It’s not in my nature, but I at least could have tried to not be a total asshole about it.
“Fuck, Isla.”
“I’m sorry.” The pain in her voice pulls me out of my possessive need to claim her, to keep her, to protect her from anything and anyone who could take what’s mine.
“You think I’m angry?”
“Aren’t you?”
I chuckle, the sound low and deep and devoid of humor. “No, little spitfire. I’m not angry. I’m fucking ecstatic that I’m the first man to ever be inside you. I’m about five seconds away from losing control and fucking you until you’re full of my cum and then keeping you that way for the rest of your fucking life. But I’m not angry.”
“Oh.”
“Tell me you’re mine,” I demand.
“I’m yours,” she whispers.
