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wet and so fucking hot, and it took all his self-control not to thrust into her and start pounding with abandon. He had to remind himself of her innocence. She’d never taken a cock into her quim before, and he would be gentle with her—well, as gentle as he could manage—this first time.
    “Please please please ,” she said once he moved from her lips to kiss and nibble on her neck. “Varron, I…” She was beside herself with pleasure, arching into him and attempting to take more of his manhood into her snug channel.
    “Be very still, young lady, unless you want me to lose control.” He peered into her eyes. “You are a virgin, lass, and it will hurt a little this first time. I am trying to go slow and be gentle with you.”
    A look of confusion flittered across her face, but she obeyed, ceasing her movements and resting beneath him.
    “Good girl. Now, I am going to claim you as mine, Meadow. The pain will last but a moment, and then I promise to make you feel good. You’ll be thrashing around and crying out in ecstasy before you know it. Do you trust me?” He inched forward and paused when he met the resistance of her virginal barrier.
    “Aye, Varron. I-I trust you.” She donned a brave expression and nodded, beckoning him to plunge fully into her tightness.
    He drove forward, pushing past her hymen and burying himself in her hilt-deep. She cried out and clutched onto him as if for dear life, her nails digging into his back. Pausing within her, he waited until she relaxed slightly, her breathing slowing and her grip on him lessening.
    “Are you all right, my sweet?”
    “Aye, I’m fine, Varron. The pain…well, it’s fading.”
    God, she was tight. Tighter than he had imagined. He’d never taken a virgin before.
    He blinked quickly to dispel the dark spots clouding his vision and commenced moving in and out of her at a torturously slow pace. His blood heated and sweat trickled down his temples. He felt as if a beast was caged inside him, roaring and clawing to get out, but still he held back and contained his most primal urges to be rough with the lass, not wanting to hurt or scare her.
    Gradually, he built a faster rhythm inside her, and she gave a soft moan and parted her thighs wider, inviting his thrusts and even meeting some of them. He grabbed her hips and went faster, deeper, as he stared into her eyes and felt his heart softening to his new wife.
    It was the oddest feeling—experiencing physical pleasure at the same time his heart moved for her. He felt possessive of her and vowed to never let harm come to her. He’d keep her safe always, this sweet little bride of his.
    He reached for her clit and swirled her moisture atop the engorged nubbin, applying more and more pressure as he circled it. Her eyes fluttered shut and she moaned louder and met his thrusts with more vigor. Her moans turned to pleading, urgent whines, and seconds later she writhed violently and cried out beneath him, the ecstasy finally taking her under.
    “That’s it, lass. Come for me while my cock is deep inside you.”
    The exquisite tightness of her muscles clamping down on his length as she convulsed around him drove him past the point of no return. A tingling sensation zipped up his inner thighs and his balls tightened. Blackness once again dotted his vision and he came hard, pumping into her faster as he spurted his seed into her depths.
    After he recovered from his release, he slowly pulled out of her and gathered her against him, drawing the fur coverings overtop them both. He stroked her hair and kissed her cheek, and she snuggled against him, wrapping one leg around his and resting a hand on his chest. She drew lazy circles in his chest hair and sighed sweetly as the sounds of the night suddenly became apparent.
    Animals screeched in the nearby forest, and a chorus of crickets even started up, though not as loud as during the hot summer months. Laughter and men’s voices floated in from the camp. Shadows moved