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He smiled and kissed her palm.
“Nowhere.”
He put her fingers on the clasp of his jeans. “Undo them,” he commanded.

She licked her lips,
then
unsnapped the
waist. He ground his teeth, fighting for control as she slowly pulled open the
zipper. She didn’t realize it, but he planned to never let her go. Not after
this.
Then why aren’t you pairing with her?
a
small voice asked. He shoved it down, ignoring it. He’d make love with her and
protect her, but pairing was an entirely different thing. Bonding so intimately
that their very souls were connected… His thoughts scattered when her fingers
bumped his cock. He hadn’t worn underwear so his dick had sprung out the moment
the zipper went down.

“Can I touch it?” she asked, whispering.

He nodded, amused.
“Of course.”

She touched the tip, smearing pre-cum around the sensitive skin.
He groaned quietly as her emotions rocketed through him: awe, arousal, a hint
of fear.

“Don’t be afraid,” he murmured, closing his hand around hers. He
used her fingers to jack himself, then let go. She kept going, stroking him
shyly. The look on her face had him close to climax, so he moved away,
stripping his jeans the rest of the way off.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

She bit her lip nervously. He climbed on the bed, kissing her
until he sensed her worry ease. She grabbed onto his arms and his cock pressed
against her hip. He shuddered,
then
moved her up the
bed, capturing her hands and holding them above her head. “Open your legs,” he
commanded.

Eva swallowed and did as he asked. He groaned at the sight of her
pink pussy, open and wet just for him.

“I’m going to be the first man to touch you, Eva,” he said,
fingering her clit with his free hand.
“The first man to make
you climax.”
She trembled, twisting her wrists. He held her tighter,
sensing she needed the reassurance. “I won’t hurt you.”

“I know,” she whispered.

He flicked her clit again and again until he felt her ride the
edge of orgasm. When he sensed she was about to fly over, he stopped and moved
in, using his cock to play with her pussy. “Relax, this is all good,” he said,
as his empathy sensed her sudden apprehension.

“I can’t,” she muttered, looking away.

He let go of her arms and cupped her cheeks. “Look at me.”

She did and he lost himself in her gaze. Eyes locked, he nudged at
her entrance with his prick, pressing inexorably forward. When she winced, he
backed off and teased her clit again. He smiled. “I won’t hurt you,” he
repeated, using his power to judge precisely when she was about to lose it. He
pressed forward again, his cock going in a little further. When she tensed, he
eased up, stroking with his dick. She was so wet, it took everything he had to
keep from just thrusting inside, but that would hurt him as much as it hurt
her.

“I’m sorry,” she panted, clutching his shoulders.

He huffed,
then
rolled them until she was
on top, his ring swinging on its chain between her breasts. “I’m not,” he said,
stabilizing her above him. Her hips filled his hands perfectly. The dark red
curls of her pubic hair tickled his abdomen as she leaned forward. “Put me
inside you,” he said, bending his knees to support her.

Trembling, she grabbed his erection with her hands and tilted him
up.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he said, encouraging her with his hips.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” she said, hair falling over her
face and brushing his chest.

“You can.” He thrust, making her gasp as the tip of his cock slid
past her clit. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

She nodded, sinking down a little. His cock slid inside, a bit
further this time before the pinch of her forehead told him it hurt. The pain
wasn’t as bad though—his empathy barely caught it.

“Easy,” he murmured, letting her control the pace. He flicked her
clit with his thumb and nibbled at her nipple. She arched her back at the twin
sensations. Abruptly, his cock slid all the way inside and she fell forward,
shuddering. He held her tightly as her emotions flowed through him: heat and
triumph and fear all mixed up together. He let her get used to the feel of him
for a moment,
then
he rolled them again, using his
legs to open her thighs. “God, you feel so fucking
good
,
Eva,” he said, moving his groin in tiny circles. Her body was hot and wet and
so damn tight it was all he could do to keep from fucking her senseless. He
felt her body ease a tiny bit, and then her arousal began to build again.

“Hold on,” he told her.

She slid her arms around his neck. “Like this? Is this okay?”

He grinned fiercely. “Any way you like is okay.” He began to move,
thrusting faster and harder as the pleasure built. Wanting to feel all of her,
he reached down and fingered the tight bud of her asshole, biting back a cry
when she writhed, obviously liking it. He slid a finger inside, then another,
fucking her pussy with his cock at the same time. She clung to his arms, and then
grabbed his hair. He leaned down and bit her nipple, sucking it into his mouth.
She screamed as she
orgasmed
, her body clenching
around his cock and fingers. His empathic sense flooded with her pleasure and
he groaned long and hard as his hips stuttered and he went over the edge too.
The waves of heat went on and on and it wasn’t until her body went limp beneath
him that he was able to unclench his left hand from the sheets. He hadn’t even
realized he’d fisted the fabric. He fell down on top of her, breathing hard,
but careful not to crush her. She was so damn delicate—he didn’t want to ever
hurt her.

“Sweet Eva,” he murmured, kissing behind her ear. Inside her, his
still-hard cock twitched.

“Greyson, oh my God,” she said,
then
broke off. He lifted up to look at her face. Her cheeks were wet.

****

Greyson kissed her nose and Eva almost started sobbing again at
the look on his face. This gentle man was her grumpy, angry Greyson?

“Hang on, let me get something to clean you up with,” he said,
slowly pulling out of her body.

She trembled as his cock dragged against all the sensitive nerve endings
in her pussy. She wasn’t sure she wanted him to go, but he was off the bed and
heading to the bathroom before she could say anything. She wanted to do that
again.
A lot.
When she heard water running, she
stretched, working out the kinks in her neck.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he said from the doorway.

Eva looked up, blushing. She was still too plump, in her opinion,
but he didn’t seem to mind. He didn’t even seem to
notice.
Of course, he
didn’t have an ounce of fat on him. Sleek muscles and dark hair tapered down to
his groin where his cock hung, still half-erect. Her fingers twitched. She
wanted to touch him again.

“Let me clean you up,” he said, sitting on the bed. She let him
part her legs, flushing hotly when he gently began to pat at her privates. When
he bumped her clit, she jumped as it sent sparks through her. He chuckled,
then
did it again.

“You’re doing that on purpose,” she said, struggling up. She
pushed his arm away.

He smiled and tossed the cloth on the floor.
“Perhaps.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, then, feeling bold, leaned down and
grasped his cock with her hand. It swelled, going from half-hard to completely
erect in moments. Greyson sat perfectly still. “I want to taste you,” she told
him.

He groaned and went back on his elbows. “Be my guest.”

She laughed at the strangled tone of his voice,
then
bent down, tentatively licking.
He must have cleaned himself up in the
bathroom,
she thought. He tasted like mint soap and skin and male musk. She
licked harder,
then
slipped the head into her mouth,
letting herself get used the feel of him.

“Eva, Jesus. Don’t stop,” he said hoarsely.

She smiled around him and sank down, careful not to take in too
much. The last thing she wanted to do was cough up her lunch all over him. She
sucked, then slipped off and headed down to his balls. When she paused, he
encouraged her.

“Go ahead,” he said.

She lifted an eyebrow,
then
licked them
gently. He shivered. Clearly he liked that. She played with him, then slid her
finger down behind, curious.

“Press up,” he instructed.

She looked up at him. “What?”

“Press up, right here,” he said, showing her where. She did,
smoothing her fingers into his perineum. He grunted and moved restlessly. His
cock bounced. She sucked him back in, working the tip with her tongue as she
fondled his balls. He panted, legs opening.

“Fuck, Eva,” he growled, suddenly grabbing her and tossing her on
the bed on her stomach.

She squeaked, too surprised to protest. When he pulled her hips up
and entered her from behind, she almost bit through her lip.
“Greyson,
holy shit!”

He leaned over her and kissed her shoulder. “Feel good?”

She nodded. He bit the juncture of her neck and she shivered. She’d
had no idea she liked pain so much. His cock moved in her body with only a
twinge from losing her virginity earlier. He’d been so patient and gentle, she
hadn’t even been afraid.
Well, not afraid
much, she thought. He paused, as if sensing the train of her thoughts. “Don’t
stop,” she said, moving back to meet his cock.

He chuckled,
then
slapped her right ass
cheek without warning. “Settle down.”

She choked as the burn from the swat moved through her. “Oh God,
do that again,” she said,
then
she closed her eyes,
mortified. Has she really just asked him to spank her?
Yes. You totally did.

“You want more?” he asked, smoothing a hand over her tingling
skin.

God help me.
She nodded. “Yes.”

He spanked her again, on her left cheek this time. She squirmed,
clenching her inner muscles around his cock. He felt bigger in this position,
more dominant, and she liked that, too. He swatted her again, then again, until
the heat spread down to her pussy and she couldn’t speak. She bit the sheet
beneath her, barely able to keep her knees under her. When Greyson hauled her
in tighter, an arm around her waist, she let herself go limp. He spanked her
again and she gasped, writhing on his lap. When he pinched her nipple, her
climax roared up out of nowhere, rushing through her in a great, inexorable
flood of pleasure. She may have screamed, she wasn’t sure, but then Greyson was
fucking into her hard, balls slapping against her clit. She
orgasmed
again as the head of his dick pressed into her womb. This time the pleasure
started from deep inside. She shook, knees giving out and he groaned, cock
pulsing. She shuddered as heat spread through her, then they collapsed on the
bed, Greyson tucked up against her back.

A long time later, his softening cock slipped out of her and she
sighed.
“So much for cleaning up.”

He chuckled and reached down to grab the sheets they’d pushed off
the bed during their acrobatics. “I’m not getting up again.
Too
tired.”

She smiled as he gathered her in, leaning his head against her
temple. “That’s okay,” she said. “I don’t want to move, either.”

“You never took the ring off,” he murmured, playing with the
chain.

She blinked, looking down. “Huh.
How about that.”

He slid his hand down and closed his fingers around it. He held it
like that for a moment and Eva felt a trickle of power tease the edge of her
mind. She frowned, about to pull away, but then he dropped the ring back down.

“There. It’s charged again,” he said softly.

“Charged?”

He wouldn’t let her move away. “
Shh
. Go
to sleep.”

Eva wrinkled her nose at him, but exhaustion pulled her down. She
yawned as he sighed into her hair.
I’ll ask him again later,
she
thought, closing her eyes as her dreams dragged her under.

Chapter Eight

Eva woke in darkness, heart pounding as if she’d forgotten to do
something important. She looked around, confused for a moment, then saw Greyson
sleeping next to her and relaxed. She was safe, in Greyson’s bed, in his very
secret,
very
unexpected house. She looked out the
window, marveling at the view of the stars. The storm from earlier had blown
away and she could see for miles.

She rolled over, stretching, about to go back to sleep when she
bolted upright. The hacker! She glanced at Greyson, but he didn’t stir.
I
have to go,
she thought, swinging her legs over the bed.

It wasn’t until she stood on the threshold of his front door that
she began to have misgivings.
He’s going to kill me,
she thought, hand
on the knob. She glanced at the stairs. He hadn’t stirred as she used the
bathroom and got dressed. He hadn’t even rolled over when she eased out of the
room and up the stairs.