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up to my body, and the need to just let go and come was pretty fucking strong. It was through sheer will alone—and the fact I wanted inside her so badly—that I was keeping it together.
    I wanted us sweating, panting out in exertion as I claimed her, as she took my virginity, and I owned hers.
    As I stared down at her breasts, my mouth watered at the sight of those red, hard nipples almost begging for me to suck on them. It overrode everything else in me. It was hard to go slow, take my time, and fully enjoy this while not rushing and giving her pleasure too. My body screamed to reach down and grab my cock, place it at her entrance, and pop her cherry at the same time I gave her mine.
    I dipped my head low and dragged my tongue over one stiff peak, did the same thing to the other, and felt her jerk beneath me. That act had her pussy sliding up and down for a second on my cock, and I groaned. I pulled one hard tip into my mouth and sucked, her flavor sweet, addicting, and like nothing I’d ever had before. I could suck on her forever, just bathe myself in her scent and taste, but she was murmuring for more, to have me take her.
    How could I deny my girl when I was being selfish in taking what I needed? I pulled back and watched as she licked her lips. I was riveted to the sight of her bottom lip as it became wet and red from the act.
    “Spread your legs wider for me, baby.”
    I leaned back and braced my hands on the blanket beside her. A bed would obviously be more comfortable, but if my girl was into it then this is how it would be.
    I lowered my head and ran my gaze along her belly, over the top of her mound covered by trimmed darker hair, and stared at what she’d revealed.
    “God,” I said and ran a hand over my mouth. “You’re fucking gorgeous here.” I ran my finger down her slit, her body trembling for me.
    Her pussy lips were wet, pink, and swollen for me. It was all for me.
    “You’re mine, Isabel.” My voice was harsh and gruff.
    “I am yours,” she whispered.
    “You were mine before you knew it.” I felt like some kind of animal right now, ready to mark my mate, to make it known that she was mine no matter what. I wanted to lick every inch of her body, wanted to memorize every dip and curve of her, but right now I needed to be inside of her.
    I grabbed my cock, stroked myself a few times, and finally placed the tip at her entrance. She smelled so fucking good, like sweet musk that drove me insane.
    That scent, the way she was so primed, was all for me.
    “You’re fucking mine,” I said again, staring into her eyes. In one swift move, I buried my nearly ten inches into her wet, tight pussy.
    “Oh, God,” she whispered and gripped the blanket beside her. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open. I stilled, my balls pressed against her ass, her inner muscle clenching around me. I wanted to fill her with my cum, watch it slip out of her when I pulled out. I wanted her to smell like me, and let every male know that they couldn’t have her. I stared down at where we were connected and rubbed my finger along her engorged clit, and lower still until I circled her pussy hole that I filled. Before I could pull away, she grabbed my wrist and pulled that soaked finger to her mouth. I watched with a slack jaw as she sucked on my finger, running her tongue along the digit and cleaning her juices off.
    I was going to fill her up with so much of my jizz, my scent, there would be no washing me off of her.

Chapter Seven

Isabel
    T he pain was instant as soon as Quinn shoved all those inches into me. But I didn’t want to show that discomfort on my face; I knew he’d worry, wanting to make sure I was okay.
    But the pain was inevitable.
    Pain made a lasting impression and was like a wonderful scar laced along the body, a reminder of what was shared, of what was experienced.
    Without that pain, it might have well just been another experience for me.
    I held onto his biceps, his muscles pronounced, bulging. I dug my