She breaks.
Her whole body goes tight, then shudders hard as pleasure takes her.
I hold her through it, mouth gentle now, hand locked with hers, body shaking from the effort it takes not to climb up that bed and bury myself in all that soft heat.
Not like this.
This is hers.
When her breathing slows, I press one last kiss to her thigh and lift my head.
She looks wrecked.
Flushed.
Dazed.
Beautiful enough to hurt.
“Ace?” she whispers.
“Yeah.”
Her gaze drops over me, and her face goes pink. “What about you?”
My body answers before my mouth can.
I stand because distance is the only honorable thing I’ve got left.
“Tonight is about you.”
“But I want...” She stops, embarrassed.
“I know.” My voice comes out rough. “I want too. Bad enough to be stupid with it.”
Her eyes lift. “I want you inside me.”
Everything in me locks.
“Reina.”
“I mean it.” Her hands twist in the blanket, but she keeps her eyes on mine. “I want you to be my first.”
Fuck.
First.
Mine.
The word hits deep enough to leave a mark.
I go back to the bed slow, because if I move fast, I’ll take instead of treasure, and she deserves better than every rough thing clawing inside me.
She watches me like she is nervous and certain at the same time.
“Then you tell me the truth the whole way through,” I say. “Good, bad, too much. I want all of it.”
She nods. “I will.”