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    Wesley slipped his fingers into the tight opening. Elena tensed, warmth rushing out to meet his touch, making it easier for him to explore her.


    This time was nothing like before. Her mind was clear now, every subtle movement of his fingers registering fully. Her ears flushed with heat, a deep blush spreading across her cheeks.


    She had talked a big game earlier, but in truth, Wesley was the only one she’d ever been with. Now that it wasn’t just talk anymore, the special sensation stirred beneath the surface.


    When he added another finger, her body responded immediately. Warm wetness coated his skin and soaked into the sheets.


    He leaned closer, his lips brushing hers as he increased the pace of his fingers.


    A soft tremor ran through her. Deep in her belly, something tightened. Wesley looked down at her, amused. For all her teasing about his inexperience, she was already losing control.


    Elena narrowed her eyes and drew a quiet breath. As her head cleared, she noticed Wesley tugging at the waistband of his pants. Her entire body went rigid the moment she saw him.


    He caught the look on her face, smiled faintly, and kissed her gently. “I’ll take it slow.”


    “Wait—” She pressed her palms against his chest, stunned by how much bigger he felt. Doubt crept in. She wasn’t sure she could handle it.


    But Wesley was already too far gone, his body straining with need. He assumed she was just nervous. Taking her wrists in his hands, he kissed them softly. “I promise, I’ve got you.”


    Then, he pinned her arms above her head, his eyes dark with longing.


    No more waiting. He leaned in and slowly eased himself inside.


    Both of them gasped, voices caught in the moment.


    His movements within her were slow and deliberate.


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    Elena hadn’t experienced this before. The unfamiliar intensity made her body stiffen, every nerve on edge.


    Wesley held still, his body tense. Each breath came heavy, his chest rising and falling in rhythm with the pulse in his throat.


    “You’re clenching too hard,” he murmured huskily, leaning down to ce soft kisses along her cheek. “Breathe with me.”


    Nodding faintly, she bit her lower lip. The bright flush on her skin began to fade. She wanted to let go—her mind told her to—but her body wouldn’t listen. A deep ache pressed from within, stretching her in a way that left her unsure whether to pull away or cling tighter.


    Lowering his gaze, Wesley focused on where their bodies met. He rocked his hips carefully, giving her time to adjust.


    Nothing about his movements felt rushed. He watched her expression closely, adjusting to every little wince or sigh.


    Just as the pleasure began to settle in, he surprised her by picking up the pace without hesitation.


    The sharp sting started to ease, reced by a subtle tingling sensation that gradually spread upward from deep within her.


    Wesley held tightly to her slender waist, driving into her with unyielding force, no longer concealing the fierce hunger burning inside him.


    This was the moment he had imagined countless times. Back then, with no one but his own hand, it was always this image that consumed him—Elena spread beneath him, hair syed like silk, breath hitching as he brought her closer to the edge.


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