“Breathe,” he whispers. “Just breathe, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”
I let his voice replace mine. Breathe, Rae. He’s got you.
Then I exhale and unclench. The burn recedes somewhat. It’s still there, and sharp, but more manageable now.
Lukas watches my face, reading every little tell. When my breathing finally steadies, he leans down and takes my mouth in the softest kiss we’ve ever shared. It’s pure love where we’re sealed at the lips.
Then, down where our hips meet, he broaches the final barrier.
Unable to help myself, I scream into his mouth. Lukas swallows the sound whole, burying himself to the hilt as my virginity tears apart around him. The pain is blinding, white-hot, a knife blade splitting me from the inside out. My nails rake down his back hard enough to draw blood.
I feel hi
