He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, but his eyes never leave mine. He shucks his clothes off in a hurry and I shimmy out of my dress, sitting on the edge of the bed in front of him. I reach for his swollen cock and try to take it into my mouth, but he takes a handful of my hair and pulls me off his cock.

“Later,” he says, his voice raspy. “I’ve got so many things I want to do with you, but first, I need to be inside you.”

I nod and scoot up the bed, lying back as my heart races. Several condoms lie on the little table by the bed, and he reaches over me for one and tears it open. I watch as he rolls it onto his cock, and my stomach flutters at the sight because I can’t believe how thick and long he is. Taking him is going to be a challenge, but I’m not about to back down from it now.

His eyes meet mine as he finishes rolling the condom on, and he smirks confidently. It’s almost like he’s teasing me, daring me because he can sense how badly I want it.

“This isn’t your first time, right?” he asks, clearly picking up on my anxiety, and I laugh breathlessly—both because I’m surprised he noticed my nerves and because of the way he phrased the question.

“No. It’s just my first time with a cock that looks like it could break me.”

His expression softens, although heated pride flashes in his eyes. He smirks as he climbs on top of me on the bed, then spreads my legs apart and leans down to kiss my neck.

“Don’t worry, hummingbird. I’m not going to break you,” he whispers against my skin. “I’m just going to ruin you.”

The nickname—so perfectly matched to my tattoo—sends a thrill through me. It feels intimate and personal, even though he still doesn’t know my real name.

A gasp escapes me as his cock head finds my entrance. He starts to work his way into me, rocking his hips side to side to open me up for him as he pushes deeper, and although the feeling of him stretching me like this is almost overwhelming, it’s equally incredible. My fingers dig into the marbled muscles in his back, and the amber flecks in his eyes flash in the candlelight like sparks drifting away from a fire.

“You feel amazing,” he breathes, his forehead pressed to mine, our breaths mingling. “So fucking perfect.”