C19 He’s not your mate!

“Ezra!”

“Shh,” he whispered. “I know it hurts.”

“It doesn’t hurt,” I rasped. “It feels good.”

“It does?” he asked, looking down at me again.

“Yes,” I groaned, nodding. He was stretching me wide. His length was filling me.

“Then that’s better than I thought. I thought it would hurt.”

“No,” I rasped. My head arched back as his hips ground into me, his tip hitting a sensitive spot