LUKAS’S POV
Her words hung between us, soft and shaky—“it’s my first time”—and my chest tightened, a mix of shock and hunger roaring through me. Selenea lay beneath me, her dark hair fanned across the pillow, her skin flushed from our earlier play. My fingers still tingled from her heat, her taste lingered on my tongue, and my c**k throbbed, hard and insistent against her thigh. I hadn’t f****d anyone in years—high school, maybe, a fumbling mess I barely remembered—but her? She unraveled me.
“I’ll go slow,” I rasped, kissing her forehead, her beneath hitching against my lips. She nodded, eyes wide, trusting, and I shifted, nudging her thighs apart. My tip brushed her entrance—wet, warm—and I pushed in, just the head, her walls clamping tight around me. f**k, she was small, a virgin’s gri
