He was kissing me desperately like he wanted to devour me whole in a frenzied manner, and his hands were trembling as they roamed over my body, and he lapped at the crescent mark on my neck, and my stomach curled tight with desire. The sensation of his tongue on my mark sent shockwaves of pleasure straight to my core. I could feel myself getting wet already, arousal pooling between my thighs.

He practically tore my hoodie off my body, not bothering with buttons or zippers, and I squealed in surprise, suddenly remembering that I hadn’t put anything on underneath the hoodie. The fabric ripped and fell away, leaving me bare from the waist up.

"My beautiful mate," he murmured reverently as he nuzzled into the valley between my breasts, breathing me in deeply before his mouth descended and took one nipple into his hot, wet mouth.

I immediately wanted to cover myself, feeling self-conscious about my body and my size, but he swatted my hands away gently but firmly.

"Let me see you," he murmured, staring at me with such heat and adoration in his golden eyes that I felt tears prick at the corners of mine. "All of you, sweetheart.”

The bond thrummed to life between us, striving to complete itself and pulling us together like magnets.

"I love you. I want you. I want to worship every inch of you," he rambled as his mouth descended and took one nipple into his warm mouth while his hand kneaded my other breast, and I arched into his touch with a gasp.

He pulled back suddenly and blinked like he was trying to clear his head and regain some semblance of control as he positioned himself between my legs. "It’s my first time," he admitted, and his voice was vulnerable. "I’ve never done this before."

"Oh," I said, and I felt my heart deflate slightly because I’d already given my first time to Josh. If I’d known, if I’d waited, I would have saved myself for Jude for this moment. "I’m not pure," I whispered, feeling tears gather in my eyes.

"I don’t mind," he said immediately and kissed everywhere he could reach—my face, my neck, my shoulders, and my chest. "I don’t care about your past, Rosie. All I care about is that you’re mine now." He made me giggle despite my tears as his kisses turned ticklish.

"Why?" I asked softly. "Why don’t you mind?"

"Because I love everything about you," he said, seriously looking deep into my eyes. "Your beautiful freckles scattered across your skin like constellations." He kissed each freckle on my face, making me smile. "These stretch marks." He traced the silver lines on my hips and thighs with reverent fingers. "They’re beautiful, and they’re all mine to feast on and worship."

I felt tears slip down my cheeks, but my heart was thumping tremendously from his confession, and I felt a surge of happiness and acceptance washing over me.

"I don’t want to lose control, but I can feel it slipping away from me," he admitted, and his voice was strained with effort.

Then he positioned himself at my entrance, and with one smooth thrust, he penetrated me fully in one go, and I dropped my head back against the pillows as we both stared at each other with eyes full of intimacy and frenzy.

"It’s tearing through me," I murmured as tears stained my eyes from the new intrusion, the fullness, and the pleasure. Yet I was welcoming him inside me completely with my arms wrapped around his neck while my hands were lost in his soft black hair, holding him close.

"I’m sorry," he mumbled against my forehead, kissing me there gently. "I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I don’t want to hurt you."

I touched his cheek gently with my palm and made him look at me. "It’s okay," I murmured, kissing the corner of his eyes, tasting the salt of his own tears. "You’re not hurting me; this is perfect." Sweat rolled down his forehead and dripped onto mine as our breathing mingled together, and his scent was choking me, invading me.

He started to move inside me with deep, slow thrusts, and I could feel every inch of him stretching me, filling me completely, and the bond between us was singing so loudly I thought I might burst from it.

Then I felt his cock begin to swell inside me, growing larger and thicker, and he immediately tried to pull out, not wanting to knot me on our first time, but I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him back inside.

"Knot me," I whispered against his lips. "I want it. I want all of you."

"You want to carry our pup?" he asked breathlessly as his hips stuttered. "You want me to breed you, fill you up until you’re round with my baby?"

"Yes," I moaned, and that was all it took.

I felt his knot start to swell at the base of his cock, catching on my entrance with each thrust, stretching me impossibly wider. The pressure was intense, bordering on too much, but also exactly what I needed.

With one final brutal thrust, he buried himself as deep as possible, and his knot swelled to full size inside me, locking us completely together as he came with a roar. I felt the first hot pulse of his cum flooding my insides, and it triggered my own orgasm, clenching and spasming around him, milking him for everything he had.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chanted as his cock pulsed again and again, pumping what felt like an endless amount of cum deep inside me. "You’re milking me dry, mate, taking every fucking drop."

The knot kept us locked together, and I could feel him still hard and throbbing inside me as he continued to pulse and fill me. My stomach felt distended from how full I was of his cock, his knot, and his cum.

“Can you feel it?" he whispered against my lips. "Can you feel how much I’m giving you? How much am I filling you?"

"Yes," I whimpered. "It’s so much; I’m so full."

We stayed locked together for something like 30 minutes or more, with him still hard inside me the entire time, his cock occasionally twitching and releasing another pulse of warmth. We spent that time gently rocking together and kissing and whispering words of love as our bodies stayed intimately connected.

The fullness was overwhelming, and the stretch burned slightly, but in the most delicious way, and I’d never felt closer to another person in my entire life.

When his knot finally deflated enough for him to slip free, we both gasped at the loss. I immediately felt his cum start to leak out of me trickling down my thighs,me, and he groaned at the sight.

"So fucking beautiful," he murmured, running his fingers through the mess and pushing it back inside. "Seeing you dripping with my cum, knowing I put it there."

But his rut just started because his cock jolted in me.

"Can you go again?" he asked, his cock already hardening again.

I nodded even though I was sore and sensitive, but I wanted more of him.

"I want you on top this time," he said, positioning himself on his back. "Want to watch you ride my cock."

I climbed on top, straddling his hips, and positioned myself over his cock and sank down slowly, taking him inside inch by thick inch. This position felt different, deeper.

"Fuck, look at you," he groaned, gripping my hips. "Taking me so deep in this position. I can see your stomach bulge from my cock."

I started riding him slowly at first, rolling my hips and grinding down on him. His hands came up to cup my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples as I moved, and the dual stimulation made me pick up the pace. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

"That’s it, ride me just like that," he encouraged. "Use my cock to get yourself off."

I braced my hands on his chest and started bouncing harder, chasing my pleasure. The wet sounds of our bodies joining filled the room along with our moans and the slap of skin on skin.

"Gonna fill you up again," he groaned. "Gonna pump you so full of my cum it has no choice but to take. Gonna get you pregnant, gonna see you round with my baby."

His dirty talk combined with the angle hitting that perfect spot inside me pushed me over the edge, and I came hard, clenching rhythmically around him. The sensation triggered his own orgasm, and I felt his knot begin to swell again, locking us together for the second time as he flooded me with another load.

We collapsed together exhausted, tangled in each other’s limbs with sweat cooling on our skin and our breathing slowly returning to normal.

"I’m sorry if I was too rough," he mumbled against my hair as he held me close.

"Don’t apologize," I reassured him, stroking his chest gently. "I loved every second of it."

"This is just the beginning, isn’t it?" I asked, suddenly realizing that this was only day one.

"The rut lasts seven days, sweetheart," he admitted, and I could hear the apology in his voice.

"Oh fuck!" I blurted out without thinking, and my eyes went wide.

He laughed breathlessly, and the sound was beautiful. "Fuck, really?" he teased.

I laughed too despite my exhaustion and growing soreness. "Seven days of this? I’m going to need so much preparation."

"I’ll take care of you," he promised, kissing my forehead tenderly. "I’ll always take care of you, my perfect mate."

And wrapped safe in his arms with the bond humming contentedly between us.