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enough. Not acting like an eager pup, I maintained my composure and speed.
    Setting her down on her feet, I was surprised that she kissed the scar she had her hand pressed against. I took her mouth tenderly as my heart raced. She accepted my ruined flesh. Hell, she more than accepted it, she embraced it.
    I lifted the blouse she had on running my hands up her smooth sides until I reached the swell of her breasts. I felt her body shiver as my thumbs rubbed against her supple flesh hidden under a bit of material. They were large and round for her small figure and fucking tempting as hell, but I was on a mission to take off the shirt. Slipping it over her head, her breasts bounced in her lacy bra. I was salivating just staring at them. Immediately, I pressed my lips to her cleavage, kissing it softly. I wanted to worship the woman who was going to give me everything I thought I couldn’t have. I knelt before my queen and kissed my way down to her flat belly. I placed a kissed on her jean covered mound before unbuttoning her pants. She froze in place.
    I looked up at her and pleaded, “Don’t. You’ve seen my scars. Let me worship you.” She relaxed just a bit, so I worked quickly to remove her pants. This was the first time I saw the scar that ran down her leg. It was jagged and red and looked like it hurt terribly. I placed gentle kisses along the broken line. She gasped but relaxed into my touch. My kisses moved down to the tops of her delicate little feet. Then my strong hands moved up her legs, gently rubbing her slenderness. I understood why she was afraid to show me her legs. The one was much thinner than the other. The muscles were weak and it was probably why she had a limp. Tomorrow I was going to look into a specialist to help her. Her appearance was perfect to me, but I knew it hurt her and that shit tore at me. When my hands reached her ass, I gripped the fuck out of her cheeks.
    “Mine,” I chanted, pressing my face against her pussy. After claiming my territory, I looked up at her thinking she had no idea what I mean by mine. There wasn’t a soul in this world that could keep me from her. I’d do everything in my power to become a man worthy of her, but for now, I just needed to give praise and devotion to my savior, my reason for coming alive. I wanted to show her what she meant to me.
    I had no clue on how to eat out a woman. Porn was my only experience; hopefully, those solo sessions paid off. With a slight push, Elena’s ass hit the bed. She had short little red curls covering her treasured heat. I parted her sweet lips letting her fragrant, berry scented pussy invade my senses. Growling before I took my first taste, I latched my mouth onto her pussy lips sucking on her flesh. My mind and body became frenzied with desire. Her taste engulfed me—a sweet drink. I lapped up her flavor teasing and coaxing more out like only her pussy could quench my thirst. I moaned on her clit before sucking on that tiny nub. Elena’s body stiffened and she let out an animalistic sound with my name written on her breath.
    “Dex,” she cried out, her thighs shaking out her orgasm.
    I groaned, fighting off the need to come. Not caring about the rest of my scars, I scooted my little siren up to the center of the bed. Kicking off my shoes into the corner, I wrestled to get my belt undone. I needed to be inside her, wanted to hear my name from her lips, purring from deep within her throat.
    Naked and opened to her perusal, I stood there proudly. I didn’t have to worry about the scars because once she was strong enough to lift her head, she took in my cock. Her eyes were wide and anxious. I may be scarred, but I was gifted enough to be hung like a horse. Although looking at her small frame, it may not be such a gift.
    “I’ll try to be gentle,” I offered though I knew it was going to hurt her.
    She bit her lip in that way that had my cock leaking. Fucking woman. She had no idea what I was holding back. My hand