She was like a goddess, and she was my own. As we rolled on top of each other in my bed I could hear her heart, not just beating but aching for this. In seconds my clothes had been ripped off. I quickly advanced on top of her as she tugged her shirt and shorts off swiftly. The only thing separating us now was the thin fabric of her bra and panties.

"Fuck, Noah," she muttered between her quickening breaths.

"What's the matter?" I teased as I unclasped her bra and flung it towards the floor.

"Stop treating me like a porcelain doll. I'm not going to shatter. And I'm not doing this because I'm trying to prove to myself that I won't hurt you. I just want you."

Her beautiful eyes were full of love and longing. With that, I smiled slyly and entered her.

Instantly, Mara began to moan.

"Mmm…. oh… oh…" she slid her nails along my back.

My world collapsed around me. There was nothing, nothing but her rare beauty and the way her small, bare body looked so powerful. I wanted to kiss every inch of her.

I couldn't suppress the muffled sounds that escaped my mouth. She was so good, her wet walls surrounding me. I was drowning in everything that was Mara Dyer.

We went on like this for the remainder of the night, her body on top of mine, me hovering over her. Our bodies grinded together with increasing need until we both climaxed over and over.