ROSENTINE“I’m ready,” I whispered, relaxing my breath as I watched Alpha Bastian’s hand, slow and deliberate, stroking along his length, the bead of precum glistening at the tip. I swallowed hard, the reality of it settling in: tonight, I would lose my virginity.It was terrifying. There was a part of me that worried my body would get addicted to this, to the rush of pleasure—the kind you couldn’t undo once you’ve tasted it. But another part of me, a softer, happier part, just felt grateful.My first time would be with him. The man I loved, who loved me in return. It was bittersweet, knowing this was both a beginning and an ending, our first and last night together. However, I didn’t regret it, not even a little.“Go ahead,” I said, my fingers trembling as I slipped them between my thighs, spreading my folds for him. Something about the movement made his jaw clench, a low growl rumbling in his chest, and the scent of our arousal weaving thick through the air. “Enter me,”“Shit,” he m
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