Hansel’s pov One moment, I was with Marcus and the next I was in his room.The door clicked shut behind us, and my heart hammered so loudly I was sure Marcus could hear it. His hand was warm and firm on the small of my back as he guided me into his bedroom. The room smelled like him, clean soap, a hint of cedar from his cologne, and something darker, more masculine.“Marcus…” My voice came out breathy, barely above a whisper.He turned me to face him, his large hands sliding up my arms. At 6’3”, he towered over my 5’6” frame, his broad shoulders blocking out most of the light. His dark eyes searched mine, intense but patient. “You okay, Hansel? We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”I swallowed hard. My nipples were already tight against the thin fabric of my dress, and heat pooled low in my belly. I’d wanted this, to complete the mate bond and feel my mate but now I was so nervous.“I I’m a virgin,” I confessed, my cheeks burning. I looked down at his chest, unable t
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