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At her invitation, I rub harder and faster at her clit, feeling her choking my cock, her cunt getting tighter and tighter with each thrust. When her muscles start to lock up, I go in, striking my fangs into her neck.

The taste of her blood is like a balm to my soul, an aphrodisiac to my cock, triggering my own climax.

Together, we fall over the edge so beautifully. Our bodies pulsing, breaths stuttering, shouts echoing off the tiled walls, while our souls entwine around each other.

With a blissed-out smile, I ease my cock out of Sadie. She turns to face me with an equally satisfied expression, heavy-lidded eyes blinking slowly.

“You know, I had a vision of this exact scene the first night we met. So happy that it wasn’t just my imagination.”

“Was it this good in your dream?”

“Nothing could compare to this. To you. You fuck like a god.”

“Like a king,” I correct. “Your king. Now let’s wash up before my cock gets ideas for another round in the shower.”

“Oh fuck no. My pussy just took a pounding, and your cum is still leaking out of me. Give me a moment to recover before you put that anaconda inside me again.”

“Are you sore? I didn’t detect hurt in the bond.”

“No, no. You disrespected me so good back there. Five stars. Do recommend.” Sadie holds up five fingers to emphasize her rating.

“I’ll be sure to disrespect you regularly now,” I say as I mentally make a list of ways I could bring her just as much pleasure or even more.

“Thank fuck.”

I place her in the center of the shower and lather her with soap before starting on her hair.

We slowly wash each other, eventually stumbling into bed, and get sweaty all over again.

Chapter thirty-three

Sadie

Everett and I emerge from the bedroom only around lunchtime, starving for sustenance after so many orgasms throughout the night that I lost count.

In the kitchen, Everett’s hands never leave my body. Mine never leave his. We’re insatiable with our touches, our kisses.

“I messaged Bertie earlier. I told him I have an update about our distance limit,” Everett says around a bite of sandwich I just fed him. I’m propped on the kitchen island, Everett standing between my legs as we alternate eating and swapping kisses. “He scheduled a group call with everyone who was on the island.”

“Do you think any of the others will have an update too?” I ask, nipping at the finger he’s wiping my lip with.

He puts his finger in his mouth and sucks the food off it. “I think they might. Maybe some of them are like us and giving things a real go,” Everett says with a soft smile and presses a kiss to my mouth.

I put down my sandwich and wrap my arms around this sweet male. I feel myself becoming more attached to him with each moment that passes, my respect and adoration for him growing stronger.

I think I’m falling for him.

“I hope so. They all deserve to feel as happy as I do right now,” I say tenderly into his ear, and he pulls me closer to him. Sandwich all but forgotten.

“Sadie-queen…” His voice is thick with affection as he squeezes me tighter to him before loosening his arms to look into my watery eyes. Green gaze intent on mine, he says, “I never thought I’d find someone as special as you. Happy is an understatement for how I feel when I’m with you. I’m so excited about the future we’re building together.”

“Me too. Now that I’m staying, I better start on my job search.” I smile at the idea of building a new future in Vegas. With Everett.

“About that”—he holds up a finger—“I have an idea. But let’s start the job discussion later. We need to finish up here before Bertie calls. He’s super punctual and will most probably be annoyed if we’re not all online before the set time.”

We eat our sandwiches quietly, still keeping our eyes locked on each other, and move to Everett’s office.

It’s a sleek, masculine room with dark wood furniture and a black-and-gray color palette. The rug is thick and soft on the wooden floors, muffling our steps toward his desk.

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