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It’s like he has the power to somehow make me forget every bad experience I have had by allowing me to want this. By asking me if I wanted him.

I slip my arms to hook my hand on his shoulder blade and bury my face in his chest, stifling my moans as he awakens my body. As he remakes me.

Thrust after thrust. Groans toppling after moans.

“Your orgasm is yours, Zoe…” His hand grips my thigh, and he hooks my leg around his waist, “but if you may, give it to me…”

Yes.

Chapter Seven

VIRGILIO

There is a part of me that is splitting into half with every pound inside of her, knowing I shouldn’t have her this way.

But I keep going, feeling her juicy pussy clench around my cock, her hands digging into my shoulder blades, and her moans teasing the flesh of my neck.

Her moaning turns sharp, her teeth now coming out to play and scratching against my flesh as I feel her split open, allowing the pleasure to course through her.

I know she is about to come for me. Giving me her pleasure willingly. She is doing this because she wants to.

I press a kiss on the side of her head, and she writhes under me and then spasms, rocking my cock back and forth until she is sapped of every fucking cum she can give me.

I’m about to pull out, to deny myself this one thing when she wraps her legs around me. It’s as if she realizes what I’m intent on doing, and she locks me in.

It slams through me uncontrollably and I rut into her, every part of me going stiff and then mush with each hard thrust.

I grunt, hating myself for this weakness around her, but relishing the feel of her pussy still gripping my cock and the idea that my semen is inside of her. Perhaps now dripping out of her cunt.

I stare at where our bodies meet, my cock still buried in her pussy. She spreads her legs open, and I see cum dripping from her opening.

Fuck me, this is something I can fucking get used to.

But I should know better.

I should have had a better grip on things. Fucking her was never part of the plan. It ruins everything.

I grit as I slowly pull out of her, not dropping to her side but climbing off the mattress completely as if to get away from her. Which, if I were wise, I should have done from the beginning.

“I wanted it,” she mutters, dropping her head. It makes me wonder if it’s because she cannot stand to look me in the face or if it’s for a completely different reason.

“But I shouldn’t have given it to you,” I clip. “I shouldn’t have allowed this to happen,” I grunt as her eyes drop to my cock hanging limply. “Hey,” I snap my fingers for her to look up and she makes a pouty face that makes me want to fuck her again.

I tuck my cock back in my pants and zip up, making sure to add a little more emphasis on the way I’m zipping up so she knows it’s never happening again.

“Even though you think this was a mistake,” she gulps, her cocooning voice melting some of the pent-up frustration around my chest. “Thank you for allowing me to take this one thing for myself.” Her eyes tilt up, and she holds my gaze. Then, she looks to the side of my face with the scar, but instead of recoiling, she gives a small smile.

“Zoe,” I clear my throat and search for extra willpower to do what I’m about to do. To do what I have to fucking do for her wellbeing.

All of this has been for her.

Everything I did, everything I was fighting for. Everything I lived for these past fifteen years has been for her.

I would raze down the fucking world for her. I will burn it to the fucking ground and myself with it without ever second-guessing my actions.

“This must never happen again,” I say firmly, leaving no room for question. Her face drops, and her eyes immediately fill with something that drags through my body like a chainsaw.

She doesn’t like it, but she nods.

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