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I shift inside her, and she whimpers with pleasure. I pull out slowly, and plunge back in, and she responds to every sensation with a new sound. Every movement I make inside her causes her body to writhe.

Fuck… She really likes this.

And I can’t deny that I do too.

I look down her body as I brace myself over her, watching as I disappear inside her with every thrust. I wasn’t sure if she’d be able to take all of me, but I’m going up to the hilt and barely brushing against her cervix.

I try, unsuccessfully, not to think about how easy that makes sex for the two of us.

I pull out and push back harder, maintaining my slow pace but deepening the penetration. Raleigh’s hands grip at the coverlet, desperate to find something to cling to, before giving up and reaching for me instead. Her arms wind around my neck, pulling us both deeper into the mattress.

Our bodies lock together so perfectly, it feels like we could be a single living thing. She breathes, hot and heavy, into my shoulder. Her heartbeat pounds in my own chest. With every new thrust, I lose my mind a little more in her, and in this radiant pleasure.

And I don’t care.

In fact, I don’t want it to ever end.

Chapter 12

Emma

The worst I thought would happen to me when I gave Achilles Raleigh’s name instead of mine would be death. I imagined being thrown into a cold cell. Questioning, starvation. If Fantasia decided to turn on me and I didn’t get myself out in time, I might be tortured or killed, though harming their only hostage would be shortsighted on their part.

I never expected marriage. But now that I’m here-

From the moment Achilles touched my cheek, my heart felt strangely at ease. Yes, it was pounding like it could outrun a speeding car, but it wasn’t threatening to send me into cardiac arrest at least. Even more strangely, I was relieved to be told I could close my eyes. That if I wanted to leave this experience entirely in his hands, I could.

But if I thought blinding myself would make my first time with a stranger less overwhelming, I was so wrong. Even the feeling of Achilles unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down my body felt like he was lighting fires on my skin.

And when he first put his fingers on my clit-

Oh.

At that point, I could’ve opened my eyes. I was no longer afraid. In fact, I was trembling with anticipation, a hunger I’venever felt before. But I kept my eyes squeezed shut so I could savor every fucking feeling shooting through my body as Achilles thrust his fingers into me.

Of course, if I thought that was mind-blowing, I wasn’t at all prepared for actually feeling his cock fill me up.

Now I’m clinging to Achilles like I’ll fall into a void if I let go. My nails dig into his naked back, but he doesn’t seem to feel the pain. His breath puffs hot against my ear when he thrusts. One of his hands grips the back of my neck, keeping my body anchored to him when a thousand sensations threaten to carry me away.

Every time his cock plunges into me, it feels like he goes deeper. Pleasure is building, inevitable as a falling meteor, in my core. When it breaks, I’m terrified it will overwhelm me. I dig my nails in deeper, breaking Achilles’s skin. His teeth grit, his breath becoming a hiss. He thrusts harder, shocking my spine.

Is this punishment, or recognition?

I don’t have time to figure it out. Suddenly, my body is shattering into a thousand pieces around Achilles’s cock. Bliss, unlike anything I’ve ever felt, explodes up my spine and out through my limbs. I bury my face in Achilles’s shoulder, choking on a scream as another wave of ecstasy crashes over my head.

Our bodies are the only thing I know. The sensation ricocheting between us is all I feel. Achilles’s expensive musk, mixed with sweat and sex, is all I smell. I’m drowning in him, and I don’t even try to fight it.

Whatever he’s doing to me, I want more of it.

Achilles’s heart is pounding into me as hard as his cock. I almost don’t think my body can take more, but what feels like agony is only another incoming orgasm. I bite down on Achilles’s shoulder, scream into his skin, as I blow apart all over again.

“Good girl,” Achilles murmurs, so low I’m almost sure I don’t hear it. His hot breath lingers on my neck and leaves goosebumps when it fades.

He suddenly breaks his rhythm, slowing so he can pull all the way out of me and thenslamback in. I shriek into him, driven deeper into the mattress every time he thrusts. And then, at last, he plunges his cock into me one last time, grunting and gasping as he cums inside me.

I’m too stunned to loosen my grip on him in the wake of his orgasm, too out of breath to say anything, if anything even needs to be said. Thank you? That was amazing? Nothing seems adequate.

I feel like he’s asked me to take sleeping pills again, like my body is shutting down one system at a time. Really, I’m just coming back to earth after taking off into the stratosphere in a rocket.

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