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I was not the only one.

In the tall wardrobe mirror, I saw Lamb standing behind me, his dark brown eyes like molten bronze, his body rigid and hard,poised above mine like a feline predator stalking its prey. His eyes met mine, and I could feel him grow harder against my skin.

Without preparation or warning, his large length stretched me to the edge. I cried out as he pressed all the way to the hilt, his hips pressing into the back of mine, balls cupped between my thighs.

“Fuck, Lamb, I—”

He pulled out, the head sliding all the way to my lips, just holding open my entrance before his hand came down, wrapped around the front of my throat, held me still, and slammed home.

Without waiting for me to adjust or find comfort, he picked up the pace, slamming in and out, to the hilt and to the edge with merciless, powerful thrusts. I could not breathe. I could not think. The angle felt like he was going deeper than he had ever before. I could taste him in the back of my throat, feel him hitting my tonsils, and his fingers tightened their grip as he jerked himself off with my body in the middle.

It was animalistic and rough, and as I saw his lust burning in his eyes, that unhinged powerful energy burning through the mirror, my limp body rendered helpless in his grasp, subject to only pleasure and pain at his only whim.

I melted into his touch, let his control take over as he used me to siphon his pleasure, to facilitate his desire, and to succumb to his raw lust.

I did not realise my orgasm was building. Bursts of pleasure and twinges of discomfort hit the beat as he slammed home deeper and deeper with every thrust. So, when a tsunami of mindless desire rose to the surface, I could not even moan, or scream, or cry as I was lifted to the highest edge I had ever reached.

“Never forget this face,” Lamb growled, nipping at my ear. “Never forget how I feel inside of you. Even if your vision fades, burn this memory into your body. You belong to me.”

Hard, and fast, and encompassing, my body spasmed and shook as pleasure thundered across my nerves. Wave after wave after wave rendered my body euphoric as I rode the tsunami with devastating destruction. As the slamming waves turned to lapping oceans, Lamb’s seed seeped from my centre, running down my thighs and onto the sheets. I had not felt him come, but now his warmth soaked inside of me as his dick calmed within my body.

My brain was broken, and my body became mush as I stewed in the remnants of quiet, exhausting pleasure. My orgasm rippled through my nerves, fried and wired in content satisfaction.

Lamb moved around me, the bright light disappearing into ambient darkness as a wet cloth ran between my legs before I was moved, and a sheet was draped over my naked skin.

Lamb slid in behind me, locking into place, his hands wrapping around me in a protective, warm embrace, head nuzzled into the back of my neck.

As dreams started to lull my consciousness, I heard a soft mumble across my skin.

“I protect what is mine.”

If I had energy, perhaps I would have spoken. Or moved. Or breathed. But I had none, and instead, I let the words settle on my mind as I drifted into sleep.

Ifound company in the night.

Even at the height of my exhaustion, my sleep had been fragile.

I stared out at the moonlight, its soft white light washing over my skin as I sat, my feet tucked up on a chair beneath thecomfort of the provided white robe. I stared listlessly at the wide, dark sky and the unsleeping city glimmering beneath it.

Turning my head, I stared at something far more beautiful and dazzling. The raw ache of my body burned at the sight of the naked man, his best parts tucked beneath the thin white sheet, the warmth of the suite’s heating doing its best to keep winter beyond the glass, as the rest of his body laid exposed to the elements, long and limber.

I stood from my chair, my tender, tired feet moving silently atop the dense cushioned carpet as I neared his side of the bed.

Asleep and relaxed, his calm face, nuzzled into the soft duck feather pillows, looked young. He wore no confusion, and even his sharp features were softened by the touches of shadow. His mussed blond hair was pale in the white moonlight.

I wanted to reach out and touch him. To feel his skin against my palm, and his warm on my skin. But I knew my resolve would melt at the warmth of his body. Knew that I would falter.

It would just make my decision harder.

I curled my fingers tight against my chest, turned, and did what I did best.

I walked away.

Chapter Thirty-Four

LAMB

Blue skies peeked through the shades as the touch of early winter sun warmed my skin. I stretched across the wide California king mattress, the silken sheets whispering as my bare skin skimmed across them, the delicious sex ache waking my muscles and bones.

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