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Then, I start tofuck her.

I start slow, easing in and out. Then gradually, as she opens for me, I begin to move faster.

Thrust harder.

Takemore of her.

Her face crumples with pleasure, almost drooling as I ream her. Her fingers roll and rub at her clit, and when she comes suddenly, her ass clamping down around me, I groan.

Sweat drips down my spine. My fingers dig into her skin, running over every inch of her, touching her everywhere. I spank her ass, I cup her breasts, I twist her nipples. I wrap one hand around her throat and use the other to finger her alongside her.

The world becomes a blur as her throaty grunts of pleasure and my groans fill the bathroom, until we’re both crashing toward the point of no return.

When Kat comes again, there’s no holding back.

There neverhas beenany holding back when it comes to her.

When she shatters again, her ass squeezing me, I join her. With a savage growl, I ram deep, leaning over, sinking my teeth into her shoulder. Cum erupts from my swollen cock, filling her ass as we explode together.

After that,everything is a haze. I’m vaguely aware of sliding out of her. Of Kat twisting in my arms, crushing her mouth to mine and practically crawling into my arms.

Our bandages have come off, and we’re both bleeding. I fix us both up, filling the tub with warm, sudsy water, then carrying her to it, and pulling her onto my lap.

We clean each other up, then she’s sliding down onto my hard cock again.

I fuck her again in bed. This time, we fall asleep with me still inside her, her head on my chest, her breath on my skin.

And my heart completely in her hands.

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TAKESHI

At first,I think I’m imagining the haunting sound permeating my thoughts, pulling me from whatever I was dreaming about. But when it comes again, and the dreams recede to the shadows around me, I realize I’m not dreaming at all.

I stir in bed, slowly emerging from sleep, feeling the soft weight of Katarina still dozing on my chest. Then I hear it—a faint, breathless murmur, slipping through the stillness like a ghost that doesn't belong.

Holy fuck.

The sound is coming from her throat. But that’s not what stuns me to my core.

…It’s that the sound waswildlyclose to being a word.

Help.

I strain my ears, willing her to say it again.

“Mmmhehhp!”

Fucking hell.

The sound slips from Katarina’s lips again. It’s broken and fractured, but unmistakably her voice. She’s restless on top of me, her body twisting as her feet kick at and twist the sheets, her face tight with distress.

“Katarina…” I murmur softly, leaning closer. Her eyelids flutter, her breath quickens, but she doesn’t wake. Instead, the soft, choked sound comes again, and when it does, it tears something inside me.

“Mmmhehhp!”

She’s calling for help.

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