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His cock stood rigid between his legs and mine, balls heavy with need as a drop of pre-cum leaked from the tip.

I bit the inside of my cheek. The strain looked painful, and I wanted so badly to ease that pain, to have him inside my mouth; it scared me.

“Just tonight…” he was saying. “I’m going to fucking have you all to myself tonight, and after….”

He didn’t finish, but I didn’t need him to. We were venturing past forbidden lines, an act that was bound to screw things up if we continued.

He spread my legs and leaned back just enough so that he could grip his cock in his hand, sliding it against my arousal.

A strangled noise left my throat, and the twitch of his lips showed it pleased him. He started to push inside, and just as I thought, there was a slight bite of pain. God, he was big!

I clamped down on my jaw and closed my eyes. And then it happened.

I squealed a little when he broke through my resistance, and Rafayel watched me with a warmth and tenderness that confused the hell out of me. Like he cared.

Then, he stopped, and the sound of our heavy breathing filled the room as I buried my face between his neck and filled my nostrils with his sweaty scent.

“Are you good?”

I nodded, and my entire body molded against his hard chest when he wrapped an arm around my waist and jerked his hip to slide deeper inside me.

We shared a deep groan, finding comfort in each other’s pleasure.

His finger found my clit, and he didn’t take his eyes off me for a second.

I didn’t look away either, and for some reason, watching him watch me was more intimate than the act itself. Knowing he was the first and only man to have me this way. To be inside of me.

I’d never thought a day like this would come, when I’d be rolling my hips on Rafayel Yezhov to help him stuff his cock deeper into me.

The world had definitely gone mad.

I didn’t expect this to feel so good. But it did. His was pumping in and out of my wetness, searing me with his claws and stares of heated possession, like I belonged to him beyond this night only.

The pressure became too much to bear, and I bounced on him, quickening our pace when I clashed our lips together while riding him back and forth.

Tension rippled along his back and his biceps as we both struggled for control. Sweat dripped down his forehead, and his face contorted like he wallowed in anguish.

I didn’t stop riding, even after a scream tore through my throat as I shattered against him.

Then, effortlessly, he lifted me off him, and he threw his head back with his mouth partly open as he groaned out his release.

I watched his cock jerk, with hot ropes of cum shooting between my thighs, while I half-hung above him, thoroughly fascinated by the moment of insanity we had just experienced.

When his labored breathing evened, Rafayel pressed a chaste kiss on my lips and whispered in Russian, “I’m not done with you, Leonya. We’re going upstairs.”

Chapter 11 – Rafayel

My body felt heavier than usual, and I woke up to the feeling of something warm and pleasant pressing down on my arm. I fixed a hand under my pillow and glanced to the side.

There she was, clinging to me like she needed an anchor in her sleep. Her delicate fingers were curled around my forearm, her face pressed gently into the pillow, with one of her legs thrown above mine. She slept like she raced—rather roughly.

But the blame was mine to bear. I’d worn her out. We’d fucked everywhere I could place her: on the wall, on my bed, in the fucking shower. And each time felt better than the last.

I wanted more and couldn’t stop taking until she reached the limit and collapsed on me with exhaustion.

Grinning like a fucking idiot, I tucked strands of hair behind her ear, trying to remember the last time I had that much fun. A night at theObsidiandidn’t even come close to the excitement of last night. She looked so peaceful, so vulnerable, her usual sharp edges smoothed away in the softness of sleep.

For a moment, I couldn’t look away. Her hair fanned across the pillow like spilled ink, and her lips were slightly parted as she breathed evenly. She looked…beautiful. No, more than that. Something about her tugged at a part of me I couldn’t quite name, a part that wanted to know what it would feel like to have moments like this every day.

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