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She grabbed my cock—weak and slacking—and put it back inside her warm pussy without breaking eye contact.

My lips curled into a sly grin as she began to slowly ride me, grinding her waist around my hardening cock.

This was about to be a great night; with this amount of pleasure coursing through us, we'd definitely fuck all night.

Chapter 10 – Lorena

A soft groan escaped my lips as I woke up to the sound of chirping birds outside. My eyelids fluttered for a moment before opening, my vision still a bit hazy as I blinked. My hand shielded my face from the rising sun.

Its rays filtered in through the floor-to-ceiling window, casting a warm glow over my skin. I squinted, rolling over to the opposite side as I drew a deep breath, Alexei’s and my scent filling my nostrils.

I was alone, naked on the bed, and I squeezed the sheets beneath me with an uncontrollable smile etched on my face. I tried to keep a blank expression, but I couldn't; the adventures of the night before wouldn't stop playing and replaying in my head.

This morning, the only thing that occupied my mind was the way Alexei had possessed every inch of my body last night. I could still feel his skin brushing against mine, and the thought of his cock sliding inside me sent tremors down to my core.

I bit my lower lip, my hands fondling my breasts, fingers tuning my hard nipples. I didn't realize how good sex was until last night. Alexei sure knew how to pleasure a woman. He'd taken his time to explore my body; his hands had traced my contours, possessing every curve.

He’d made love to me with the knowledge that he owned me—spirit, soul, and body. I belonged to him, to a man I liked to call the devil. But this devil was really good with his tongue, his whole mouth, his fingers, and his shaft. What a horny devil.

I felt a flutter in my chest and a tingling sensation between my legs at the mere thought of what he did to me last night. His touch had ignited a flame in me that I hadn’t known could burn with such intensity. I'd never wanted anyone so badly—never been so turned on the way I was last night.

My longing for him was a little embarrassing, considering how much I loathed him. How could someone whom I despised so much stir up something magical within me?

It was infuriating, really—the man I hated most in the world was also the one who made me feel things I'd never felt before. The cruel irony was a bitter pill to swallow, and I couldn't fathom how someone who ignited my deepest hatred had also awakened my greatest pleasure.

I despised him—yes! But the man was the only one who had pushed me to completely surrender, lost in a sea of passion.Hewas the one who made a woman out of me, leaving me both infuriated and intrigued.

But despite my reservations, I couldn't deny what a good lover he was. The man turned my first time into an unforgettable experience that exceeded my expectations.

He'd given me a gift I'd hold onto forever—a memory of unbridled passion and unrelenting pleasure.

He must be super proud of himself for making me scream all night with misted eyes from all that sweetness coursing through me. I couldn't hide my desire and craving for his cock, even if I wanted to.

We’d gone multiple rounds after the first time, and with each round, it just got better and better. I'd never been more shameless, but that was clearly because I was horny.

Even now, my body shuddered at the thought of him inside me.

I got a grip of myself, finally in control of my mind. It was a brand new day, day two of being Alexei Tarasov's wife. So far, it had been a bittersweet experience, and with the way he made me feel last night, things just got even more complicated.

Now what? Where did we go from here?

The water was running; my husband was taking a shower, and I needed to get out of bed. I had no idea what today had in store for me—good or bad, there was only way to find out.

I stretched, yawning as I sat up, placing my feet on the fluffy rug at the base of the bed. With the back of my hand, I rubbed the remnants of sleep from my eyes and attempted to stand.

However, my legs failed me, and I dropped to the floor, groaning. It was now that I felt the effect of last night's marathon. My body was aching, still a little sore down my legs—it was like I had been run over by a truck.

I tried to get back up, but my legs were too weak to carry my weight.

What the hell?I wondered, squinting at my inability to stand. Obviously, I'd lost more strength than I thought.

Was this normal? Or was it because I'd had way too much cock for a first-timer?

The bathroom door creaked open, and my eyes widened in embarrassment. “No, no, no, no,” I whispered in a frantic rush. “Really, you wanna humiliate me like this?” I added with the same tone, referring to my legs.

I'd die of shame if Alexei found me on the floor, helpless. He wasn't born yesterday; he'd figure out the reason I'd fallen. I hated it because he'd tease me for being weak, not to mention his lips would curl into that sly smirk of his.

“Dang it!” I exclaimed through gritted teeth as I dropped back to the floor seconds after struggling to stand.

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