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She held on tighter as if seeking deeper connection, her moans in my ear encouraging me to plunge harder than before.

I felt the softness of her delicate breasts pressed against my chest as I pulled her closer, my hand squeezing her butt.

Quickly, I pulled out, and she yelped at the force I applied in spinning her over, her chest against the wall. She winced, her butt cheek turning red as I spanked her ass.

From behind, I slid back inside her warm, slippery cunt, a hand pulling against her hair. She bent at the waist, head thrown up in ecstasy while I rammed her mercilessly.

I drove into her with fierce, unyielding strokes like a starving beast, my hips pounding against hers. She let out a low, throaty groan, her body trembling at my relentless thrusts.

My legs shook, a wave of pleasure coursing through me as I unleashed a primal growl that signaled my arrival. With a deep thrust, I pushed inside her, releasing my essence and filling her up with my load.

She sighed satisfactorily, her entire body shaking and her throbbing mound accepting every drop while I plunged deeper and deeper.

With heavy breaths, I pulled out slowly, feeling the sensation jolting across my body. My cock was covered in her juice, and my cum dripped out of her wet pussy.

Fuck.

She spun around to face me, her back against the wall with a smile playing on her lips. Judging by the endearing look in her eyes, I knew I was forgiven for crossing the line last night.

“Thank you,” she whispered under her breath, arms around my neck.

I wasn't sure what for—the sex or the surprise at the event. However, my reply was a smile before leaning forward to kiss her lips.

I felt a deeper connection to her, one that transcended sex, and although I had no idea what it was, I did know that it felt good.

It was obvious now that we’d missed each other so badly, and this was just the first round. There was still plenty of time to go more rounds, and I was agile enough to do just that.

With the way she looked at me, a hint of mischief sparkling in her eyes, her teeth grazing against her lower lip, I was certain she wasn't done with me yet.

She wasn't satisfied.

Neither was I.

Chapter 22 – Lorena

I lay in bed, arms wrapped tightly around a pillow, a warm smile spreading across my face. My heart was overwhelmed with gladness and satisfaction, and my mind was relaxed, free from anxiety and worry.

It had been a blissful few days filled with lots and lots of amazing sex, back-to-back sessions of raw, unadulterated sex. Alexei and I couldn't seem to get enough of each other. We made love all the time, everywhere and anywhere around the house.

He was spontaneous in bed, full of incredible ideas to spice up our sex life. With Alexei, there was always something new, something that we hadn't tried yet, and he didn't run out of ways to pleasure me the way I wanted.

His touch brought out the lioness in me, always igniting a flame of passion that often made me lose my mind.

I didn't think I'd grow so attached to him the way I had these past few days. He was all that I thought about day and night. The insanely attractive man was living rent-free in my head, occupying my mind.

It was impossible to get him out of my thoughts, even if I wanted to, and for the first time in forever, I didn't want him gone. I enjoyed his company, trembled at his touch, and loved holding on to the memories we'd made so far.

Alexei Tarasov was not the ideal man I'd have loved to end up with, but he was gradually changing into the man I wanted. Lately, he's been more attentive to me, noticing the slightest and tiniest of details.

It was as though my plan to get his attention the other day had paid off way beyond my expectations. I never imagined this much could change in such a short period of time.

Yet, here we were, getting better every day. Our unnecessary bickering over little things had dwindled, and we were starting to understand each other better.

These days, I'd come to realize that my attraction to him transcended sexual intercourse. Yes, sex with him was on a whole other level, but what I felt for him was more than just sexual excitement.

I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame, and sometimes, I would wonder why. What was it about him that always drew me in? When had my hatred for him transformed into this intense feeling of affection?

Was I beginning to fall in love with the man I once considered to be the devil himself? Was that what was happening? Had he snuck his way into my heart with this change in attitude?

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