Page 96 of Luciano

Her hands stayed on me. Her eyes never left mine.

Her mouth parted into a silent “O.”

She jerked against me when my tongue circled around her nipple.

“Oh! Don’t. Stop,” she breathlessly pleaded, spasming and twitching on the sheets.

She came with a soft cry that didn’t belong to anyone else.

It wasmine.

A sound only I would ever hear.

I followed soon after, burying my face against her neck as I came inside her.

When the climax subsided, I rolled off her. The aftershock of my orgasm settle in my bones. I felt good, but still uneven.

She sat up, her skin glowing.

She rolled out of bed and walked naked to the bathroom, my cum slipping down her thighs.

The sight made my dick twitch like I hadn’t just emptied my soul into her.

“Come on, you smell,” she threw over her shoulder before disappearing behind the door.

The faucet roared on.

I followed her—because it was logical to do so.

Steam fogged the mirror. The tub was filling. She stood beside it, pouring a concoction that smelled medicinal into the water.

I made my way over, stepped in, and sank. The water was hot enough to wash away sins.

She knelt beside me and dipped a cloth into the water.

“I’m three episodes into the show,” she murmured, running the cloth over my chest.

I raised an eyebrow.

“Moon Knight,” she clarified. “I couldn’t read the comic, but I’ll watch TV. You weren’t wrong. It’s chaos.”

I grunted, eyelids heavy.

“He makes sense to me now.”

She didn’t wait for my reply. Just dipped the cloth again, sliding it over my arm, washing off the bad deeds I’d committed.

When her fingers skimmed my ribs, I caught her wrist.

She looked at me.

“You’re real?” I asked. The words came before I could stop them. Just to be sure.

Because the screams had stopped. I realized it now.

They’d been gone since I took her to the hospital.

I hadn’t heard them since.

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