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She gasps, this time in relief, the pain mixing with the pleasure.

She arches her ass up towards me.

“Mm.” I growl against her ear, sliding my hand around her throat. “You’ll give me anything I want.”

She nods weakly, lifting her head, tilting it back as I pull her face towards my lips. I kiss her, moving my cock faster, rocking back and forth, she moans against my mouth.

I watch her slip her hand down the front of her body, between her legs to rub herself while I fuck her ass.

It drives me fucking crazy.

She spreads her legs and rubs her fingers over her clit, faster and faster, her moans getting loader.

I can’t hold back.

My cock is so hard inside her ass I’m going to explode any second.

I slip my hand between her legs as well and push my fingers inside her pussy. I fuck her with my cock and with my fingers while she plays with herself.

When her orgasm hits her every single muscle in her body goes tight as she spasms. Wave after wave she convulses beneath me and I thrust deep into her one more time before I explode inside her.

Zina is exhausted when I roll off her, lifting her so that I can pull the blankets over both of us. She snuggles against me, her back curls into my chest perfectly and I slip my arm around her waist.

I nuzzle my face into the curve of her neck.

“Goodnight, little firefly.” I whisper, kissing her warm skin.

She mumbles sleepily and her body relaxes, sleep stealing her away quickly.

I’m exhausted as well, but my head is busy.

I lost control to her again.

And I can no longer deny what I feel for her.

This is so much more than a physical connection - and this is a very dangerous position for me to be in.

How can I allow myself to become emotionally involved with someone I don’t fully trust?

I have more questions about her than answers.

I don’t know what she’s up to, or who she’s allied with. I don’t know anything about her other than what she’s shown me. A carefully constructed mask of what she allows me to see.

She could be anyone - she could be plotting anything.

I close my eyes and try to push the worry aside.

Her scent is on my pillow and on my skin.

When sleep finds me I dream of her, her dark eyes are touched with mystery and I can’t understand her words.

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zina

Something wakes me with a fright and instantly I’m aware of his body against mine.

It must’ve been him. I’m not used to sleeping next to him.

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