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“I can’t get enough of the way you feel.”
She moans.
“These lips, this mouth, that tight goddamn throat is mine.”
My body tenses with pleasure.
“You’re going to drink every last drop, capisci?”
Fuck knows if she even understands what I’m saying.
My hands reach for the clamps as I withdraw almost entirely.
She screams as the tips of her breasts swell with blood, but I cut off her cry as I shove so deep, I see fucking stars. My balls tighten, and I come like a man possessed, my seed jetting a stream that never seems to end.
“Fuck, Alessia. Fuck.”
The room spins, and everything stills.
Eyes closed, I stagger back.
She cough, and then says my name. “Bastian.”
I open my eyes. She’s staring at me, eyelashes and cheeks coated with tears.
“Are you okay?”
I rake my eyes over her. The tender flesh around her nipples, the marks my fingers made on her neck, her swollen lips and damp cheeks.
“Bastian?”
I’ve lost my motherfucking mind, haven’t I?
“Wow,” she says. “That was hot.”
I stare at her.
“Was I … okay?”
“Yeah.” I can’t manage more than that.
“How long do you think it’ll take me to recover? Because … I’d like to do other things.”
Fuck me.
Fuck it all.
I don’t know what I want anymore.
“Now what?” she asks.
Hell if I know.My stomach rumbles, saving me from answering. Or at least, answering in a way she’s expecting.
“Now, you make me dinner.”
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ALESSIA
