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The world stops, and everything fades into nothingness. All there is is him and this spellbinding feeling I know I’ll never forget.

I come on the wave of another mind-blowing orgasm, and he comes too.

His cum fills me, hitting my g-spot and coating my walls.

We both cry out from the thrilling sensation, and I feel like I’m flying and falling all at the same time.

When his pumps slow, he smiles and runs his finger over my thighs.

“Duchess, I’m fucking addicted to you. Fucking addicted.”

“Me too,” Henry agrees with a smile.

All I can think is that works perfectly because I’ve always been addicted to them.

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Georgiou

Ipull out my cock, and the mixture of blood and cum I expected gushes from her pussy flowing onto the sheets.

Evie’s face flushes crimson when she sees it.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” she apologizes quickly.

“Poor thing,” I chuckle. “There’s nothing to be sorry for. That, again, though, is part of the experience I crave.”

She didn’t know that was going to happen or that I get off on seeing that blend of virginal blood mixed with the essence of me.

It means she’s mine.

That’s what happens when we have a virgin, and it almost breaks down the fantasy of sharing because we can’t share that experience.

Even if Evie becomes ours and belongs to Henry and me for the month, that part of her will always belong to me. It does something to a man to see that mixture and at the same time watch the woman he claimed looking at him like she belongs to him.

“Nothing to apologize for,” I assure her, but she still looks embarrassed. “That’s supposed to happen.”

I lean forward and kiss her while Henry kisses her cheek.

That’s all he gets for the moment. Like I did last night, he allowed me to have this while he watched.

I get to watch him later.

“My turn later, Duchess,” he mutters into her ear, and she looks at him with the same desire she showed me.

This is the part where I should feel jealous as fuck, but I don’t. If anybody should feel that it’s me, definitely when she leans forward to kiss him.

He stops her and places a finger over her lips.

“Not my turn yet, Duchess.” Henry shakes his head. “Not even for a kiss. Give your kiss to Georgiou. It’s still his moment.”

The fucking goddess turns back to me, and that look of belonging comes back into her eyes. As she takes me in, though, the emotion deepens, and it’s like she’s looking at me like she owns me too.

And that’s why I don’t feel jealous.

I’ve never allowed anyone to own me. This woman tempts me.

And this is day one of us together.

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