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I groan. Fuck. I was going to let her rest. I swear. But she feels too fucking good, looks too damn good, and now I want more.Need more.
I roll her onto her stomach, pinning her under me, pressing my lips to her ear. “You’re not leaving this bed today,” I whisper.
She shudders.
And when I slide inside her again, when she moans my name like she’s already given up fighting it — we both know. She’s never leaving at all.
* * *
MARYAM
I don’t know how many times Riku fucked me. I don’t know how many times we went at each other. All I know is that I can’t move. I’m sore, spent, completely ruined. And yet…
Riku’s hand is moving over my thigh, his lips pressed against my bare shoulder, his body still heavy against mine.
I groan, burying my face in the pillow. “You’re sick.”
He chuckles, low and warm. “You keep up just fine, baby.”
I try to glare at him and fail spectacularly. I don’t have the energy.
I push at his chest, trying to wiggle away, but he just grabs my wrist and pulls me right back under him. Completely unapologetic. My stomach flips at the heat in his eyes. At the wayhe’s looking at me like he’s nowhere near done. Like I belong to him. And, I like it.
I should be panicking. Should be thinking about what comes next.
Instead, I just lay there, letting this man touch me, letting his hands squeeze and caress, letting myself sink into us all over again.
Then… my phone buzzes. Loud and incessant.
I flinch, reality slamming in like a freight train.
Riku sighs, irritated, but he doesn’t let me go. Of course he doesn’t.
“You should check that,” he mutters, still licking a hot, wet path between my breasts.
I groan, reaching blindly toward the nightstand until my fingers close around my phone.
The screen is lit up with messages.
Nia: Where the hell are you??
Tessa: What did you do?
Nia: Or should I say… who did you do? ??
I groan.
Riku plucks the phone from my hand, scans the screen, and smirks.
Then he tosses it back on the nightstand like that’s perfectly normal. Like nothing outside of this bed matters.
* * *
RIKU
Maryam’s tense. She’s thinking. Worried. And I fucking hate it. Hate the way she’s suddenly aware of the outside world. Of the life she had before last night.
I push the sheets aside, pull her into my lap, straddling me. She gasps, hands bracing on my shoulders.
