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Chapter 44 – Blood on the Sheets

Penulis: Sernyx
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SAESHA POV

It was the middle of the night when I felt him move.

Alex’s chest was pressed to my back, his arm curled over my bump, his breath hot and heavy against my neck. At first, I thought he was just shifting in his sleep. But then I felt it—his hips grinding against my ass, slow and lazy, his cock hard and needy even in dreams.

I groaned softly. “Alex…”

He murmured something unintelligible, half-asleep, his hips rutting harder, the thickness of him sliding against me through his boxers. His hand slid lower, cupping my breast.

“Alex, stop,” I whispered, swatting weakly at his wrist. “You’re dreaming.”

But he just groaned again, his cock pressing harder, the friction sending heat coiling low in my belly despite myself.

Then—he froze.

Completely.

I blinked, confused, turning my head slightly. “What?”

His body went rigid. His breath hitched. His hand slid down to my thigh, then lower, and I felt it too.

Wetness.

A lot of it.

I frowned, my stomach clenching
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