DAMIEN The clock glows 2:17 a.m. in soft red digits when my eyes open. The room is bathed in the faint silver glow of city lights through half-closed blinds, casting long shadows across the tangled sheets. Elara’s body heat radiates against me like a living flame, her back pressed flush to my chest, the curve of her ass cradling my cock in a perfect, torturous nest. The air is thick with the lingering scent of sex: her sweet, musky arousal mixed with my darker notes, sweat-salted skin, and the faint metallic trace of spent release from hours ago. She’s asleep, breathing slowly, deeply, and evenly, but her body is restless and betrays her even in her dreams. Even unconscious, she shifts, pressing her back into me, and a soft, unconscious whimper escapes her lips as she shifts, as she grinds back against me. The friction is immediate—her slick folds gliding along my length, coating me anew in the warm h
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