The sixth night was the one I knew was coming. The air in the room didn’t just feel heavy; it felt electric, like a storm was about to break. I lay there in the dark, my body humming with a desperate, nervous energy. I had been “asleep” for hours, but every nerve ending was wide awake, waiting for the sound of his feet on the floor. When the mattress finally creaked, my heart did a violent somersault. I forced my muscles to go limp, my breathing heavy and practiced. Elias walked over, his presence a dark weight in the room. He didn’t sit on the edge. He stood over me, and I could feel his eyes roaming over my body, memorizing every curve. “Hi Amy…” “Baby, I’m here for more. I know… I know I shouldn’t be here again. But I am. And now, I can’t do the ‘just the tip’ thing anymore, Amy,” he whispered, his voice a deep, rough growl that made my toes curl under the sheets. “It’s driving me crazy. I need all of you. I need to feel how tight you really are.” He reached down and pulled my
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