Rhaena's POVAlessio didn’t stop. He kept the vibrator pressed firmly against my clit, drawing out the orgasm until it rolled into a second, smaller one that left me sobbing and shaking uncontrollably.Only when I went limp, whimpering and oversensitive, did he finally pull the toy away and ease his fingers from me. He quickly untied the silk bonds, massaging my wrists and ankles with gentle hands to restore circulation. Then he gathered me into his arms, holding me against his chest as aftershocks continued to ripple through my body.I buried my face in his neck, breathing in his scent—clean soap, musk, and raw male arousal. My limbs felt heavy, boneless. Tears still leaked from my eyes, but they were tears of overwhelming release, not pain.“You did so well,” he murmured, pressing kisses to my damp forehead, my cheeks, my lips. His voice was softer now, the dominance tempered with care. “My perfect girl. Mine.”I clung to him, too shattered to speak yet. Deep down, a small voice whi
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