Twenty minutes was not enough time for my body to close. It was not meant to be. Rylan’s load was still warm inside me, slowly leaking down over my ass and joining the thick drip that had already begun to fall from the edge of the mattress onto the floor. My cunt stayed slightly gaped. The cool air of the suite touched the swollen, oversensitive flesh and made me shiver in continuous, low waves. Every heartbeat pulsed between my legs. The scent of sex in the room was so dense it coated the back of my tongue. Liam’s hand remained locked around my ankle, the pressure hard enough to leave a new mark over the old ones. Sebastian stood near the door with the tablet. “Consecutive integration continues,” he said. “No Primary maintenance intervals until the full set of eight is seated. Jonas is next.” The door opened. Jonas entered. He was taller than Caleb, broader through the chest, with the solid build of a man who lifted heavy things for a living. Dark blond hair cut short, a squa
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