Annastasia pov Goddess, this man will be the death of me. Hector’s hand found my sensitive core. He rubbed it in tight, fast circles. The dual sensation was too much. The feeling of him inside me. The pressure of his fingers. The sound of his voice growling my name.I shattered.My vision went white. My body convulsed. I screamed his name as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. My inner walls clenched around him, pulsing, milking, pulling him deeper.He groaned. His body shuddered. I felt him pulse inside me, felt the heat of his release flooding my core. He collapsed on top of me, his breath ragged, his heart pounding against my chest.For a long moment, neither of us moved. We just lay there, tangled together, our bodies still joined. The sweat cooling on our skin. The moonlight spilling across the bed.Then he lifted his head and looked at me. His eyes were soft now. Sated. Full of something that looked almost like wonder.“I love you,” he whispered. “I love you so much,
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