I lay beneath him, legs spread, body moving in the rhythm he set, but my mind had already drifted somewhere far above the ceiling. Karyk’s hips slapped against mine like he was forced to finish a chore. Thrust, Retreat, Thrust. My mate’s eyes were fixed on the headboard, never once meeting mine. His hands gripped my waist like I was a tool, not a woman. There were wandering fingers, no mouth on my neck or breasts. Just this. The same hollow act we’d repeated for years.Come on, Delilah. Just get through it.My focus shifted. This entire bedroom was mine. The silk sheets, the velvet throw pillows, the delicate chandelier that cast golden light across our skin. Everything was mine. He’d brought nothing to this house but his potential. I had built everything else, including the illusion that this was enough.His breathing grew harsher. I felt the familiar tightening of his body, the way his fingers dug harder into my hips for those final few pumps. A low grunt escaped him as he came,
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