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GwenThe second the door clicked shut behind Cedric, I turned my head just enough to steal another glare at Lia.I genuinely hated that she was still here. What was she even doing? She had said she only wanted to stay for a little while. So why was she still sitting on his couch like she had every right to be there, legs crossed, completely at ease, looking like she belonged in this apartment in a way that I found deeply irritating for reasons I was not going to examine too closely?I wished I could just grab her by the arm, drag her to the door, shove her out, and lock it behind her.Suddenly she turned and looked straight at me.I jerked my gaze away immediately, my heart jumping into my throat. The last thing I wanted was for her to catch me staring at her like I was mentally planning her removal from the premises.“You look familiar, by the way,” she said.My jaw tightened. I kept my head down and my face angled away, giving her absolutely nothing to work with. If she recognized m

GwenI moaned softly around him and kept going, determined to take my time the same way he had with me. My jaw already ached a little, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to feel every second of this.Spit was starting to run down the length of him, making every stroke of my mouth wetter and easier. It glistened under the low light, coating him from tip to base. I took him deeper than before, until the head pressed against the back of my throat and my eyes watered a little. The pressure made my throat flutter, but I held him there for a heartbeat longer than was comfortable before easing back. Cedric’s fingers flexed in my hair, a quiet warning and a silent praise at the same time. The slight tug sent a fresh pulse of heat straight between my legs.When I pulled back to breathe, I stroked him with my hand, twisting lightly over the slick head. He was throbbing against my palm, heavier than earlier, the skin stretched tight and hot. A thick vein ran along the underside, and I traced it with

CedricI stayed right there, my mouth against her ear, giving her those same shallow, controlled thrusts. Only the thick head of my cock and maybe an inch more stretched her open. Every time she clenched around me, I felt it. It was greedy, wet, and frustrated. Her walls fluttered and squeezed like they were trying to pull me deeper by force. The heat of her was almost overwhelming, slick and tight enough that even this little was a struggle to keep from burying myself completely.She was already shaking beneath me. Fine tremors ran through her thighs and up into her stomach.I pulled back just enough to look at her face. Tears clung to her lashes. Her lips were still swollen and shiny from sucking me earlier. A faint flush spread across her cheeks and down her throat. Her wrists were still pinned above her head in one of my hands, fingers twitching uselessly against the restraint. The spoiled princess of the Green Fields Kingdom looked completely wrecked… and I hadn’t even given her t

CedricHer body obeyed before she could even form another word.A broken, high cry tore from her throat as her second orgasm slammed into her. Her back arched clean off the bed. Her cunt clamped down around me in hard, rhythmic pulses so tight it punched the air from my lungs. Hot wetness spilled out of her, soaking my cock, my hips, and the sheets beneath us. I groaned at the feeling but didn’t stop. I fucked her straight through it — deep, relentless strokes that dragged every last tremor out of her trembling body until she was twitching and oversensitive.Only when she went limp did I finally let myself chase my own release.I released her wrists, hooked my arms under her knees, and folded her nearly in half. The new angle let me sink even deeper. She cried out at the sudden intensity, but I didn’t give her time to adjust. I started pounding into her hard, heavy, merciless thrusts that made the headboard slam against the wall with every stroke.“Take it,” I ordered through gritted

GwenThat Monday morning I rushed downstairs the second I heard my father’s bodyguard had arrived.I hadn’t seen Cedric all of Sunday. One full day without even a glimpse of him, and I had already spent most of it feeling restless in a way I couldn’t entirely justify and wasn’t going to examine too closely. I told myself it was boredom. It was a convincing lie for approximately the first hour and significantly less convincing after that.I missed him. More than I wanted to admit and more than made any rational sense given the nature of what existed between us.When I reached the study, he was already there, standing quietly beside my father the way he always did, posture straight and composed, expression neutral in that particular way he had when he was being professionally invisible. My heart did something small and involuntary the moment I saw him. I kept my expression perfectly even and walked straight toward him, letting my fingers brush lightly against his arm as I passed.Cedric