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One man that didn't value her enough to tell her that he could buy her damned family and the Sandersons! Her inhale was long, her exhale was sharp. She picked herself up from the floor and quietly headed in and into their compartment... Julian was already in the shower. She hissed and left the room to go shower in the other room that had become her art room. For a second, she considered sleeping in the cold room without a bed, just on the couch, but on a second thought, she waved it off. By the time she changed into her nightie and returned to the room, he was seated in bed. His phone in hand. She didn't say a word but slipped in next to him, her back facing him, her eyes shutting in sleep.

Richard vibrated too and began fucking faster and with a loud groan from him, she felt his hot cum flush into her. He crashed onto her not too hard, his dick still inserted in her hole. They lay there quietly and she rubbed his back gently. Slowly, they drifted to a brief sleep as it was already a few minutes past midnight. “A penny for your thoughts pretty?” Richard asked as he pulled Solene into his body. They had woken up a few hours later and now it was 3 a.m. “I don't know. I loved what we did. It was beautiful and I can't even deny having needed it real bad. But if I get pregnant—” she said and Richard interrupted her.

I looked into his blue eyes—dark, steady, full of something so raw it stole my breath. “I’ve spent the last year learning what love actually feels like,” he started. His voice was low, meant only for me. “It’s not the rush. It’s not the heat. It’s the quiet mornings when you’re still asleep and I watch you breathe. It’s the way you cry when you’re happy and the way you laugh when you’re sad. It’s holding you when the world feels like it’s ending. It’s knowing I’d give up everything—my job, my pride, my plans—just to keep you safe. To keep you mine.”

In in the bedroom, massaged their skin with lotion and helped them into the night clothes. They scrambled beneath the covers. Alec grabbed a book from the nightstand. 'Guess How Much I Love You'. He glanced at me and smiled. “Classic?” “The best,” I said, settling beside Eloise. As he read, their eyes lit up, then grew dreamy. By the time he reached the last page, I love you right up to the moon… and back, Damian was already snoring. We kissed each forehead, tucked the covers close, and tiptoed out of the room. But left the door slightly open.

We’d talk late into the night, sipping bourbon by the fireplace, like two men trying to understand life before it ended. One night, after a few too many drinks, I asked him, “You ever been in love?” He smiled like he’d seen a ghost. “I think I have.” I laughed. “Good. Don’t lose it. Ever. I lost mine. And I’ve never recovered.” He leaned closer, genuinely curious. “What happened?” I stared into the fire. “She was. everything. Wild and soft. Brave and complicated. We made vows, blood ones.” My voice cracked. “I let her go because I was a coward in a world built on control. But I never stopped dreaming about her. Every damn night. I see her eyes.”

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As their breathing synchronized and their bodies melded together, they entered a realm beyond the physical—a realm where words were unnecessary, and their love spoke volumes in the silence. In that gentle symphony of breaths, they found solace, hope, and renewal. Their love, like an eternal flame, burned brightly, illuminating their path and promising a future where their dreams would continue to intertwine. Together, they slept, cocooned in the serenity of their shared love—a love that would carry them through the night and into the dawn of a brand new day.

I didn't get a full on view of his cock when he got in bed but I aim to find out what he's packing and give him a little thank you for the stress relief he provided me a few hours earlier. I carefully ease the blankets back with me as go, using my foot firmly planted between his legs as leverage. When I have enough space to clear his thigh, I ease myself over his hips. Straddling his waist, I peer down at the package, even flaccid, in his sleep, the man is fucking hung. I mean, like a goddamn horse kind of hung. The thought of him hardening at my touch, feeling him penetrate my tight pussy with his enormous cock drives me forward.

Ellen’s POV “Hmmm. Yes, Cane, yes! Fuck me harder!!” Those were the words mom spewed out almost every night since she took a week's leave from work. We were just three in the apartment — and I’m the only child. “Oh, Cane,” another moan slipped into my ear. I can’t even sleep properly because these two decide to have sex every night, it’s not even helping me because my hormones feel like I’m the one beneath Cane, or right above him, riding him like my life depends on it.

The brunette came on my tongue, the redhead on my fingers, their juices mixing as I trembled, the loft echoing with our cries. The night deepened, the loft a sanctuary of shadows and silk, my body a map of their desire—bruises on my thighs, bite marks on my breasts, cum coating my skin—yet the hunger raged. The women loomed, their breaths heavy, pussies wet again, eyes locked on me with unrelenting lust, ready to seal the ritual.