Worship Me, Duncan
When she came apart around me, her cries were fierce and wild, shaking the room with their intensity.
I rose, capturing her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss.
She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me inside her with a force that stole my breath.
We moved together, slow at first, then faster, harder, chasing the fire that burned between us.
Her nails raked down my back as she clung to me, voice breaking with need.
When we both reached the edge again, it was with a scream—a promise, a confession, a surrender.
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But just as dawn crept through the windows, painting the room in pale gold, Aphrodite pulled away, slipping out of my arms like a ghost.
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