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When I came again, clenching hard around his thick cock, Damien followed with a deep groan, burying himself to the hilt and flooding me with hot pulses of his release.
We stayed connected for a long moment, breathing hard. He pressed soft kisses to my forehead, my cheeks, my lips surprisingly tender after how roughly he’d taken me.
Later, we moved to the private steam room, wrapped only in soft white towels. Damien pulled me onto his lap on the heated marble bench, his hands lazily stroking my thighs.
“You deserve this every week,” he murmured against my hair. “Spa days. Shopping. Anything that makes my good girl feel spoiled and safe.”
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