Sin Bound: short story collection
he murmured, kissing me tenderly even as his thrusts grew rough again.
By morning, we'd fucked non-stop for nearly twelve hours. My body was sore, marked with hickeys, handprints, and cum residue, but I felt alive, cherished. We cuddled in the mess, talking deeply. "The risks with Lena... they scare me a bit, but they make me want you more," I confessed. He stroked my hair, agreeing. "Our bond is stronger than any suspicion. This extreme sex, the trust, completes us." That emotional intimacy after the filth was what made our relationship perfect.
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