My body ached as i slowly began to wake up, the dull thunb in my limba grinding me in the hazy tents of sleep. A grestry confusion settled out ke like fog. My head was heavy, and my thoughts sluggish as 1 shifted tightly beneath the charts.
Why is my ans hurting?
The question drifted into my mind with sleepy disbelief. A sharp sting pulsed low in my body, and I winced, trying to muse. The soreness was deep, landet, like I’d been split open and left ras. 1 preshrit myself up, groaning sohtly at the effort, when suddenly, I felt something a firm, warm weight coiled an my waist like a steel band.
Startled, I freze. A strong arm. A povester grip.
“What the hell?” I muttered aloud, my voice hoarse and cough from sleep as I turned my head slowly.
And then I saw him.
Alexandro
His face was relaxed in sleep, lashes dark against his cheekbones, lips parted just slightly. The soft golden light filtering through the curtains kissed his bare skin, making him look almost angelic.
In a flash, the memories came back.
Every moment. Every moan. Every thrust. His mouth, his hands, the way he said my name like a prayer and a curse.
We’d had sex
Anal ax!
My body tensed, my breath caught in my throat, and before I could stop myself, I screamed.
The sound ripped through the room, sharp and panicked. Alessandro stimed immediately, brow furrowing, his arm loosening its hold as he woke up, startled by my outburst.
I used the opportunity to squirm out of his grasp, failing awkwardly, I slipped right off the edge of the bed and landed hard on the wooden floor with a load thad. Pain flared through my tailbone, making my eyes water,
“Agh!” Laned out, clutching my soce backside, the pain reigniting with a vengeance,
From the bed, Alessandro groaned sleepily, his Russian accent unfiltered and low. “Nikolai, what the fuck are you trying to do Break your own spine?”
I looked up at him with wide, stunned eyes. “We had sex,” I croaked, volce nearly a whisper, as if saying it too loudly would make it more real.
A smug grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. It spread slowly, lazily, like he had all the time in the world and knew he owned every second of it. “Yes,” be said, stretching like a cat. “We did. And would you like to do it again?”
My face flushed hot, a pink hue blooming across my pale skin.
He sat up, muscles rippling as he moved. “Well, Nikolai, no need to be shy. I am yours………” he said, sliding off the bed with effortless grace. “…..and you are mine.”
His words hung in the air like smoke, dense and Intoxicating. I couldn’t look away.
He crossed the room to me, barefoot and shiness, the strength in his lean frame coiled and ready. He extended a hand. Hesitantly, I took it, allowing him to pull me gently to my feet.
As I rose, a pained groan slipped from my lips. The sumenen between my legs and lower back made it nearly impossible to stand straight.
Alessandro gave me a once–over, eyed flicking down with a misture of amusement and… fondness?
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“Come,” he said with a smirk. “Let’s get some ointment on that.”
He walked to the dresser, opening the top drawer and pulling out a tube of something. I linked in confion.
“Dintment?” | echoed warily. “What kind of ustment?”
Without answering, he turned back to me, popping the cap with a soft click,
*Bend over, Nikolai,” he ordered, voice love and unnath, but with an edge that lemmbed no argument
I immediately shook my head, heart hammering. “No, I–walt–what are you–7”
But his hands were already on me, firm and insistent, guiding mattress, and realized too late that my lower half was exposed.
heck toward the bed, I stumbled slightly, catching myself with my pa
palms against the
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