His breathing was uneven beneath me, chest still raing and falling with aftershocks. I brushed the damp hair from his face, kissed the comer of his peoles mouth, and felt the softest sound escape him, a whimper, half pleasure, half dared exhaustion
Nikolai didn’t speak. He just looked at me, pupils blown wide, lips parted, still trembling. I could feel him potting around me, men noe, clenching like bot body wasn’t ready to let me go.
I didn’t pull out. I stayed buried inside him, hips flush to his, grinding just slightly, enough to make him jolt and let out a strangled moan.
“You’re still so tight,” I murmured, pressing my lips to his jaw. “Still wet and hot around me. Greedy thing”
He whimpered again, his i fingers clinging to my shoulders like he needed to anchor himself. His thighs twitched on either side of me, still wrapped around
my waist.
“Alessandro,” he breathed, voice hours and ruined. “L… I can’t…”
“You can.” I said gently, but my voice was dark si
silk, curling around him. “You will.”
I began to move again, slow this time, a deep, rolling grind that kept me pressed against every nerve inside him. His eyes fluttered shut, mouth falling openi in a silent cry.
“You’re dripping.” I whispered, dragging my tongue along the shell of his ear. “So full, so stretched, your body knows who you belong to now
- didn’t answer, but his hips lifted, meeting my slow thrusts with trembling need.
“You like this,” I said, thrusting deeper. “Being fucked even after you came. Being ined. Filled.“.
A broken sound tote from ba throat.“Tri”
The word was soft. Shy Desperate.
rock again, it was still hard, still twitching, flushed d and slick wit
with release. I stroked him in rhythm
I reached between us, wrapping i with my thrints, making him whimper louder, his body twitching from overstimulation,
“You’re guang to come again,” I told him fuck you through it.”
atst dangerous. “I want to feed you tighten around me when you do, I want to watch your eyes when i
He moaned, high, breathless, almost sobbing now. His body rocked beneath mine, sweat and cum slick between us, everything hot and mesty and perfect.
His mga hit faster this time, thajj mare overwhelming. His entire body tensed, hack anthing, cock jerking in my hand as he came with a cry, so tenitive he was shaking
The way he clenched around me dragged the under again, I slammed into him, burying myself deep, releasing into him with a groan that sounded like it ripped from the bave of my soul.
Afterward, I collapsed onto him, our bodies tangled, his legs still tight around my waist like he didn’t want to let me go. His hands trembled as they aling my back, soothing and desperate.
“I hate how good that feels,” he whispered against
I laughed quietly, lips brushing the side of his neck. “No, you don’t.”
|____“No,” he whispered. “I don’1”
I kissed him the Slow Deep Po
And even though we were both wring out and trembling. I could feel it, his body still calling to mine. Still hungry
bever enough.
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But he was honestly an exhausted.
NIROLAIS POV
1 felt has.
Stretched open and filled in ways I’d never been before, my din buzzing with the memory of his rooch,
thighs where he’d gripped me, but Not just the dull ache between my legs on the tight remade around him. Like every eie had been revited to remember the shape of him incida pe
bare deep blød af site. Like my body had ser
The room still smelled like him, like us. Ses and sweat and something deeper, something that clong to my hings with my beach.
Messandro wasn’t on top of me anymore. He lay on his side, close hot pot smothering, arm draped low out my waist, just above my hip, warm and possessive. Every now and then, his fingers would twitch, like he couldn’t stop triching me,
in deep chwing me. His kind rested
I turned my head slightly, catching the faint glow of his profile in the dim light. His eyes were closed, lips parted. Pared in a way I canly sat. They wer something about the stillness between us now, the quiet aftermath, that made it all feel more dangerous than the way he’d just fucked me.
is was intimacy.
Because this… this was
And I didn’t know how to survive that.
My thighs were still sticky with his cum. My body throbbed where he’d been inside me, and my throat was sore from moaning his name. I could still feel him, like my body didn’t want to let go.
1 shifted slightly, wincing at the soreness, and his hold tightened.
“Don’t move,” he murmured, half–asleep.
“I’m not,” I whispered back.
His thumb traced slow circles over my skin,
I hated how much I wanted to believe IL
soothing and possessive. The kind of touch that said mine, without needing to say it aloud
I didn’t know how to exist in the soft aftermath of being wanted. I didn’t know what to do with the way his breath stirred my hair, or how safe i felt lying in the arms of the man who’d just wrecked me.
I should’ve felt ashamed.
Instead, I felt marked. Changed. Like something irreversible had happened the second I let him in, not just into my body, but beneath the armor I’d spent years building.
And somehow, I knew he felt it too. Even half asleep, he held me like something precious. Like letting go wasn’t even an option.
So I stayed.
Even when it stared me.
1 let my eyes fall shut, too exhausted to fight sleep,too vulnerable to push him away,
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