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I nod and look down, plucking at the blanket as shame buzzes around me.

“Fuck, Summer. You walk across campus alone in the middle of the night?”

I blink, my gaze snapping back to his. I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out, surprise silencing me. He doesn’tknow this is the safest place I have ever lived. Avalon is a haven compared to what I am used to.

“You should have woken me. I would have walked you home.”

“Well—”

“We can take this at your pace, and if us having a curfew makes this easier for you, we can do that. But no sneaking out in the middle of the night. Okay?”

I scoot closer to kiss him. He kisses me back, and everything he puts into the kiss feels sincere.

“Are the sleepovers too much?” he asks, cupping my cheek.

I nod. “I don’t do sleepovers. I’m sor?—”

He interrupts me with a kiss and then pulls back. “I’ll leave every night at ten. Or I’ll walk you home. Deal?”

“Eleven.”

Connor laughs, the booming joyful sound irresistible. He pulls me close and effortlessly flips me over, arranging us into a spooning position again. I groan, but my lips twitch.

“You’re really into this cuddling thing, huh?”

He kisses my head. “I am. I’m the worst. Though it’s your fault.”

I glance at him over my shoulder. “How is it my fault?”

“Because you’re so cute and cuddly.”

I blink, genuinely confused. “I’m not cute.” No one has ever called me cute before, not even when I was a kid.

Connor rolls me onto my back and starts smothering me in kisses. “You are so cute!”

I push him off me and climb on top of him, straddling him and pinning his wrists by his head. “I am not cute.” Connor’s eyes flood with black, and my lips twitch. The angel boy likes to be pinned down, huh? I bend down and bite his ear, growling, “Say it. Say, I’m not cute.” I rock my hips, my bare pussy rubbing against his erection.

Connor groans and bucks his hips. “So… cute.”

I bite his neck hard, and he cries out in a mix of pain and pleasure. “Try again, Morningstar.”

He whimpers, but there’s a clear heat in it. I rock my hips again, slicking his cock with my arousal. I reach over and grab a condom off the nightstand. “I think this is the last one…” I purr into his neck before pulling back and ripping the packet open with my teeth.

Connor watches me, completely enraptured by the sight. His groan is low and desperate as I lean over and lick the bead of precum from the tip of his cock. Slowly, I glide the condom over the head and roll it down the thick shaft, squeezing when I reach the base. Connor moans, his eyes not leaving mine until I shift.

I crawl back up in body until I am straddling him again, and his gaze flashes down to where we are about to join. I drag the tip of his cock through my slick folds until he’s pressing against my opening. Connor’s eyes darken even further as I lower my hips, slowly sheathing his cock inside me. He grips my hips, his fingers digging deep. Again, not enough to bruise me, but enough that I feel the slight bite of his nails.

I moan and take more of him, my pussy stretching so perfectly for him. My inner muscles protest a little, burning as I take him to the hilt, the bite of pain bringing its own sort of pleasure. I roll my hips, savoring the feel of him fully inside me.

At some point, Connor shifted his gaze back up to me. He is watching me now with such awe that my chest tightens a little. I swallow, unsure what to do with the feeling or even what it means. It is true that I see him as more than just a generic fuck buddy who I can use and discard, but there is something in the way he is looking at me. It makes me think that he’s feeling something that goes even deeper. I lift my hips and slam them down again. My pussy tightens in protest, begging for a break from being hammered into, but I lean into the pain, into thepleasure. I throw my head back, losing myself to it, desperate to escape the turmoil of all the unfamiliar emotions.

Connor comes after another few bucks of his hips, and I follow him, allowing myself to descend into the chaos of my orgasm. I collapse forward, my chest heaving against his. Connor pants, brushing a kiss against my damp forehead and stroking a hand over my hair. I start to roll off him, but he snakes his arm around me, holding me there.

“I’m crushing you,” I protest, but don’t make any further attempt to move.

He tightens his arm around me, his voice soft and sated. “Stay right there.” He brushes his lips over the top of my head, practically humming with contentment. “Summer?”

“Hm?”