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She was full of him, the friction so good that every breath of hers was nearly a whimper. Water lapped against their bodies as she grinded into him, tilting her hips so his big cock hit that sweet spot deep inside her. She was almost there, and she wanted it so badly.

Darien squeezed her thighs, the most erotic groan climbing up his throat. “Don’t stop.” The sound of his voice made her orgasm arrive in full force. Her body twitched, her stomach bouncing, his name floating off her lips as she kept moving up and down, up and down, that look on his face feral. “Good girl. Just like that.”

Her nails dug into his shoulders. She covered his mouth with hers and fucked him harder, water splashing, taking him in so deeply that every movement was brutal. Bruising. But she knew he loved it, so she didn’t stop, and she loved it too, so she kept going. For the both of them.

His hands slid up her ass to press into the small of her back, arching her body against his as she bobbed up and down. Again and again. Her knee slipped. She fell into him, bubbles sloshing, her breasts flattening against his solid chest, but she did not stop, and soon their kissing was turning into biting, teeth nearly drawing blood, tongues clashing, his hand fisting her hair. Their bodies were slick, their hair damp with sweat and water, as they moved as one, lost in each other.

Several strokes later and Darien came hard, breaking the kiss with a low oath that snaked along the side of her neck, a shiver of delight rocking up her spine.

Three times in one night, and even though she was still catching her breath, she wanted to go again. But her movements slowed, and her eyelids drooped shut. She slumped against him, heart racing, and tucked her head under his chin. She was utterly spent, every limb boneless.

“Fuck, I love you,” Darien breathed. He cupped the back of her head with one hand, his other arm wrapping firmly around her middle. “You are way too good to me.”

“I guess we’re a perfect match, then,” Loren panted into his shoulder, her cheek sticking to his warm damp skin. “Because you are way too good to me, too.”

“Mmm. You’re right about one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“We’re a perfect match.”

She beamed up at him, only to find that he was already watching her.

“That’s my favorite thing in the world.” He used his small finger to trace her mouth. “Your smile. Actually…” A smile of his own teased his lips. “It might be tied with your laugh. I could get drunk off that sound.”

She reached up to push his wet hair out of his face, nails scraping just the way he liked it. Sure enough, he moaned in pleasure, his cock that was still stiff inside her twitching.

“The school’s having a dance tomorrow,” she said, lifting herself up a little on her knees. She tried not to laugh when Darien’s hand came down on the small of her back, stilling her. He pushed her down his length again, all the way to the thick base. “Will you go with me?” she asked.

This time, it was his turn to do the work. He started to move her, his hands cupping her backside. “It would be my absolute pleasure.” He kissed the tip of her nose, moving her faster. If they kept up with this, the water would soon be cold, if all of it wasn’t on the floor by then. When Darien spoke again, his voice was low, that familiar edge to it that accompanied his need for her. “Will you stand on my feet?”

“Do you want me to stand on your feet?” she countered.

He laughed softly and pressed another of those kisses, light as a butterfly’s touch, between her brows. “I want you to do whatever you want,” he said.

“Then I might stand on your feet.”

That smile spread into a grin. “I’m looking forward to it.”

They carried on into the night like that, until they were both too tired to keep going.

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Loren woke up to the ragged squeals and yowls of a rubber chicken. The gasping, piercing shrieks meant Bandit was already awake, destroying the toy with the help of Twitch, by the sound of it. Twitch always made the most ridiculous, hyenalike noises; there was no mistaking him. The Familiars chased each other through the hallways, paws pounding, every bark and snarl broken up the wheezing of a squeak toy being pulverized.

Darien was still asleep, his strong arms wrapped tightly around her middle. His warm hands were cupping her waist, his cheek pressed against her hip. He was breathing quietly, every exhalation tickling her.

At least, she’d thought he was asleep. But then he groaned. “I should never have bought him that thing,” he mumbled against her skin.

She ran a hand through his hair—the hair that still smelled like the fruity bubbles from their bath last night. The very recent memory made the space between her legs pulse. “What did you say he named it again?”

“Cluckles,” Darien slurred, voice thick and gravelly with sleep.

Loren laughed.

The noise continued for about ten minutes before Darien bolted up in irritation, throwing the sheets and quilt aside. “Alright, I’m up.”

Loren got ready for the day while Darien made breakfast. She tried on her dress again in anticipation of tonight’s dance, screeching at Darien when he tried to open the door and peek. He wasn’t allowed to see her in it until later. She wanted to keep it a surprise.