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The stretch made her gasp. He was thick. She felt every inch, every ridge of his cock as he sank deeper.

“Gods,” she breathed. “You’re… so deep?—”

“Feel that?” he rasped, jaw clenched. “That’s me inside you, where I belong.”

Her walls gripped him, fluttering around him, slick and hot and pulsing.

“You’re squeezing me like a vice,” he groaned, bracing himself over her. “You feel like fucking heaven.”

He began to thrust—slow, deep strokes that dragged his cock along her walls, brushing her clit with every grind of his hips.

She clawed at his back, moaning shamelessly. “Don’t stop—don’t you fucking stop?—”

“I’m not stopping till you come on my cock,” he growled. “Till I feel this pussy clench and milk me dry.”

His thrusts got harder, faster, their bodies slapping together in time with every pant and curse. The room filled with the sounds of sex—wet, slick, raw.

Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave.

She screamed his name, back arching, body locking around him. Her cunt clenched so hard he nearly lost it right then.

“Delilah—fuck?—”

He buried himself deep and came with a shuddering groan, cock pulsing, spilling inside her as he collapsed against her chest, both of them gasping.

But it wasn’t over.

Not for them.

She dragged her fingers down his back, whispering, “Again.”

He lifted his head, eyes dark with need. “You sure?”

“I can’t get enough of you.”

His cock twitched inside her, still half-hard, still thick.

“Then ride me,” he said, flipping them so she was straddling his hips. “I wanna watch you come undone.”

And she did.

Again.

And again.

Until the sun dipped lower through the enchanted glass, and the only sounds left were whispered vows, soft moans, and the rustle of sheets where love had rooted itself deep.

18

ROLLO

The bed was warm. And empty.

Rollo blinked into the soft gold light of morning, his arm reaching instinctively to the space where Delilah should’ve been—but found only the soft indent of her shape and the faintest trace of her scent: lavender and something sweet.

Panic struck like lightning to the chest.

He sat up, sheets tangled around his waist, breath caught somewhere between a growl and a question.