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“Come, Mira. Come for me, baby.” Plowing harder into me, his fingers dig into my hip.

My orgasm rips through me with all the power of a category five hurricane. I scream as each wave of pleasure crashes into my body, pummeling me from every side.

Rurik thrusts his fingers into my ass while fucking me harder still, dragging my body through each sensation of my release.

“Fuck.” He barely gets the word out before he stills behind me, his cock throbbing inside me as his own orgasm tears through him.

Moments tick by as our breathing patterns sync up. Gently, he slides his fingers from me at the same time he pulls free of me, leaving me empty.

“Stay here.” He pats my ass as he jumps off the bed.

I rest my face into the bed, pushing my hips down until I’m laying flat on my stomach. The water in the bathroom turns on, then off a few moments later. He returns with a wet washcloth and sits on the bed beside me.

After he cleans me, everywhere, he ditches the washcloth and climbs into bed with me. Pulling me into his body as he settles beneath the blankets.

“Are you all right? Did I hurt you?” He asks in the darkness, his hand resting on my hip.

I’m sore. My ass still burns, my neck is tender from the roughness of his grip, and my cheeks sting from the slaps.

“I’m perfect,” I sigh, and snuggle into him.

He shifts me to face him and kisses me.

It’s tender. A sweet, slow kiss filled with emotion and passion. It says more than any words could utter, leaving me dizzy when he breaks away and hugs me to his chest. His breathing falls into a steady beat as he drifts to sleep.

All the fighting I’ve been doing trying not to fall head over heels has been useless. I’ve already fallen and it’s worse than every other time. It’s not a superficial crush, a fantasy I play in my head.

I feel this deep in my bones. In the very core of my soul, I need this man.

On the nightstand, my phone lights up as a message comes through. I peel myself away from him and reach for the phone, expecting a message from Megan.

It’s not from her.

Time we talk.

“I’m going to have to start wearing shin-guards to bed.” Rurik slides a cup of coffee in front of me.

Looking up from my phone, I frown. “I’m sorry, did I get you bad?”

He studies me for a moment, the lie detector inside of him turning on. I can practically hear the beeping.

“I’ll live.” He stands up to his full height, and leans his hip against the counter, watching me. “It’s been a few nights since you had one of your terrors. Did something trigger you last night?”

I lay my phone, screen down, on the counter and pick up the coffee.

“No.” I shrug and sip the coffee. Itneeds more sugar.

“Have you ever seen a doctor about them? Maybe I should bring one over.”

“No need.” I reach around him for the sugar bowl, my cheek brushing against his arm.

I need to get it together. These little touches shouldn’t wake up every nerve ending in my body the way they do.

“I can move into the other room; then you won’t have to worry about being attacked in your sleep.” I force a smile as I head back to my coffee.

Getting away from him would probably help my head. He pushes away from the counter, stalks around the kitchen island, and stands in front of me. I’m caged prey, and the lion just entered.

“You’re not moving into the other room.” His eyes bore into me. I swear he can read me like a book.