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I open my mouth to answer, but he leans down to capture my lips in a feral kiss. It sends a delicious thrill through me, and I explode with a cry.

“Good girl,” Austin praises, withdrawing his hand and positioning the head of his thick cock at my entrance.

“Please,” I beg, looking up at him with wild eyes. “I need more. I need…you.”

He smiles a little half smile and his eyes darken.

With one swift thrust, he fills me completely, and I arch up to meet him. For my first time, I expected there to be more discomfort, maybe even pain, but the preparation he had given me seems to be sufficient. He slowly pulls out, teasing me with every delicious inch, before thrusting in again.

I’ve never felt this full before.

I reach out to touch him, my fingers tracing the lines of his chest and abdomen, enjoying the feel of his heat against my skin as his muscles flex under the strain. His rhythm builds steadily, each movement deliberate and controlled.

I cling to him, my nails digging into his skin as I match his pace.

“You feel so good,” Austin groans, his hips moving faster. His fingertips dig into the soft skin of my thighs as he pounds into me. His voice is a low growl that sends shivers down my spine. I want to see that primal side of him, so I nod in understanding, urging him on with my eyes.

I open my mouth to answer but he leans down to capture my lips in a feral kiss. It sends a delicious thrill through me. As if on cue, my back arches off the bed as I shatter into a thousand pieces beneath him, my release washing over me in wave after wave of pleasure.

I moan, my body trembling as I feel him start to swell inside me. He thrusts one final time, and I reach up to wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into me.

His release hits me like a tidal wave, floods me with heat, and sends me over the edge. My body convulses, and I scream out his name as I feel the waves of ecstasy crash over me, leaving me breathless and weak in his arms.

As the intensity fades, I lie there, panting, his weight pressing against me, and I feel completely and utterly spent.

So, this is what it’s supposed to feel like.

Chapter Seven

Austin

Early morning sunlight filters in from the window, momentarily blinding me as I squint and yawn. I blink a few times, my eyes adjusting to the brightness. Yelena stirs beside me, and I take a moment to enjoy the feeling of her soft curves pressed up against me. Her hair is splayed across the pillow, and she looks so peaceful lying next to me.So right.

But, as the memories of last night start to flood back in painfully vivid detail. Her sweet kisses, the way she submitted to me, the way she begged me for more like an exquisite fantasy come to life…I stiffen.

Oh, shit.

I swallow hard. There’s a twisting sensation in my gut that makes me want to puke. I slept with her. That happened, and now….

I sit up and carefully ease myself away from her. My body immediately misses her warmth.

What have I done? How could I have been this stupid?

I groan and cover my face with my hands before dragging myself out of bed. I move stealthily, careful not to wake her.

She whimpers in her sleep, curling around her pillow. The blanket has slipped off her shoulder, giving me a tantalizing peek at her body in the early morning light.

My cock stirs, and I remember how tight she felt when I drove into her last night.

"Austin," she had whispered, her voice straining with need. "Please… Don’t stop…"

“No. Get a grip on yourself,” I chastise myself as I pull on my shorts.

I need to clear my head to think about what comes next, and clearly, I can’t do that next to her.

Quickly, I pull on some clothes and slip out of the bedroom. Once I’m in the relative safety of the hallway, I lean against the wall and take a deep breath.

The enormity of what I’ve done hits me like a punch to the gut. Sleeping with Yelena was everything I thought it would be. Her warmth and responsiveness to me were all I could have asked for and yet, I know it was a mistake.