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I furrowed my brows, feeling the smoothness of something slide down my stomach.

And I couldn't help but squirm slightly when I felt it gently slide back up my stomach.

Before slipping back down again.

This time much lower than my stomach.

And that's when I processed it was a hand.

I hummed almost weakly as my heavy eyes fluttered open, already feeling a needy pit growing in my stomach.

What the fuck?

I inaudibly gasped as soon as I felt the gentleness of something between my legs, rubbing my already stimulated clit.

Sevan.

I blinked a few times, stiffening against her body that I suddenly processed was behind me.

A whimper burned in my throat, squirming under her touch as I also processed her lips trailing down my bare shoulder.

"Sevan," I forced out, shaking my head as soon as my sore legs tightened almost painfully.

"Shhh," was all Sevan whispered in my ear, "Relax for me baby."

I shook my head again, "My legs," I breathed out, arching away from her even if my body was already so fucking turned on.

Sevan almost immediately pulled her hand away from my aching clit—sending a weird wave of disappointment and relief through me.

At least until she grabbed my leg and guided it back behind me slightly, hooking it around her body that was behind me.

"Relax," she repeated herself again, now slipping her hand back between my legs.

But instead of finding my clit, she immediately slid inside of me instead.

"Blyat," I breathed out, gripping her arm that was wrapped around my body from behind.

Sevan hummed in approval as she began sliding in and out of me with ease, feeling the wetness quickly grow for more of her touch.

I whined as soon as I felt the tingles slowly grow around me, still processing the fact that I was in the midst of an orgasm.

"Sevan," I moaned almost unbearably, burying my head in the pillow under me as she continued fucking me.

It was her pace—slow and so fucking hard.

She wasn't quickening her pace or slowing it back down either.

She stuck to the same one, sliding into me even deeper each time.

Which tore moans and whimpers from my chest, arching deeper and deeper against her.

But it was when she truly curled her fingers, flicking them back and forth inside of me.

That's when I truly couldn't fucking catch my breath, arching and un-arching as my body tried to adjust to her actions.

My louder moans were muffled—along with my whimpers and irritated whines, quickly approaching my orgasm that she held me in place to take.

I shook my head almost rapidly as soon as my body tightened, panting breathlessly as my eyes rolled closed.

"Blyat, Sevan," I whined, jerking away from her when she suddenly quickened her pace.

"Relax, Zinovia," she instructed for the third fucking time, but I swear I couldn't do anything in relation to the word relax.

And with her firmly holding me to the front of her body and keeping me in place to take what she was giving me—I could only fall limp, whining desperately as she pushed me past my first orgasm.

I dug my nails into the soft skin of her arm, feeling her lips graze up the side of my neck as she continued to quickly thrust into me.

And at this point, I was fucking screaming into the pillow, arching as much as I could away from her intense touch.

But it was already too late.

My second orgasm nearly clawed at me from the inside out.

And that's when my screams grew weaker, turning into drawn-out moans.

My body was strained, tightening as tingles shot to every inch of my body.

Until finally, I could relax.

"Please—please," I breathed out, panting almost uncontrollably as I tried to guide her hand away from between my legs.

I whimpered as Sevan slowly slid out of me, "Say it again and I'll consider letting you off," she murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my neck.

I felt my eyes roll closed as soon as she began rubbing her fingers over my sensitive fucking clit.

"Please," I didn't hesitate to say again, not even bothering to fight her when she had me like this.

I severely underestimated her.

It's only been a few hours since being pushed through four rounds and now I just hit two more.

Sevan hummed in approval, "So she can listen," she said, slowly slipping her hand away from my overstimulated clit.

I only shook my head but failed to form a response with how tired I still felt.

I also knew where it would leave me and my body has never been this fucking sore.

"Sleep," I mumbled, twisting around in her arms.

And that's when I met her dark eyes already pinned on me—openly trailing my face under the morning sun.

"Go for it baby," Sevan said, gently slipping her hand under the t-shirt I wore to caress up and down my bare back.

I nodded a few times without forming a response, briefly glancing down before hesitantly resting my head on her body.

I furrowed my brows at the complexity of the contact but still nuzzled in even deeper as I let out a long sigh.

And after the rounds she just put me through again, it wasn't hard to drift back into a deep sleep.

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I let out a deep breath, squeezing my eyes tighter shut when I began naturally stirring from my sleep.

I hummed almost forcefully when I went to move my legs, immediately reminding myself of what Sevan had put me through last night.

This morning came more in distant memories, contemplating if I dreamt it or not.

"Good morning," Sevan said as soon as my heavy eyes fluttered open.

And all I could do was stare at her for a moment.

Before shaking my head with a deep sigh, leaning up from the bed.

"I forget that you aren't a morning person," Sevan said, running her hands under the shirt I wore to knead and rub my stomach.

I only blinked a few times, running my hands over my face with a deep sigh.

"Away," I forced out, my voice tired and raspy, "Go away," I finally clarified, pushing her hands away from me.

I can't believe I fucking begged.

I was not supposed to beg.

Blyat.

"Sevan," I groaned in annoyance when she pulled me back down to her body anyway, "I am mad."

Sevan's lips only twitched up as she stared up at me, "I can make you happy," she insinuated, causing me to immediately shake my head.

"My legs—my fucking body," I breathed out, narrowing my eyes when she grew more amused, "You don't touch me again."

Sevan immediately raised a brow, "We both know that's not true," she said, tilting her head slightly in challenge.

I only rolled my eyes, "You are annoying and cocky and—"

"Let me help you with your legs," Sevan cut me short, her dark eyes never once wavering from mine, "We'll compromise."

I narrowed my eyes at her, "And then you do this," I mumbled, pulling away from her body to sit up again.

"This?" Sevan asked almost in amusement, laying up with me.

"Da," I sighed, playing with the soft comforter covering my lap, "You are... nice. It's very weird."

Sevan only chuckled, a sound so soft in her throat.

"Did you ever think it's because I want to be nice to you?" Sevan asked, her dark eyes burning into the side of my face as I continued staring down at the comforter.

I shrugged, "I do not like it regardless," I determined.

Which earned me another chance to hear the softness of her laugh, clearly amused by my words.

"So you want me to be mean to you, Zinovia?" Sevan clarified, noticeably unaccustomed to a woman demanding such a thing after sex.

I nodded, "Da," I said, determining that would be better.

It would be easier.

"And what if I don't want to be mean to you?" Sevan said, gently grabbing my chin to lift my gaze away from the comforter.

And to her dark eyes.

I shrugged, "I will be mean to you regardless," I mumbled, eyeing her bare face.

Which looked almost unnaturally glowy for just waking up.

"No you won't," Sevan said, and that's when I felt her hand against my back—slowly guiding me.

And I weirdly leaned into her touch, allowing her to guide me onto her lap that I straddled.

Not without grunting and stiffening in the process.

But she seemed to immediately massage the tension in my thighs away, ensuring my legs were spread out instead of folded underneath me.

It was a very intimate position—too intimate for my liking.

Yet I couldn't bring myself to move away from her.

"Give me a kiss," Sevan said as she continued rubbing and kneading my upper thighs where the pain struck the worst.

I immediately shook my head, "Morning breath," I lied, deciding to fuck with her.

But I couldn't possibly stop my lips from twitching up when Sevan narrowed her eyes at me.

And that's when her stare diverted down to my lips, shaking her head as she eyed the smile she evoked from me.

"Cute," she murmured, which naturally made me roll my eyes.

Even if my smile grew against my wishes, leaning in deeper to her and pressing a fleeting kiss to her lips.

But Sevan quickly grabbed my neck before I could pull away, halting her massage to kiss me deeper.

I hummed, tilting my head back when she slid her tongue into my mouth for more.

And that's when I unconsciously wrapped my legs around her, ignoring the pain it brought as I held her closer.

"Good morning," Sevan said, trying the word again with me.

I nipped at her bottom lip in response, slowly trailing my hand down between our bodies.

"Is it a good morning?" I murmured against her lips, slipping my hand past the waistband of her basketball shorts.

"It can be if you say it back," Sevan purposely said, nipping at my bottom lip in rebuttal.

Which easily earned a grunt from me.

At least until my fingers traced down her folds, teasing and playing with her clit.

"Good morning then," I whispered against her lips.

Sevan hummed in response, moaning almost immediately when I applied pressure to her clit that I played with.

"We're never making it out of this bed," Sevan sighed almost breathlessly, pulling away from my lips to kiss down my neck.

I hummed in response, rubbing her clit even faster as I slowly slid a finger into her.

Sevan moaned almost immediately under my touch, gripping and kneading my waist as she trailed kisses back up my neck.

I whimpered when she suddenly nipped at my ear, pressing her lips back to mine right after.

My hand naturally wrapped around her neck, continuing to slide in and out of her as my thumb grazed her clit.

Which naturally evoked even more moans from Sevan—a sound that I chased to make louder.

So I slid a second finger into her.

And curled it where I knew it would affect her most.

"Fuck, Zinovia," Sevan breathed out, digging her sharp nails into the skin of my waist.

I only smirked against her lips in response, now quickening my pace even more.

Which easily made her moans grow more drawn-out, gripping me so tightly into her body as she kissed me even deeper.

I hummed as soon as I felt her tighten so perfectly around me.

It was how warm she felt.

How a rush of wetness grew around my fingers.

And Sevan tensing under me only left me more satisfied, soaking in every moan I drew from her.

Until she was breathing almost heavily, catching her breath as I slid out of her.

"Very good morning," I murmured, leaning away from her to slide my wet fingers past my lips.

Which Sevan naturally watched me do before guiding my fingers away and kissing my lips lingering with the taste of her.

But as soon as she traced her hands up my thighs, I leaned away with a narrowed look.

"I shower now," I said before we could possibly go another fucking round.

Sevan's lips twitched up slightly, "We," she corrected me, gently tapping my thighs to get up, "We shower Zinovia."

I only rolled my eyes, "You don't touch me," I clarified as I hesitantly made my way off her lap.

But as soon as my feet were on the floor and I stood, Sevan's hands immediately grabbed my waist—steadying me when all I wanted to do was sit back down.

"I fucking hate you," I whispered, clenching my jaw as I adjusted to the soreness of my legs.

"I'll fuck all the hate out of you," Sevan determined with an unbothered shrug.

And all I could do was sigh.

Very fucking deeply as I walked—or limped slowly to the bathroom.

Where Sevan immediately prepared the shower for us, allowing it to gather with steam as she helped take my shirt off.

Which left me hesitantly reaching for her own shirt to pull over her head—and later her basketball shorts that I carefully tugged down.

And luckily, the hot steaming water only made my muscles relax, sending the most addicting relief through me as I situated myself under the shower head.

Meanwhile, Sevan began pouring some of the shampoo into her hand before—

Rubbing it in my hair?

"I do it," I quickly said, finding her actions too intimate for my liking.

"No, I do it," Sevan emphasized, gently massaging her fingers into my scalp which annoyingly made me tilt my head back for more.

So I weirdly let her wash my hair—and also my body considering I could only move so much.

But I refused to wash her hair, only because it felt like too much.

I normally don't even undress in front of who I sleep with.

Much less actually let them touch me.

And now here's Sevan washing my fucking hair.

I hate to admit it, but the smallest part of me liked it.

I suppose.

Especially once we got out of the shower, and she helped dry me off and rub lotion into every inch of my body.

It was nice to be more spoiled than I already was.

Sevan even had the workers have breakfast on standby for us once we made our way up to the main dining room.

"They move?" I said, tapping the fluffy pancakes with my fork.

"They're Japanese Soufflé pancakes," Sevan explained as she scooped a few strawberries on top of my pancakes.

I pursed my lips as I eyed them, watching as Sevan slowly poured the syrup on top for me as well.

Which caused me to hesitantly lower my fork down, cutting a small piece of the pancakes before taking a bite.

And they had the usual pancakes taste, but they were more... fluffier.

Softer even.

I think I like it.

"Very... good," I hesitantly said, cutting off another small bite.

Sevan's lips twitched up slightly as she now cut into her own pancakes, "They are," she said, almost eyeing me in amusement as I continued to eat.

Because for some reason, I'm beginning to think these are better than the usual pancakes.

Which somehow annoys me.

I think anything in relation to Sevan annoys me.

Especially when I like it.

"We're almost back to Bogotá," Sevan suddenly said as she poured us both glasses of orange juice, "It's time for you to head back to Moscow."

I raised a brow, "You fuck me and send me off, Sevan?" I purposely asked, deciding to fuck with her.

But all it did was earn a laugh from her, "No, but I think you would like it if I did yeah?" she said in rebuttal, which earned a reluctant shrug from me.

Mostly because she's right.

I would enjoy that.

"You have shit to handle in Moscow, and I need to finish up some business here," Sevan went to explain.

I happily nodded, "I am very excited then," I determined, taking another bite of my pancake, "To get away from you I mean."

Sevan laughed again, "I'm sure you're very excited then," she said, clearly not taking me seriously.

"Very very excited," I emphasized.

Which made Sevan raise her brows in amusement, "Oh wow, two very's?" she emphasized as she grabbed her glass of orange juice, "Careful, Zi, your emotions are starting to show."

I only rolled my eyes, especially when a smile annoyingly twitched up on my lips, "I joke, Sevan," I clarified, hoping to still keep those boundaries in place.

Because this is not me.

I don't... smile or laugh.

"And it's cute," Sevan determined, eyeing my face as she set her glass back down, "Mostly because I know you're fucking serious."

I pursed my lips when a laugh threatened to break loose, shaking my head as I glanced back down to my plate.

"I need to focus on eating, Sevan," I said, quickly making up some excuse for her to be quiet.

Because this feels weird.

And good.

All at the same time.

"Focus on eating then, Zinovia," Sevan mocked back to me, glancing down when her phone started ringing.

Which I knew would award me some moments to myself.

Mostly to process what the fuck had happened in the last twenty-four hours.

I'm so fucked.

Clearly, in more ways than one.